The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 05, May 1891: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 05, May 1891: An Illustrated Monthly
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As he spoke he gently raised her in his arms and looked closely in
her face. At that instant memory brought back to him her parting
words, years before, when, as they said farewell, he had pressed his
lips to hers. The scene flashed across his brain with the rapidity of
lightning, and, as if urged by some sudden inspiration, he stooped and
kissed her, as he had kissed her on that too well remembered night.
No sooner had his lips touched hers than he uttered a terrible cry,
and rose to his feet, trembling convulsively. Then, with a wild laugh,
he seized the body, and before the astonished grave-digger could
interpose, the young officer fled from the spot with his burden in his
arms, springing over the graves, and threading his rapid course among
the tombs, as if the weight he bore were no more encumbrance to his
flight than a flake of falling snow. With almost supernatural force and
rapidity the madman, as the amazed and bewildered grave-digger now felt
assured he was, made good his escape, like a tiger carrying off his
prey.
[Illustration: "WITH A WILD LAUGH HE SEIZED THE BODY."]
Seeing that pursuit was useless--even if he had contemplated such a
course--the poor man hastened to remove the evidence of the sacrilege
in which he had played so prominent a part. Lowering the empty coffin
into the open grave, he rapidly threw in the earth, and in a short time
the spot showed no trace of having been disturbed since the interment
of the preceding morning. Then the grave-digger gathered together
the implements of his trade and stole back to his lodge, muttering
imprecations upon his mad visitor, and upon himself for having assisted
in committing a crime fraught with such formidable danger to its
perpetrators, should the horrible deed ever be brought to light.
IV.
Nearly five years had passed away since that eventful night, and,
during that long period, nothing had occurred to revive the fears of
the conscience-stricken grave-digger, or to give rise to his misgivings
that the theft of Madame du Bourg's corpse might by some means be
discovered. In fact, after carefully weighing all the circumstances,
he had finally come to the conclusion that he had been the victim of a
conspiracy hatched by medical students, one having played the principal
part in the abominable transaction, and the other or others waiting
outside the cemetery to assist in making off with the "subject," should
the nefarious plot succeed. The students (if this hypothesis were
correct) would never betray the secret, for obvious reasons; and so
long a time having now elapsed since the burial of the unhappy lady,
the contingency of an authorised exhumation for any cause whatever
became daily more and more remote.
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