"Precisely; I understand you," answered my relative, cutting short his friend's philosophic remark; "but let us talk a little over old times; that is if you are at leisure." "Yes, to be sure," answered the lawyer; "what I am doing now has no need of hurry. Oh, by the way, Fritz, talking of old times, do you remember the night you spent at the house of old Franz Wenzel the Scharfrichter?" "If I remember? Shall I ever forget it? ask, rather," answered my ancestor. "It seems to me only yesterday that I witnessed that execution; and then that Poltergeist--it seems as if I had witnessed his pranks only last night. I can remember the minutest incident that happened on that unhallowed evening." "Well," resumed the lawyer, "poor old Franz is no more." "What--dead, eh?" "Ay, murdered. Horrible to relate, his body was discovered minus the head, which has been carried off or hidden somewhere, for it hasn't been found yet, but his son recognised the body by the clothes, besides Franz has never returned home since, so it must be he. There appears to be a mystery about it, however. The murderer has not as yet been discovered, neither can people guess at what prompted the murderer to take the life of a man who was never over-burdened with money. Then the head being cut off without care being taken to bury the body, and all, too, within a few steps of the Henker's own house. What could have been the murderer's object in carrying off the head?" "A mere act of spite, I suppose," replied the Englishman. "Well, it may be so," replied his friend, "for it seems that his life had been often threatened by the friends or relations of those he had beheaded. It may be as you say, out of spite. The murderer may, by way of wreaking his vengeance have cut off the head of the man who had put some friend or relation to death as a trophy, but why just at this moment? Why not before, as there has been no execution in the town lately? I believe there has been none since that execution we two witnessed together. If the avenger had made up his mind to avenge his friend, why did he not do so at once, instead of waiting these twelve years?" "It may be some other private quarrel," replied Fritz. "Are you mixed up in it?" "Yes, I shall be at the trial." "It happened recently it would seem." "Only two days ago." "Then the body is still fresh--of course it has been exposed and examined?" "Yes, but it was recognised at once by the family. I dare say it is buried by this time. I am going there to-morrow. If you have time, my friend, I should be most glad of your company." "Well, I don't mind giving you a day or so, as I am taking a holiday." "Agreed, then; we start to-morrow." The two friends then discoursed until dinner-time, when Ludwig invited Fritz to share his meal. The Englishman accepted the offer, and they chatted and laughed the time away till the evening.