The Lock and Key Library: Classic Mystery and Detective Stories: Old Time English
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The Lock and Key Library: Classic Mystery and Detective Stories: Old Time English
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction; Ghost stories
"Now was the world a desert to me. I cared little, in the way of
love, which way I turned. But in the way of hatred I cared
everything. I transferred myself to the Russian service, with the
view of gaining some appointment on the Polish frontier, which
might put it in my power to execute my vow of destroying all the
magistrates of your city. War, however, raged, and carried me into
far other regions. It ceased, and there was little prospect that
another generation would see it relighted; for the disturber of
peace was a prisoner forever, and all nations were exhausted. Now,
then, it became necessary that I should adopt some new mode for
executing my vengeance; and the more so, because annually some were
dying of those whom it was my mission to punish. A voice ascended
to me, day and night, from the graves of my father and mother,
calling for vengeance before it should be too late.
I took my measures thus: Many Jews were present at Waterloo. From
among these, all irritated against Napoleon for the expectations he
had raised, only to disappoint, by his great assembly of Jews at
Paris, I selected eight, whom I knew familiarly as men hardened by
military experience against the movements of pity. With these as
my beagles, I hunted for some time in your forest before opening my
regular campaign; and I am surprised that you did not hear of the
death which met the executioner--him I mean who dared to lift his
hand against my mother. This man I met by accident in the forest;
and I slew him. I talked with the wretch, as a stranger at first,
upon the memorable case of the Jewish lady. Had he relented, had
he expressed compunction, I might have relented. But far
otherwise: the dog, not dreaming to whom he spoke, exulted; he--
But why repeat the villain's words? I cut him to pieces. Next I
did this: My agents I caused to matriculate separately at the
college. They assumed the college dress. And now mark the
solution of that mystery which caused such perplexity. Simply as
students we all had an unsuspected admission at any house. Just
then there was a common practice, as you will remember, among the
younger students, of going out a masking--that is, of entering
houses in the academic dress, and with the face masked. This
practice subsisted even during the most intense alarm from the
murderers; for the dress of the students was supposed to bring
protection along with it. But, even after suspicion had connected
itself with this dress, it was sufficient that I should appear
unmasked at the head of the maskers, to insure them a friendly
reception. Hence the facility with which death was inflicted, and
that unaccountable absence of any motion toward an alarm. I took
hold of my victim, and he looked at me with smiling security. Our
weapons were hid under our academic robes; and even when we drew
them out, and at the moment of applying them to the threat, they
still supposed our gestures to be part of the pantomime we were
performing.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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