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"
Tuesday
night
.
Well
?
"
"
I
'd
turned
in
myself
;
and
thought
Henry
had
done
the
same
.
But
what
with
the
heat
,
and
the
infernal
musquitoes
,
I
could
n't
get
any
sleep
.
"
I
started
up
again
;
lit
a
cigar
;
and
,
after
smoking
it
awhile
in
the
room
,
I
thought
of
taking
a
turn
upon
the
top
of
the
house
.
"
You
know
the
old
hacienda
has
a
flat
roof
,
I
suppose
?
Well
,
I
went
up
there
to
get
cool
;
and
continued
to
pull
away
at
the
weed
.
"
It
must
have
been
then
about
midnight
,
or
maybe
a
little
earlier
.
I
ca
n't
tell
:
for
I
'd
been
tossing
about
on
my
bed
,
and
took
no
note
of
the
time
.
"
Just
as
I
had
smoked
to
the
end
of
my
cigar
,
and
was
about
to
take
a
second
out
of
my
case
,
I
heard
voices
.
There
were
two
of
them
.
"
They
were
up
the
river
,
as
I
thought
on
the
other
side
.
They
were
a
good
way
off
,
in
the
direction
of
the
town
.
"
I
might
n't
have
been
able
to
distinguish
them
,
or
tell
one
from
'
tother
,
if
they
'd
been
talking
in
the
ordinary
way
.
But
they
were
n't
.
There
was
loud
angry
talk
;
and
I
could
tell
that
two
men
were
quarrelling
.
"
I
supposed
it
was
some
drunken
rowdies
,
going
home
from
Oberdoffer
's
tavern
,
and
I
should
have
thought
no
more
about
it
.
But
as
I
listened
,
I
recognised
one
of
the
voices
;
and
then
the
other
.
The
first
was
my
cousin
Henry
's
--
the
second
that
of
the
man
who
is
there
--
the
man
who
has
murdered
him
.
"
