Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 45

           Withafewquicksnipsofhisscissors,hecutopenhernightgown,pulleditoff,grabbedtheoiledlinen,andtosseditoverhernakedbody.Thenheliftedherup,tuggedtheoverhangingclothunderher,rolledherupinitasabakerrollsstrudel,tuckinginthecorners,envelopingherfromtoesuptobrow.Onlyherhairstillstuckoutfromthemummyclothes.Hecutitoffclosetoherscalpandpackeditinsidehernightgown,whichhethentiedupintoabundle.Finallyhetookapieceofclothstilldanglingfreeandflappeditovertheshavedskull,smootheddowntheoverlappingends,gentlypressedittightwithafinger.Heexaminedthewholepackage.Notaslit,notahole,notonebulgingpleatwasleftthroughwhichthegirl’sscentcouldhaveescaped.Shewasperfectlypacked.Therewasnothingtodobutwait,forsixhours,untilthegrayofdawn.Hetookthelittlearmchaironwhichherclotheslay,draggedittothebed,andsatdown.Thegentlebreathofherscentstillclungtotheampleblackcloak,blendingwiththeodorofaniseedcakesshehadputinherpocketasasnackforthejourney.Heputhisfeetupontheendofthebed,nearherfeet,coveredhimselfwithherdress,andateaniseedcakes.Hewastired.Buthedidnotwanttofallasleep,becauseitwasimpropertosleeponthejob,evenifyourjobwasmerelytowait.HerecalledthenightshehadspentdistillinginBaldini’sworkshop:thesoot-blackenedalembic,theflickeringfire,thesoftspittingsoundthedistillatemadeasitdrippedfromthecoolingtubeintotheFlorentineflask.

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