The Book of Blood Volume 2 New Murder in the Rue Morgue Part 3

The Book of Blood Volume 2 New Murder in the Rue Morgue Part 3

“He smelt?” “Oh yes.” “Of what?” “Perfume, Lewis. Perfume.” Somewhere in Paris there was a man who had known the girl Phillipe loved. Jealous rage had overcome him. In a fit of uncontrollable anger he had broken into Phillipe’s apartment and slaughtered the girl. It was as clear as that. Somewhere in Paris. “Another cognac?” Solal shook his head. “Already I’m sick,” he said. Lewis called the waiter across, and as he did so his eye alighted on a cluster of newspaper clippings pinned behind the bar. Solal followed his gaze. “Phillipe: he liked the pictures,” he said. Lewis stood up. “He came here, sometimes, to see them.” The cuttings were old, stained and fading. Some were presumably of purely local interest. Accounts of a fireball seen in a nearby street. Another about a boy of two burned to death in his cot. One concerned an escaped puma; one, an unpublished manuscript by Rimbaud; a third (accompanied by a photograph) detailed casualties in a plane crash at Orleans airport. But there were other cu…