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The Strangler is a tragicomedy by Tristan Bernard<p> Florestine, the countess's lady-in-waiting, had been placed in the household for six months by the infamous "Society of Stranglers of High Society." She had spied on her mistress's habits day and night, minute by minute. She had insidiously insinuated herself into her trust, and, oh triumph of her perfidy, the time had come to carry out her crime!</p><p> Florestine confides in us: "It's strange, when you're on the verge of committing a crime... what a feverish impatience you feel! Every night, it gnaws at me... I toss and turn in my bed and think: maybe tonight's the night I'll murder her? I would have done the job well and wouldn't have needed an accomplice if it had only been the Countess... But there's Benoît, the servant, an indestructible old man who swallows arsenic like powdered sugar. So I asked the Society of Stranglers of High Society to assign me a good worker: the Great Bibi."</p>