Victor get a letter from his father telling the murder of his youngest brother and he reacts the way a mourning brother should act after reading but he knows who did the murder. “William is dead!-that sweet child who’s smiles delighted and warmed my heart, who was so gentle, yet so gay! . . . I threw the letter on the table, and covered my face with my hands . . . A flash illuminated the object . . . its gigantic figure, and deformity of its aspect, more hideous than belongs to humanity . . . the filthy daemon whom I given life. What did he there? Could he be (I shudder at the conception) the murder of my brother? No sooner . . . I became convinced of its truths . . . He was the murderer.” (46, 47, 50) Then hearing that Justine, the Frankenstein
