chapter 6

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Two, three days passed, and there was still no cat. I cannot tell you how happy i began to feel. I felt so much better without the cat. Yes, it was he who brought me all my unhappines. And now, without him, i began to feel like a free man again. It was wonderfull- no more cat! Never again!

Several people came and asked me about my wife, but i answered their questions easily. Then, on the fourth day, the police came. I was not worried when they searched the house. They asked me to come with them as they searched. They looked everywhere, several times. Then they went  down into the cellar. I went down with them, of course. I was not a bit afraid. I walked calmly up and down, watching them search.

They found nothing, of course, and soon they were ready to go. I was so happy that i could not stop talking  as they went up the stairs. I did not really know what i was saying. 'Good day to you all, dear sirs.' I said. 'Yes, this is a well-built old house, isn't it? Yes, a very well-built  old house. These walls - are you going, gentlemen? - these walls are strong, aren't they?' I knocked hard on the part of the wall where my wife was.

A voice came from inside the the wall, in answer to my knock. It was a cry, like a child's. Quickly, it grew into a long scream of pain and horror. I saw the policemen standing on the stairs with their mouths open. Suddenly, they all ran down in the great hurry and began breaking down the wall. It fell quickly, and there was my wife, standing inside. There she was, with dried blood all over her head, looking at them. And there was the cat, standing on her head, his red mouth wide open in a scream, ans his one gold eye shining like fire. The clever animal! My wife was dead because of him, and now his evil voice was sending me to the gallows.

~THE END~

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