The Spruce Street Tragedy; or, Old Spicer Handles a Double Mystery. Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury

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length they arrived in York Street.

      "Now, then," said Old Spicer, "you have been over this ground."

      "Yes," was the answer, "I think I know it pretty well."

      "Then conduct me through the passage into the backyard of the Ernst House."

      "This way, sir," and George led him through a narrow passage at the end of the brick block.

      Presently they found themselves in the yard back of the basement saloon.

      Old Spicer tried one of the basement doors.

      It was locked.

      He tried the next.

      It yielded, and he entered, closely followed by George.

      He led the way toward the room in which the trap door was situated. But in passing the bar-room, he saw, through the open door, three men grouped together in chairs, while a coffin, containing all that was mortal of Margaret Ernst, occupied the center of the apartment.

      The darkness of the place was only dissipated in a small degree by an oil lamp, which burned dimly on the bar.

      "Who are they?" asked Old Spicer, with his lips close to Morgan's ear.

      "One's Cohen," was the answer; "another is – "

      "Webber, isn't it?"

      "By Jove! I believe it is."

      "And who is the third?"

      "I don't know; I can't see his face."

      "Well, hark, then; let's hear what they have to say."

      "Yes," the unknown was saying at this point, "it was the worst experience I ever had. I never want to be frightened so badly as that again."

      "Tell us all about it, old fellow," urged Cohen.

      "Well, you see, we had got the body in the way I hinted a moment ago; and in order not to attract too much attention, we laid it over on the back seat of the carriage, and my friend Jim and I took the front seat and drove off.

      "By and by we came to a lonely road, leading through a piece of woods. As we entered the woods I thought I heard a slight sound just back of me, as of some one moving.

      "Jim heard it too, and we looked back simultaneously.

      "One glance was enough; then we gave a yell of horror and sprung from the carriage, Jim on his side and I on mine; and the way we legged it for the open country was a caution."

      "Why," exclaimed Webber, "what the deuce was it that frightened you so?"

      "Yes," added Cohen, "what did you see when you looked back?"

      "See? We saw that confounded corpse sitting bolt upright on the rear seat, like any live man. And at the very moment our eyes rested upon him, he started forward, placing one hand on the front seat by my side, and the other on Jim's back, while his great wide-open eyes stared fixedly into mine."

      "Good Lord! I should have thought you would have been frightened," exclaimed Webber.

      "How did it all turn out?" asked Cohen.

      "Why, this way," was the reply. "After running some distance, we stopped to consult. While we stood there, a man with a heavily-loaded wagon drove up and asked us what we were doing on such a lonely road at that time of night.

      "I told him we were taking a dead body to the city for Dr. White, and that it had suddenly started up and driven us from our carriage.

      "He said he couldn't swallow that story. We swore it was true. Then he asked where we had left the carriage. We told him about half a mile ahead. 'Come on and show me, then,' he said. 'I have a rifle and two revolvers here; I guess with those we are enough for one dead man, at least;' so we went forward with him.

      "At length we came to our carriage; the horse had merely gone to one side of the road, and was quietly cropping the grass.

      "The man took a lantern from his wagon, lighted it, and approached the carriage. Then we heard him laugh.

      "'Come here,' he cried, 'and see what started your corpse to life.'

      "We hastened forward, and saw at once that the dead man had not altered his position since we had so abruptly left him.

      "Our new friend then pointed out to us how the wind had carried the ends of the loose robe in which the corpse was dressed on to the wheels. The motion of the wheels had then pulled the robe so that the corpse which it enveloped was raised to a sitting position, and at last drawn forward in the way I have described."

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