We were very private, and saw no visitors. Our way of life was strange, but other people knew nothing about it and did not judge us. Dupin and I loved darkness and the night. During the day. We kept the house dark. We read, wrote, or talked. At night we walked the streets of the city, excited by its wild lights and shadows.
Dupin was not an ordinary man. He could see things that others cannot see. To him, most people wore windows on their chests. He could see into people’s hearts. Many times he told me my thoughts. He was a detective, but he was also an artist.
