The Tragedy Of The Baron 's Room
I glanced round me with an avid curiosity. The Baron’s room had been made, the door was repaired, the floor, cleared of all the debris, and in this clean environment, nothing transpired about the tragic events that had happened a few weeks ago.
Immersed in the silence of this sepulchral atmosphere, I stood motionless for a minute, before my attention was drawn to the portrait, hanging on the wall facing the bed. I remembered the safe, hidden behind that painting, and I also remembered Simone de