Baron Frankenstein passed away the tedious days on the good ship Voyager

by relating his tragic experiences to Captain Walton.

The Voyager was ice-bound somewhere near the North Pole,

and day after day a howling blizzard rage. Captain Walton became worried, and the ice pack grew higher. He confided his worry to Baron Frankenstein.

You look rather worried today, Captain Walton.

Unfortunately, the weather shows no signs of abating Baron Frankenstein.

Have any of your men seen any trace of the monster?

Have he attempted to visit the ship again?

No one has seen any trace of it.

It has hoped it has perished out there in the prison.

I hope so, but I very much doubt it.

Do you feel inclined to tell me some more of your story?

Well, I have told you how the child William was murdered,

and on examining the body I formed a conclusion

that the murder had been committed by the monster.

I dashed back into the room where my wife and the Bergamaster were waiting with Justine,

and I told them that I was in reality responsible for the murder of William.

They looked at me in some amazement.

Victor, what are you saying?

It is true, Elizabeth.

The monster kill William, and I created the monster.

She has done this for revenge because I refuse to grant his request.

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