I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain. She fell dead upon the spot, without a groan.
For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Its walls were loosely constructed, and had lately been plastered throughout with a rough plaster, which the dampness of the atmosphere had prevented from hardening.
This hideous murder accomplished, I set myself forthwith, and with entire deliberation, to the task of concealing the body.
I knew that I could not remove it from the house, either by day or by night, without the risk of being observed by the neighbors.
At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments, and destroying them by fire. At another, I resolved to dig a grave for it in the floor of the cellar.