“At Paris, just a Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18-, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisiême, No. 33, Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the evening; I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Rogêt. I looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G—, the Prefect of the Parisian police.”
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 210,00 | 210,00 |
3 | 76,50 | 229,49 |
6 | 40,39 | 242,32 |
9 | 28,35 | 255,17 |
12 | 22,33 | 267,98 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 210,00 | 210,00 |
3 | 76,50 | 229,49 |
6 | 40,39 | 242,32 |
9 | 28,35 | 255,17 |
12 | 22,33 | 267,98 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 210,00 | 210,00 |
3 | 76,50 | 229,49 |
6 | 40,39 | 242,32 |
9 | 28,35 | 255,17 |
12 | 22,33 | 267,98 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 210,00 | 210,00 |
3 | 76,50 | 229,49 |
6 | 40,39 | 242,32 |
9 | 28,35 | 255,17 |
12 | 22,33 | 267,98 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 210,00 | 210,00 |
3 | 76,50 | 229,49 |
6 | 40,39 | 242,32 |
9 | 28,35 | 255,17 |
12 | 22,33 | 267,98 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 210,00 | 210,00 |
3 | 76,50 | 229,49 |
6 | 40,39 | 242,32 |
9 | 28,35 | 255,17 |
12 | 22,33 | 267,98 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 210,00 | 210,00 |
3 | - | - |
6 | - | - |
9 | - | - |
12 | - | - |
“At Paris, just a Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18-, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisiême, No. 33, Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the evening; I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Rogêt. I looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G—, the Prefect of the Parisian police.”