That fatal night Dr. Roylott had gone to his room early, though we knew that he had not retired to rest, for my sister was troubled by the smell of the strong Indian cigars which it was his custom to smoke.
La noche fatídica, el doctor Roylott se había retirado pronto, aunque sabíamos que no se había acostado porque a mi hermana le molestaba el fuerte olor de los cigarros indios que solía fumar.