“Yes, but you murdered him first.”
“Of course, Gyuri told me to.”
“And why?”
“He hated the pastor, for the old gentleman had no confidence in him.”
“Is this true?” Muller turned to the doctor.
“I did not notice it,” said Orszay with a voice that showed deep sorrow.
“And you?” Muller’s eyes bored themselves into the orbs of the young giant, now dulled with fear.
Gyuri started and shivered. “He looked at me sharply every now and then,” he murmured.
“And that was why he was killed?”
The warder’s head sank on his breast.
“No, not only for that reason,” continued No. 302. “Gyuri needed money again. He ordered me to bring him the silver candlesticks off the altar.”
“Murder and sacrilege,” said the detective calmly.
“No, I did not rob the church. When I had buried the reverend gentleman I heard the cock crowing. I was afraid I might get home here too late and I forgot the candlesticks. I had to stop to wash my hands in the brook. While I was there I saw shepherd Janci coming along and I hid behind the willows. He almost discovered me once, but Janci’s a dreamer, he sees things nobody else sees—and he doesn’t see things that everybody else does see. I couldn’t help laughing at his sleepy face. But I didn’t laugh when I came back to the asylum. Gyuri was waiting for me at the door. When he saw that I hadn’t brought the candlesticks he beat me and tortured me worse than he’d ever done before.”
“And you didn’t tell anyone?”
“Why, no; because I was afraid that if I told on him, I’d never be able to go out again.”
“And you, quite
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