It revived and fastened upon me the disease which had been afflicting me, but which, up to that night, had been steadily disappearing.

That man murdered my wife and my child; and in three days hence he will have added me to his list.
No matter--God! how delicious the memory of it!--I caught him escaping from his grave, and thrust him back into it.
After that night, I was confined to my bed for a week; but as soon as I could get about, I went to the dead-house books and got the number of the house which Adler had died in.

A wretched lodging-house, it was.
It was my idea that he would naturally have gotten hold of Kruger's effects, being his cousin; and I wanted to get Kruger's watch, if I could.

But while I was sick, Adler's things had been sold and scattered, all except a few old letters, and some odds and ends of no value.
However, through those letters, I traced out a son of Kruger's, the only relative left.

He is a man of thirty now, a shoemaker by trade, and living at No.