Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Landowners -- Fiction
"I shall deal with you later," said Leigh meaningly and with an
unpleasant look. "You are not going to escape punishment because you
failed to carry out your evil design. First, I shall explain about my
catalepsy. I have always been afflicted thus, Hendle," he added,
turning to the young Squire, "and for that reason I rarely went away
from my house. Titus knew that I was subject to these trances, and I
always liked to have him at my elbow in case I fell into one. Also
Titus had the key of my family vault, so as to rescue me should I be
buried alive by any chance. The blow on the head did not kill me
outright, although it was severe enough very nearly to do so. I was
stunned for the time being and then passed into a trance. Owing to the
warm weather, unfortunately for me, I was buried hastily, else I might
have recovered."
"You were as dead as any man could be," persisted Tollart sullenly,
for the revival annoyed him beyond measure.
"I was not, yet, although you, in your confused state, thought so. And
you were confused with drink, Tollart, as Titus assures me. Let this
be a warning to you, my friend, to abandon this vice, as you may not
so easily escape again from dooming a man to a terrible death."
Tollart tried to speak, but could not, as he knew very well that he
was entirely in the wrong, and that the consequences of his too
hurried examination of the body might be serious for him. He
stammered, stuttered, and turned very white, then walked silently out
of the room. He had received a lesson which he would not easily
forget. Rupert started forward to stop him, but Mallien, who had been
too startled to speak hitherto, laid a detaining hand on his arm. The
man was nervous and less aggressive than usual, which was not to be
wondered at considering what had taken place.
"Let him go, Rupert," he muttered. "We can deal with this matter among
ourselves. I want to hear how Mr. Leigh was rescued from his terrible
position."
"Titus rescued me," said Leigh thankfully. "On the night of the day
when I was buried he came with Tobias to the vault. He had the key, as
I said before, in case of such an accident. These two"--he jerked his
head right and left toward his supporters--"unscrewed the coffin and
carried me into their house, which is, as you know, near the
churchyard. Gradually I revived from my trance, but suffered greatly
from the blow in the head which confused me. Feeling that I was not
myself, and knowing that serious matters had to be dealt with, I
ordered Titus and his grandson not to say anything about my being
alive. Since the day of my burial I have been hidden in that little
cottage, and Titus has nursed me back to health. But I fear," ended
the vicar plaintively, "that I shall not live long. The shock has
killed me."
"Well, at all events," said Carrington coolly, "I didn't kill you."
"Indirectly you have," said Leigh indignantly, "and I shall have you
punished before I die."
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