Souvaroff appeared to have aged ten years since he left the room half an
hour before, and although I endeavoured to resume our conversation, he
only replied in monosyllables.
I marvelled at this sudden change. Even if an unwelcome visitor had
called, I could see no reason why such a strange effect should be
produced.
I remained to supper, after which Prascovie threw a shawl about her
shoulders and walked with me to the gate. I expressed a desire to call
again and spend another evening in listening to the passionate
Caucausian songs, but she appeared strangely indifferent. She merely
wished me "_Prostchai_" very formally, and when we shook hands, she drew
back, and I fancied she shuddered.
Then I turned away, and the gate was locked behind me.
Slowly I walked along the deserted road, absorbed in thought. The night
was bright and frosty, and there was no sound save the echo of my own
footsteps. I had been strolling along for perhaps five minutes, when
suddenly I saw some object lying across the pavement. The thoroughfare
was very inadequately lit; indeed, so dark was it that I was unable to
distinguish the nature of the obstacle.
Bending down, I passed my hands rapidly over it. I found it was a man.
He was evidently drunk, therefore I resorted to the expedient of giving
him a gentle but firm kick in the ribs, at the same time urging him to
wake up. This, however, had no effect; therefore, after repeated
efforts to rouse him, I struck a vesta and held it close to his head.
The moment I saw the yellow pallor of the face and look of unutterable
horror in the glazing eyes, I knew the truth. He was dead!
His age was not more than thirty-five. He had grey eyes, fair hair and
beard, and from his dress I judged that he belonged to the upper class.
The heavy overcoat he wore was unbuttoned, and a silk muffler was
wrapped lightly around his throat.
A glance sufficed to ascertain that he was beyond human aid, and after a
moment's hesitation, I started off in search of a constable.
I was not long in finding one, and we returned to where the body lay.
Other assistance was quickly forthcoming, and, a doctor residing in the
neighbourhood having made an examination and pronounced life extinct,
the remains were conveyed to the mortuary. Owing to the lateness of the
hour and the quietness of the neighbourhood, there was no crowd of
curious onlookers, nor was there anything to create horror, for no marks
of violence could be discovered on the body.
At the inquest duly held I attended and gave evidence. The medical
testimony went to show that the unknown man had died suddenly owing to
an affection of the heart, and the jury returned a verdict of "death
from natural causes." Nothing was discovered in the pockets which could
lead to the unfortunate man's identification, and although his
description was circulated by the police, the body was buried three days
later in a nameless grave.
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