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"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.
Ludwig lived quite alone. His sisters had married, his mother was dead.
Ludwig was still a bachelor, and so was my ancestor at this time.
"You have not yet put your neck under the yoke it appears," said my relative to his friend, in allusion to the conjugal tie.
"Not I," replied his friend. "At least, not yet."
"I understand," said Fritz; "not married, but '_verlobt_'."
"No, nor that either."
"No? _Verliebt_, then, perhaps."
"No, neither '_verlobt_' nor '_verliebt_'."
"What!" exclaimed the Englishman, "not even that! Nevertheless, if I remember rightly, the student Ludwig Engstein was not once averse to the fair s.e.x."
"Oh, recall not the follies of the past, my friend, or I may retaliate,"
answered the German.
"True, true," said the Englishman. "We all have our weaknesses, and youth is the season in which they mostly flourish, but now we have both grown into sober-minded _Philister_,[4] and are more wary."
"Yes, yes," rejoined his friend; "we are not to be caught now by a pair of blue eyes, flaxen tresses, and a jimp waist, however well these charms may be set off with the allurements of dress. When men get to our advanced age, they want 'geist,' and look out for a good housewife who can cook them a dish of 'sauer kraut' or a 'pfankuchen' when '_das moos_'[5] is wanting, which is another very useful accessory we desire to have thrown in."
Here he made a significant gesture with his finger and thumb, intended to express the counting of money.
"I hope, my friend, you have not become so worldly as to look upon marriage in the light of bettering yourself," said my relative.
"_Ach! lieber freund_," replied Ludwig. "It is all very well for you rich milords who have '_lowen_'[6] to talk in that style, but we '_armer teufeln_' are bound to take even that into consideration."
"This is what the world makes of n.o.ble fellows when it has once got them in its grasp!" sighed my ancestor to himself, and he hastened to change the conversation.
They then discoursed on various other topics, sitting up to a late hour of night, until wearied with incessant talking, each retired to rest.
Early the next morning both were dressed and ready to start on their journey. They reached ----dorf towards evening, and having fixed their quarters at the very same inn they had put up at on their memorable tour, they beguiled the time until the morrow by discoursing with the townspeople about the mysterious murder.
The body, it seems, was not yet underground, but was to be buried the next day. They accordingly both resolved to examine it.
"The head has not been found yet?" asked Ludwig after supper of the landlord of the inn, who had come in for a gossip.
"No, sir, not yet," replied their host. "Ah, there are some strange rumours in the town about that same murder."
"Indeed!" cried Fritz; "what do the people say?"
"Some say one thing, and some another, but all seem to agree that there is something supernatural about the murder of the Henker."
"Something supernatural! Why--what reason have they to jump at that conclusion?"
"Well, sir, I don't know if you have ever heard of the Henker's Poltergeist, but it is a fact well known to all in the towns.h.i.+p."
"Yes, yes--even we know it. In fact----but never mind, proceed."
"Well, gentlemen, this Poltergeist--this evil spirit--that no doubt was permitted to haunt the headsman for his sins--for a headsman must of necessity be a cruel, hard-hearted, unnatural villain to choose such a profession."
"Well, well--this evil spirit."
"Well then the Scharfrichter, at least, so people say, had sold his soul to this demon, and when the time came round for him to give up his soul according to the bargain, he refused, and the demon wrested it from him by force by cutting off his head and carrying it away with him."
"Oh, but why this strange supposition? Why put down a thing to supernatural agency before sufficient time has elapsed to investigate the matter properly? A person is murdered, and the body discovered without the head, and because the head cannot be found at once, you say that the devil has run off with it. My dear sir, the thing's absurd."
"Well, we must wait and see what evidence will turn up," said the host.
"Yes, but if everybody merely _waits_ for evidence to turn up instead of actively searching for it, the matter will come to a standstill," said the Englishman. "I myself am interested in the murder, as I knew the Scharfrichter twelve years ago, when I was a student."
"Ah, in that case, sir--of course you would. By-the-by, there is another murder now talked about besides the Henker's. They seem to be getting in fas.h.i.+on."
"What! another body?"