The next day, a huge antipathy to that animal that I had brought into my house flooded in me, which was one-eyed like Plutón. My wife was delighted with it, while I behaved indifferent and fearful with that animal.
Raising an axand forgetting my fears in my rage, I struck a blow that would have instantly killed the animal if I had struck it. But my wife's hand stopped me. Then, driven by more than demonic rage, I drove the ax into his head. Without a single moan, she fell dead at my feet.
After a few days, to carry out a domestic task, my wife accompanied me to the basement of the old house where our poverty forced us to live. The cat followed me down the stairs and was about to throw me upside down, which exasperated me to madness.
A few days passed and the detestable animal didn't appear again. I was relieved, however, on the fourth day of the murder, the police arrived again to search the house for my wife's disapproval.
Convinced that my hiding place was invisible, the police gave way to a new search throughout the house. They went down to the basement for the third or fourth time, and again they found nothing.
The policemen were completely satisfied and were preparing to leave. The joy in my heart was too great to suppress. I was burning with the desire to say at least one word to them as proof of triumph and to double confirm my innocence.
Gentlemen, I am very glad to have dispelled your suspicions. I wish youhappiness and a little more courtesy. By the way, gentlemen, this house is verywell built...
In my instinct to show off around the house and my ability to get out of trouble, I slammed hard on the wall where my wife's corpse was located. When it repeated from the depths of that wall a groan was heard, a howl of infernal despair.
The policemen were dumbfounded for a moment...
Then the policemen quickly broke the wall, dropping the corpse of my dead wife and on her head, that beast that had disappeared posed. He had locked the cat in the grave!Surrendering in this way, towards my doom.