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this house haunted? Who has brought me here?
I cannot suppress a smile when I see how the
nightmare witli which I have been oppressed
now takes possession of my gaoler. But my
malicious joy is promptly punished. I have a
terrible nervous attack. My heart seems to stop
beating, and I hear two words, which I have
noted in my diary. An unknown voice calls
out, “Luthardt: Druggist.” Druggist! Are
they slowly poisoning me with alkaloids such
as hyoscyamin, hashish, digitalis, and stramonin,
which cause delirium?
I don’t know, but from that time my suspicion
is doubled. They do not dare to murder me, but
they are trying to drive me mad by artificial
means, in order to make me disappear in an
asylum. Appearances are stronger and stronger
against the doctor. I find out that he has
discovered my process of making gold, and that
perhaps he knew it before I did. Everything
which he says contradicts itself the next moment,
and when confronted by a liar my imagination
takes the bit between its teeth and rushes
beyond all reasonable bounds.
On the morning of the 8th of August I go
for a walk before the town. On the high road a
telegraph post is humming: I step up to it,
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