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it, and then looked in my eyes for a time.

      "Well, doctor, what do you think?" whispered the Count.

      "How much did you give him?" said the Marquis, thus suddenly stunted down to a doctor.

      "Seventy drops," said the lady.

      "In the hot coffee?"

      "Yes; sixty in a hot cup of coffee and ten in the liqueur."

      Her voice, low and hard, seemed to me to tremble a little. It takes a long course of guilt to subjugate nature completely, and prevent those exterior signs of agitation that outlive all good.

      The doctor, however, was treating me as coolly as he might a subject which he was about to place on the dissecting-table for a lecture.

      He looked into my eyes again for awhile, took my wrist, and applied his fingers to the pulse.

      "That action suspended," he said to himself.

      Then again he placed something that, for the moment I saw it, looked like a piece of gold-beater's leaf, to my lips, holding his head so far that his own breathing could not affect it.

      "Yes," he said in soliloquy, very low.

      Then he plucked my shirt-breast open and applied the stethoscope, shifted it from point to point, listened with his ear to its end, as if for a very far off sound, raised his head, and said, in like manner, softly to himself, "All appreciable action of the lungs has subsided."

      Then turning from the sound, as I conjectured, he said:

      "Seventy drops, allowing ten for waste, ought to hold him fast for six hours and a half – that is ample. The experiment I tried in the carriage was only thirty drops, and showed a highly sensitive brain. It would not do to kill him, you know. You are certain you did not exceed seventy?"

      "Perfectly," said the lady.

      "If he were to die the evaporation would be arrested, and foreign matter, some of it poisonous, would be found in the stomach, don't you see? If you are doubtful, it would be well to use the stomach-pump."

      "Dearest Eugenie, be frank, be frank, do be frank," urged the Count.

      "I am not doubtful, I am certain," she answered.

      "How long ago, exactly? I told you to observe the time."

      "I did; the minute-hand was exactly there, under the point of that Cupid's foot."

      "It will last, then, probably for seven hours. He will recover then; the evaporation will be complete, and not one particle of the fluid will remain in the stomach."

      It was reassuring, at all events, to hear that there was no intention to murder me. No one who has not tried it knows the terror of the approach of death, when the mind is clear, the instincts of life unimpaired, and no excitement to disturb the appreciation of that entirely new horror.

      The nature and purpose of this tenderness was very, very peculiar, and as yet I had not a suspicion of it.

      "You leave France, I suppose?" said the ex-Marquis.

      "Yes, certainly, to-morrow," answered the Count.

      "And where do you mean to go?"

      "That I have not yet settled," he answered quickly.

      "You won't tell a friend, eh?"

      "I can't till I know. This has turned out an unprofitable affair."

      "We shall settle that by-and-by."

      "It is time we should get him lying down, eh?" said the Count, indicating me with one finger.

      "Yes, we must proceed rapidly now. Are his night-shirt and night-cap – you understand – here?"

      "All ready," said the Count.

      "Now, Madame," said the doctor, turning to the lady, and making her, in spite of the emergency, a bow, "it is time you should retire."

      The lady passed into the room, in which I had taken my cup of treacherous coffee, and I saw her no more.

      The Count took a candle, and passed through the door at the further end of the room, returning with a roll of linen in his hand. He bolted first one door, then the other.

      They now, in silence, proceeded to undress me rapidly. They were not many minutes in accomplishing this.

      What the doctor had termed my night-shirt, a long garment which reached below my feet, was now on, and a cap, that resembled a female nightcap more than anything I had ever seen upon a male head, was fitted upon mine, and tied under my chin.

      And now, I thought, I shall be laid in a bed, to recover how I can, and, in the meantime, the conspirators will have escaped with their booty, and pursuit be in vain.

      This was my best hope at the time; but it was soon clear that their plans were very different.

      The Count and Planard now went, together, into the room that lay straight before me. I heard them talking low, and a sound of shuffling feet; then a long rumble; it suddenly stopped; it recommenced; it continued; side by side they came in at the door, their backs toward me. They were dragging something along the floor that made a continued boom and rumble, but they interposed between me and it, so that I could not see it until they had dragged it almost beside me; and then, merciful heaven! I saw it plainly enough. It was the coffin I had seen in the next room. It lay now flat on the floor, its edge against the chair in which I sat. Planard removed the lid. The coffin was empty.

      CHAPTER XXVI.

      CATASTROPHE

      "Those seem to be good horses, and we change on the way," said Planard. "You give the men a Napoleon or two; we must do it within three hours and a quarter. Now, come; I'll lift him, upright, so as to place his feet in their proper berth, and you must keep them together, and draw the white shirt well down over them."

      In another moment I was placed, as he described, sustained in Planard's arms, standing at the foot of the coffin, and so lowered backward, gradually, till I lay my length in it. Then the man, whom he called Planard, stretched my arms by my sides, and carefully arranged the frills at my breast, and the folds of the shroud, and after that, taking his stand at the foot of the coffin, made a survey which seemed to satisfy him.

      The Count, who was very methodical, took my clothes, which had just been removed, folded them rapidly together and locked them up, as I afterwards heard, in one of the three presses which opened by doors in the panel.

      I now understood their frightful plan. This coffin had been prepared for me; the funeral of St. Amand was a sham to mislead inquiry; I had myself given the order at Père la Chaise, signed it, and paid the fees for the interment of the fictitious Pierre de St. Amand, whose place I was to take, to lie in his coffin, with his name on the plate above my breast, and with a ton of clay packed down upon me; to waken from this catalepsy, after I had been for hours in the grave, there to perish by a death the most horrible that imagination can conceive.

      If, hereafter, by any caprice of curiosity or suspicion, the coffin should be exhumed, and the body it enclosed examined, no chemistry could detect a trace of poison, nor the most cautious examination the slightest mark of violence.

      I had myself been at the utmost pains to mystify inquiry, should my disappearance excite surmises, and had even written to my few correspondents in England to tell them that they were not to look for a letter from me for three weeks at least.

      In the moment of my guilty elation death had caught me, and there was no escape. I tried to pray to God in my unearthly panic, but only thoughts of terror, judgment, and eternal anguish, crossed the distraction of my immediate doom.

      I must not try to recall what is indeed indescribable – the multiform horrors of my own thoughts. I will relate, simply, what befell, every detail of which remains sharp in my memory as if cut in steel.

      "The undertaker's men are in the hall," said the Count.

      "They must not come till this is fixed," answered Planard. "Be good enough to take hold of the lower part while I take this end." I was not left long to conjecture what was coming, for in a few seconds more something slid across, a

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