"With all my heart I give you my word, although it is true that I have
given it to myself, and that not ten minutes ago. And as for the
hallucination, you may make your mind easy, doctor; here lies your
_memento mori_."
With these words I pulled out the sailor's dress from under the bed,
slipped on the jacket, and put on the hat, to make the proof more
convincing.
"So you did really think of escaping, then?" said the doctor, adroitly
dropping the hallucination, in order at least to preserve the dream.
"No," I answered, "but others tempted me, and I strove with them, and
they fled leaving this garment behind them."
"Which you may hang as a votive offering on the temple-wall," replied
Doctor Snellius, thoughtfully; "for though I do not know how it
happened, I see this much, that you have escaped a great danger; and
now--now for the first time you belong to us."
There was a saying in the prison that one could tell a lie to any one,
but not to the superintendent.
Superintendent von Zehren had a way of looking at the person with whom
he was speaking, to which none but a front of brass could have been
callous. Not that one could read in his glance the endeavor to be as
comprehensive and as penetrating as possible; his eye had in it nothing
of the spy or the inquisitor; on the contrary, it was large and limpid
as the eye of a child, and just in this lay the power which few men
could resist. As he sincerely wished well to every one with whom he
spoke, and on his own part had nothing to conceal, this large, clear,
dark eye rested steadily upon one, with the gaze of the sun-bright
gods, who do not wink like weak mortals living in twilight and
concealment.
When, with this look fixed upon me, he asked me about the man whom he
had sent to me that morning, I told him at once who the man was, and
what was his object in coming. And I further told him in what frame of
mind he had found me, and how strong the temptation had been, but that,
even without the assistance of the good doctor, I had conquered it, I
might venture to say, at once and for ever.
The superintendent listened to my narrative with all the signs of the
most lively interest. When I ceased, he pressed my hand, and then
turning to his writing-table, handed me a paper, which he said he had
just received, and which he desired me to read.
The paper was an inquiry from the president, couched in polite but very
decided phraseology, as to the facts referred to in a certain anonymous
charge which had reached him, and the superintendent was called upon at
once to put an end to an arrangement which compromised his position and
character, and to treat the young man in question with the severity
which the dignity of the law, of the judges, and his own, alike
demanded.
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