Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 2/2Payn, James
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Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 2/2
Payn, James
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
Without doubt, this was the true explanation of the matter. The skeleton
was found with the arms above the head, a position which had precluded
self-extrication, although it was evident that the wretched man had
made great efforts to escape from his living tomb, since what remained
of the shoe of the right foot was much turned up, and retained deep
marks of the pressure of the buckle. As I looked at these relics of
humanity, the gipsy's curse recurred to my mind with dreadful
distinctness: "_May he perish, inch by inch, within reach of the aid
that shall never come, ere the God of the poor take him into his hand_."
It was a singular feature in the case, and one which was of course made
to point its moral among the villagers, that had Sir Massingberd not
closed the Park, and refused the right of way, he could scarcely have
thus miserably perished, since the footpath, as I have said, absolutely
skirted the tree in question; and people would have passed close by it
at all hours. It reminded me of the evil fate of James I. of Scotland,
who might have escaped his murderers in the Blackfriar's Abbey at Perth,
but for the simple fact that he had caused the mouth of a certain vault
to be bricked up, because his tennis-balls were wont to roll through it.
How long the wretched Squire had suffered before Death released him from
his fangs, it was impossible to guess, or whether that terrible cry
heard by Dick Westlock that same night, and by myself next morning, was
indeed from the throat of Sir Massingberd in his agony.
We were the two persons who had been nearest to the Wolsey Oak between
the period of his entombment and the search instituted throughout the
Chase. He must have been dead before _that_, for the seekers passed
close beside the tree without the least suspicion of the ghastly Thing
it held; unless, indeed, he had heard our voices, but, choked by that
time: by the falling dry-rot, was unable to reply. No wonder the ravens
had sought the Wolsey Oaky and croaked forth Doom therefrom so long!
CHAPTER XIX.
L'ENVOI.
Weeks elapsed before Marmaduke Heath recovered from the shock of this
discovery; but when he once began to do so, he grew up to be quite
another man in body and mind.
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