At night he dreamt of the corpses he had seen in the morning.

This suffering, this daily disgust which he imposed on himself, ended by troubling him to such a point, that he resolved to pay only two more visits to the place.

The next day, on entering the Morgue, he received a violent shock in the chest.

Opposite him, on a slab, Camille lay looking at him, extended on his back, his head raised, his eyes half open.
The murderer slowly approached the glass, as if attracted there, unable to detach his eyes from his victim.

He did not suffer; he merely experienced a great inner chill, accompanied by slight pricks on his skin.