I had not finished one cigarette, when a drowsy feeling came over me and sent me into a deep sleep.

I surely slept two hours.

I remember having dreamed that I was on good terms with her, that after a quarrel we were in the act of making up, that something prevented us, but that we were friends all the same.
"A knock at the door awoke me.
"'It is the police,' thought I, as I opened my eyes.

'I have killed, I believe.

But perhaps it is SHE; perhaps nothing has happened.' "Another knock.