Can Such Things Be [7]
leaves had been pushed into heaps and ridges on both sides of the legs by the action of other feet than theirs; alongside the hips were unmistakable impressions of human knees. The nature of the struggle was made clear by a glance at the dead man's throat and face. While breast and hands were white, those were purple-- almost black. The shoulders lay upon a low mound, and the head was turned back at an angle otherwise impossible, the expanded eyes staring blankly back- ward in a direction opposite to that of the feet. From the froth filling the open mouth the tongue pro- truded, black and swollen. The throat showed hor- rible contusions; not mere finger-marks, but bruises and lacerations wrought by two strong hands that must have buried themselves in the yielding flesh, maintaining their terrible grasp until long after death. Breast, throat, face, were wet; the clothing was saturated; drops of water, condensed from the fog, studded the hair and moustache. All this the two men observed without speaking-- almost at a glance. Then Holker said: 'Poor devil! he had a rough deal.' Jaralson was making a vigilant circumspection of the forest, his shotgun held in both hands and at full cock, his finger upon the trigger. 'The work of a maniac,' he said, without with- drawing his eyes from the enclosing wood. 'It was done by Branscom--Pardee.' Something half hidden by the disturbed leaves on the earth caught Holker's attention. It was a red- leather pocket-book. He picked it up and opened it. It contained leaves of white paper for memoranda, and upon the first leaf was the name 'Halpin Fray- ser.' Written in red on several succeeding leaves-- scrawled as if in haste and barely legible--were the following lines, which Holker read aloud, while his companion continued scanning the dim grey confines of their narrow world and hearing matter of apprehension in the drip of water from every bur- dened branch:
'Enthralled by some mysterious spell, I stood In the lit gloom of an enchanted wood. The cypress there and myrtle twined their boughs, Significant, in baleful brotherhood.
'The brooding willow whispered to the yew; Beneath, the deadly nightshade and the rue, With immortelles self-woven into strange Funereal shapes, and horrid nettles grew.
'No song of bird nor any drone of bees, Nor light leaf lifted by the wholesome breeze: The air was stagnant all, and Silence was A living thing that breathed among the trees.
'Conspiring spirits whispered in the gloom, Half-heard, the stilly secrets of the tomb. With blood the trees were all adrip; the leaves Shone in the witch-light with a ruddy bloom.
'I cried aloud!--the spell, unbroken still, Rested upon my spirit and my will. Unsouled, unhearted, hopeless and forlorn, I strove with monstrous presages of ill!
'At last the viewless--'
Holker ceased reading; there was no more to read. The manuscript broke off in the middle of a line. 'That sounds like Bayne,' said Jaralson, who was something of a scholar in his way. He had abated his vigilance and stood looking down at the body. 'Who's Bayne?' Holker asked rather incuriously. 'Myron Bayne, a chap who flourished in the early years of the nation--more than a century ago. Wrote mighty dismal stuff; I have his collected works. That poem is not among them, but it must have been omitted by mistake.' 'It is cold,' said Holker; 'let us leave here; we must have up the coroner from Napa.' Jaralson said nothing, but made a movement in compliance. Passing the end of the slight elevation of earth upon which the dead man's head and shoulders lay, his foot struck some hard substance under the rotting forest leaves, and he took the trouble to kick it into view. It was a fallen head- board, and painted on it were the hardly de- cipherable words, 'Catharine Larue.' 'Larue, Larue!' exclaimed Holker, with sudden animation. 'Why, that is the real name of Brans- com--not Pardee. And--bless my soul! how it all comes to me--the murdered woman's name had been Frayser!' 'There is some rascally mystery
'Enthralled by some mysterious spell, I stood In the lit gloom of an enchanted wood. The cypress there and myrtle twined their boughs, Significant, in baleful brotherhood.
'The brooding willow whispered to the yew; Beneath, the deadly nightshade and the rue, With immortelles self-woven into strange Funereal shapes, and horrid nettles grew.
'No song of bird nor any drone of bees, Nor light leaf lifted by the wholesome breeze: The air was stagnant all, and Silence was A living thing that breathed among the trees.
'Conspiring spirits whispered in the gloom, Half-heard, the stilly secrets of the tomb. With blood the trees were all adrip; the leaves Shone in the witch-light with a ruddy bloom.
'I cried aloud!--the spell, unbroken still, Rested upon my spirit and my will. Unsouled, unhearted, hopeless and forlorn, I strove with monstrous presages of ill!
'At last the viewless--'
Holker ceased reading; there was no more to read. The manuscript broke off in the middle of a line. 'That sounds like Bayne,' said Jaralson, who was something of a scholar in his way. He had abated his vigilance and stood looking down at the body. 'Who's Bayne?' Holker asked rather incuriously. 'Myron Bayne, a chap who flourished in the early years of the nation--more than a century ago. Wrote mighty dismal stuff; I have his collected works. That poem is not among them, but it must have been omitted by mistake.' 'It is cold,' said Holker; 'let us leave here; we must have up the coroner from Napa.' Jaralson said nothing, but made a movement in compliance. Passing the end of the slight elevation of earth upon which the dead man's head and shoulders lay, his foot struck some hard substance under the rotting forest leaves, and he took the trouble to kick it into view. It was a fallen head- board, and painted on it were the hardly de- cipherable words, 'Catharine Larue.' 'Larue, Larue!' exclaimed Holker, with sudden animation. 'Why, that is the real name of Brans- com--not Pardee. And--bless my soul! how it all comes to me--the murdered woman's name had been Frayser!' 'There is some rascally mystery