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THE DEAD LETTER
The story of a murderer who falls prey to haste.
The murderer had arrived before him. All hope of life was gone. He drew the attention of the murderer to his last letter, but now he was not ready to listen and understand anything. The fire of revenge alienated him from his senses.
Charles Henderson was sitting with his elbows on the table, his head bowed, and both hands on his temples. He was completely alone in his study.
There was a deep silence in the room. The table lamp on the table was bright and the circle of yellow lit a bottle of whiskey and glass near Charles. There was whiskey in the glass. There was no sound in the room except the ticking of the wall clock.
Charles was deep in thought. Behind Charles, the door opened very slowly and a man entered with silent steps like a shadow. He had a revolver in his hand.
"What's up Charles Henderson!"
Suddenly, the newcomer's voice was heard. Anger and bitterness were evident in his tone. The atmosphere of the room became tense.
Charles was startled and stood up quickly. A strange sound came out of his throat, expressing surprise and fear.
"Jim Lark ... ! You here ... ?" Charles's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He was looking at the newcomer with wide eyes, whose face showed signs of intense anger and horror.
Jim took a step forward. He was constantly staring at Charles with fiery eyes. This was the face that he had been conjuring up in his imagination for years, concentrating the venom of his hatred into one point. Here was the person he once considered his friend.
"Yes. It's me," said Jim Lark.
The yellowness of his face indicated that he had been in prison for a long time. His arrival was certainly unexpected for Charles, and he was shocked. When he tried to take a step back, he staggered but managed to recover by taking the support of the table.
He was holding the table so tightly that his hand was starting to look white. His face was certainly pale, but there was a mischievous gleam in his intelligent eyes. Jim Lark smiled cruelly. Hatred and contempt were evident in his eyes.
When he spoke, the poison of hatred in his tone had increased a bit more.
"Today I have the privilege of meeting this great doctor after a long time, whose intelligence and ability have been talked about far and wide.
But alas, this great doctor lacked moral courage. His silence sent an innocent man to jail."
Charles stood still. In fact, his mind had gone back twenty years. Those days were rolling in his eyes when he started his professional life.
He was an enthusiastic young doctor but he made a serious mistake early in his professional life. double mistake.
He had a relationship with a girl named Lara Carter and when the results of their relationship began to grow in her womb, Charles decided to operate on her.
By being careless in the relationship, he made a mistake, by deciding to operate, he made an even more serious mistake. He was clumsy.
The operation went wrong and Lara Carter died.
Meanwhile, the girl's half-brother, Ted Carter, stumbles into his operating room. He bluntly informed Charles that he was aware of the whole truth and that if Charles wanted to keep his mouth shut, he would have to pay the price.
Thus began a nightmare. This series of blackmail continued for three years. Meanwhile, Ted Carter's demands continued to grow. In the end, it turned out to be the same as blackmailing cases. That is, there came a point when it became impossible for Charles to meet Ted Carter's demands.
He begged and pleaded with Ted Carter, begging for mercy, but Ted continued to laugh at him with contempt.
Eventually, Charles lost control of himself. He suddenly attacked Ted in his trance. It was Charles's misfortune that one of his blows proved fatal to Ted and he died on the spot. His death devastated Charles. He ran away from Ted Carter's house. No one had seen him go in and out of Ted's house.
Jim's voice brought him out of his thoughts. He was speaking in a rough and rough tone.
"You probably thought that you will never meet me again in life and even if it happens, I will forgive you. I will forget that because of you I had to spend fifteen years in the hell of prison.
I had to pay the penalty for your crime.
If you had not remained silent at that time, I would have been saved from going to jail. But you kept your lips closed. I could not present any evidence of my innocence and the facts and evidence proved me guilty.
Because I had just written a threatening letter to Ted Carter a few days ago. That bastard had cheated on my sister. I was very angry with him.
There is no doubt that I threatened him in front of some people and also wrote a threatening letter. But I didn't know that during this time he will be killed in truth and the noose of punishment will come around my neck. After going to jail, I found out who the killer really is.”
Jim Lark was shaking with rage. The fire was pouring from his eyes and the veins of his forehead were raised. However, his grip on the revolver was still strong. After a moment's pause, he spoke in a low voice.
"At that time I swore that I would seek you out and take your life to settle the account of the torments I have endured in fifteen years..."
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He leveled the revolver.
There was a strange helplessness and anxiety in Charles's eyes. He said eagerly.
"For God's sake, stay a little longer, body....listen to me a little bit...let me explain...give me a chance to come clean..."
He pointed to the table with a trembling hand. There is a letter in the drawer.
"Stop the nonsense, you cowards." Jim cut him off with a shout.
"There is no more time to offer clarifications and clarifications. You are very stupid who are still asking for clarifications."
His face was contorted with anger. He pressed the trigger. There was a slight gust of wind and Charles fell face down on the floor with his hands on his chest.
Jim lowered the revolver and stared at the lifeless body at his feet for a few moments.
Gradually his nerves were calming down. The panic was leaving. There was a cold in the heart. He put the revolver in his pocket and looked around the room. His eyes would stay on the whiskey glass.
"Good enough for me, there's a drink here, too."
He said loudly and lifted the glass and emptied it in one breath.
"This peg was named for you, the late Charles Henderson!" He looked at the corpse and spoke in a sarcastic tone.
Placing the glass back on the table, he intended to take more whiskey from the bottle for himself.
But then he remembered that Charles had mentioned a letter. He decided to take a look at the letter. There was nothing wrong with that.
He immediately found the letter in the top drawer. That letter was in the name of Charles's lawyer.
He opened the envelope and began to read the letter curiously, but at the same time he moaned helplessly.
There was an intense wave of pain in his stomach and chest. He could not even read the first line of the letter. The words blurred before her eyes. There was no life in his legs. He fell on the floor. His body was shaking.
Finally, his body became still and the lightless eyes remained open. The letter was lying near him. His subject was this.
Dater Mr. Cullen!
This letter will be the last means of contact with you. I will never bother you with anything after this. Today a friend of mine confirmed my worst fears. I have only a few days left in my life. I may only live a few weeks.
I do not have the courage to endure the severe pain that I will have to endure in the last few days of my life. Therefore, I have decided that instead of dying sobbingly, I should end my life at once with my own hands by means of a quick-acting poison.
I hear Jim Lark has been released from prison. I am sure you will be able to find it. I have already told you that I have given all my wealth and property in his name.
I hope that in this way there will be some compensation for all the tortures that Jim had to endure in the past years due to my moral weakness, cowardice, and silence.
I have mixed the poison in my last glass of whiskey that will kill me in a few moments. Goodbye.
Your friend and client Charles Henderson.
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THE END
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