第50章
- The Notch on the Ax and On Being Found Out
- WILLIAM THACKERAY
- 762字
- 2016-03-02 16:33:32
Just then he heard a sound of feet behind him.On turning round, he beheld three more men in the room; one was fastening the outer door; one was drawing some arms from a cupboard, and two others were whispering together.He himself was disturbed and perplexed, and felt that all was not right.Such was his confusion, that either all the men's faces must have been muffled up, or at least he remembered nothing distinctly but one fierce pair of eyes glaring upon him.Then, before he could look round, came a man from behind and threw a sack over his head, which was drawn tight about his waist, so as to confine his arms, as well as to impede his hearing in part, and his voice altogether.He was then pushed into a room; but previously he had heard a rush upstairs, and words like those of a person exulting, and then a door closed.Once it opened, and he could distinguish the words, in one voice, "And for THAT!" to which another voice replied, in tones that made his heart quake, "Aye, for THAT, sir." And then the same voice went on rapidly to say, "O dog! could you hope"--at which word the door closed again.Once he thought that he heard a scuffle, and he was sure that he heard the sound of feet, as if rushing from one corner of a room to another.But then all was hushed and still for about six or seven minutes, until a voice close to his ear said, "Now, wait quietly till some persons come in to release you.This will happen within half an hour." Accordingly, in less than that time, he again heard the sound of feet within the house, his own bandages were liberated, and he was brought to tell his story at the police office.Mr.Heinberg was found in his bedroom.He had died by strangulation, and the cord was still tightened about his neck.
During the whole dreadful scene his youthful wife had been locked into a closet, where she heard or saw nothing.
In the second case, the object of vengeance was again an elderly man.Of the ordinary family, all were absent at a country house, except the master and a female servant.She was a woman of courage, and blessed with the firmest nerves; so that she might have been relied on for reporting accurately everything seen or heard.But things took another course.The first warning that she had of the murderers' presence was from their steps and voices already in the hall.She heard her master run hastily into the hall, crying out, "Lord Jesus!--Mary, Mary, save me!" The servant resolved to give what aid she could, seized a large poker, and was hurrying to his assistance, when she found that they had nailed up the door of communication at the head of the stairs.What passed after this she could not tell; for, when the impulse of intrepid fidelity had been balked, and she found that her own safety was provided for by means which made it impossible to aid a poor fellow creature who had just invoked her name, the generous-hearted creature was overcome by anguish of mind, and sank down on the stair, where she lay, unconscious of all that succeeded, until she found herself raised in the arms of a mob who had entered the house.And how came they to have entered? In a way characteristically dreadful.The night was starlit; the patrols had perambulated the street without noticing anything suspicious, when two foot passengers, who were following in their rear, observed a dark-colored stream traversing the causeway.One of them, at the same instant tracing the stream backward with his eyes, observed that it flowed from under the door of Mr.Munzer, and, dipping his finger in the trickling fluid, he held it up to the lamplight, yelling out at the moment, "Why, this is blood!" It was so, indeed, and it was yet warm.The other saw, heard, and like an arrow flew after the horse patrol, then in the act of turning the corner.One cry, full of meaning, was sufficient for ears full of expectation.The horsemen pulled up, wheeled, and in another moment reined up at Mr.Munzer's door.The crowd, gathering like the drifting of snow, supplied implements which soon forced the chains of the door and all other obstacles.But the murderous party had escaped, and all traces of their persons had vanished, as usual.