The horrible mystery connected with the fatal device flashed vividly
across my mind in an instant, as, with a sickly, giddy feeling in my
head, my heart beating violently, and my hands trembling as if palsied,
I examined it. What did it mean? I wondered in a dazed fashion, for my
thoughts seemed in a whirl of maddening velocity. There was no power in
my mind to grasp the meaning of the hideous fact at first, and only a
stupefied, dull sense of evil filled my soul.
My mental vision grew gradually clearer after a few moments; as if
slowly awakening from a frightful dream, I drew myself together, trying
to grasp the full interpretation of the mysterious symbol.
Within the past few months there had been no fewer than six murders in
different countries, and in every case a piece of paper with a seal
identical with the one we had just discovered had been found pinned upon
the breast of the victim; yet in no instance had there been a clue to
the murderer, though all the vigilance of the police, both at Scotland
Yard and elsewhere, had been directed towards the elucidation of the
mystery.
We stood aghast and pale, for the discovery had completely dumbfounded
us.
There had been something so uncanny, almost supernatural, about the six
other crimes, which so closely followed each other, that for the moment
we were quite unnerved at this latest essay of the unrevealed assassin.
A momentary glance sufficed to convince the constables that a brutal
murder had been committed, and after a few moments' hesitation two of
their number hurried out--one to fetch the divisional surgeon, the other
to report to the inspector on duty at the station.
The two constables remaining gently lifted the corpse, and placing it
upon a low lounge near, began to examine the apartment. It was a
luxuriously-furnished drawing-room, and the gas, which burned in crimson
glass, threw a soft harmonious light over the furniture and hangings,
which were composed of pale blue satin; and upon the costly nick-nacks
which plainly showed the owner was possessed of artistic tastes and
refinement. A room, in fact, which bore the unmistakable traces of the
daily presence of a woman of wealth and culture.
Glancing round, I could see that some of the articles were of great
value. The pictures were for the most part rare, the quaint old Dresden
and Sevres upon the brackets, and the ivory carvings, were all
curiosities of no ordinary character, while upon the mantelshelf stood a
French clock, the tiny peal of silver bells of which chimed merrily,
even as I looked.
Presently the officers concluded their examination of the room, and
taking one of the candles from the piano, proceeded upstairs to search
the house.
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