Presently the coats came, and we followed the inspector down to the door of the hotel, where a closed fly was already awaiting us. We drove away through the brilliantly lighted city to the neighbourhood of long, dismal Monmouth Street on the hillside, but this time we did not drive down the street itself but took a turning which ran below it.
"The gate of the old burial ground," explained the police officer, "is in this street. It will be far more convenient to enter it this way than by going round by Monmouth Street."
At the old-fashioned, sunken iron gateway of the dreary looking, neglected graveyard a policeman was standing, apparently keeping guard.
He might have saved himself the trouble, for, with the exception of two poor-looking little children--one standing with his mouth open and a forgotten hoop and stick in his hand--the place was deserted.
We received the constable"s salute and, pa.s.sing through the rusty iron gate which he held open for us, came at once among the long wet gra.s.s and sunken, often lopsided, tombs. On the farther side of the ground another constable stood with a lighted lantern, and near him two labouring men, with spades and picks leaning against an old stone by them. These latter hastily put out their pipes as we approached.
I was curious to see what sort of tomb this was which had been apparently so desecrated, and followed the inspector towards it at his invitation.
"This is the grave I told you about, gentlemen," he said, indicating it with his finger; "you will see they have lifted the top stone off."
It was a very large tomb of the description called "altar tombs," but the flat stone which covered it lay by its side, and the rotten state of the low brickwork which had supported it accounted for its giving way, even with the boy"s weight.
The inspector took a lantern and held it inside the broken brickwork; yes, there could be no doubt the grave had been disturbed, and that recently.
Freshly turned earth lay between the walls of brickwork, which were s.p.a.cious enough to allow of an ordinary-sized grave being dug within them.
"Is the grave just as it was found?" I asked.
"Exactly, Mr. Anstruther," he answered. "The earth has not been disturbed at all. But I think we"ll make a start now. Here comes Dr.
Burbridge, the officer of health. We thought it better to have him present."
The figure of a man wearing a tall hat now appeared crossing the graveyard, preceded by a constable bearing a lantern.
After briefly introducing the newcomer, the inspector gave the word to the two labourers, and they scrambled inside the broken brickwork and commenced digging.
I looked round the weird spot as the noise of their spades became monotonous, relieved only by the throwing aside of the great lumps of moist earth; a mist was rising from the river flowing near, of which in the first stillness of our coming I could just catch the ripple of the water. It seemed to me that those who were long buried there had in life perhaps had some a.s.sociation with the river--even an affection for it--and had wished to be laid there near its soft murmur while they slept.
The men dug on and the pile of earth they threw up grew and grew; it was very clear that the old ground had been recently broken, and a new grave carefully shaped out of it. The sides were compact and firm and had not been disturbed, perhaps, for a whole century.
I glanced at the stone which had been removed, thinking, perhaps, that it might give me a clue to the date of the grave, but, alas, time and the weather had rotted the soft stone and it had come off in layers.
The face of the stone was a blank, and the names of those who lay beneath lost for ever.
The moon had risen and the men had dug down perhaps four feet, but nothing had come to light. Then, as they were proceeding after a brief halt, one of them gave a cry.
"There"s something here, marster!" he cried excitedly.
At the sound of his voice all the lanterns were brought to the edge of the grave, and we looked down into the hole, which the bright moonbeams did not reach. It was illuminated solely by the dull yellow light of one candle-lantern by which the men worked. The two diggers had withdrawn themselves, half scared, to the sides of the hole, and were looking down fearsomely at _something_ at their feet. It appeared that they were afraid of treading upon this something; at first I could not tell what they were looking at, but presently my eyes became accustomed to the gloom. It was a dark patch protruding from the ground.
"What is it?" I asked the men, as we all hung over the edge of the brickwork.
The nearest man turned a white face up to mine and answered me.
"It"s a human "ead, sir," he said.
I think we all drew back again as he said this, and the doctor stepped forward with a flask in his hand.
"If you will take my advice, gentlemen," he said, addressing Don Juan and me, "you will have a nip of this old brandy before we go any further in this matter. Then I think you had better let me give the instructions to these workmen, Mr. Inspector, or they may do some damage unintentionally."
Don Juan touched me on the arm. His hand trembled fearfully.
"Let us come away and walk a little," he said; "the strain of this affair is too much for me."
I took his arm and walked away with him towards the gate, where now quite a little crowd had a.s.sembled, attracted by the lanterns round the grave.
Knowing the Don"s fondness for smoking and its soothing effect upon him, I handed him my cigar case, and he took a cigar and lit it. There seemed to be something in the aroma of the fine Havannahs as I lit one, too, that dispelled the lurking mouldiness of the old burial ground.
"But for those children playing around that tomb this afternoon,"
remarked d"Alta, "this body might have lain there undiscovered for years. It was a cunning mind which thought of using an old grave as a receptacle for a fresh body."
We strolled backwards and forwards on the gra.s.s-grown pathway, and I kept the old gentleman as far as I could from the open grave. The voice of the doctor giving directions and the m.u.f.fled answers of the men working in the excavation came to us occasionally.
Presently, as we turned in one of our walks, I saw the labourers had come out of the grave and were hauling at something, a.s.sisted by the two policemen.
As I checked the Don in our walk, and looked on, a white ma.s.s was raised from the opening and laid by the doctor"s direction on an adjacent flat tomb.
I shuddered as I saw the whiteness of it in the moonlight, and my thoughts reverted to the blood-stained figure of the old lady which I had last seen lying on her bed in the house in Monmouth Street.
The workmen went down into the grave again, and Inspector Bull came towards us.
"Will you kindly step over this way for a few moments, Mr. Anstruther?"
he asked. "I want to see if you can recognise the body which has been brought to the surface."
I let go the arm of Don Juan which I had been holding, and with a sickening feeling at my heart followed Inspector Bull. He led me towards the object lying on the old moss-grown tomb, and I could not summon the words to ask him who it was. There was a strong presentiment in my mind that I should look upon the dead face of the old lady at whose wish I had crossed the Atlantic.
We came to the body, over which a piece of sacking had been thrown, and this the inspector drew back, while one of the policemen held a lantern.
In its yellow light mingled with the clear moonbeams, I looked upon the face, and my heart gave a great leap of thankfulness. The face was perfectly fresh and recognisable. It was not the face of the old lady which I had feared to see, but that of a man with a coal-black beard, which seemed very familiar to me.
I had scarcely looked upon it when a cry came from the grave where the men were working, and they threw up a white bundle, evidently a bundle of linen.
This the inspector quickly opened, and displayed a heap of bedclothing and a pillow all stained with blood.
"Is that all?" asked the inspector, as the men jumped out of the hole.
"Yes, marster," the man replied, knocking the clay off his boots, "there"s naught there now but the coffin of the old "un, well-nigh moulderin" away, and the plate says he was one o" the old Mayors o"
Bath."
I turned again to the exhumed body, and the recognition of it came to me in a flash.
_It was the dark German who had helped to strap me in the chair in Cruft"s Folly, when Saumarez was going to torture me_.
CHAPTER XIX