until his will can
legally take effect, and then you can invoke
the aid of justice. I am sorry to say that just now I can do
nothing for you."
"I think you will be able to," the young man replied; "for I
believe that a very clever piece of
deceit is being carried on."
"How? Please explain yourself more clearly."
"When I remonstrated with him,
yesterday evening, he referred to
my dead mother, and at last
assured me, in a voice of the deepest
conviction, that she had frequently appeared to him, had
threatened him with all the torments of the
damned, if he did not
disinherit his son, who had fallen away from God, and leave all
his property to the Church. Now I do not believe in ghosts."
"Neither do I," the police
director replied, "but I cannot well
do anything on such grounds, having nothing but superstitions to
go upon. You know how the Church rules all our affairs since the
Concordat with Rome, and if I
investigate this matter and obtain
no results, I am risking my post. It would be very different if
you could adduce any proofs for your suspicions. I do not deny
that I should like to see the
clerical party, which will, I fear,
be the ruin of Austria, receive a staggering blow; try,
therefore, to get to the bottom of this business, and then we
will talk it over again."
About a month passed, without the young Latitudinarian being
heard of. Suddenly, he came one evening, in a great state of
excitement, and told the Inspector that he was in a position to
expose the priestly
deceit which he had mentioned, if the
authorities would
assist him. The police
director asked for
further information.
"I have obtained a number of important clues," said the young
man. "In the first place, my father confessed to me that my
mother did not appear to him in our house, but in the
churchyardwhere she is buried. My mother was consumptive for many years,
and a few weeks before her death she went to the village of
S----, where she died and was buried. In
addition to this, I
found out from our
footman that my father has already left the
house twice, late at night, in company of X----, the Jesuit
priest, and that on both occasions he did not return till
morning. Each time he was
remarkablyuneasy and low-spirited
after his return, and had three masses said for my dead mother.
He also told me just now that he has to leave home this evening
on business, but, immediately after he told me that, our
footmansaw the Jesuit go out of the house. We may,
therefore, assume
that he intends this evening to
consult the spirit of my dead
mother again, and this would be an excellent opportunity to solve
the matter, if you do not object to opposing the most powerful
force in the Empire for the sake of such an insignificant
individual as myself."
"Every citizen has an equal right to the
protection of the
State," the police
director replied; "and I think that I have
shown often enough that I am not
wanting in courage to perform my
duty, no matter how serious the consequences may be. But only
very young men act without any prospects of success, because they
are carried away by their feelings. When you came to me the first
time, I was obliged to refuse your request for
assistance, but
to-day your request is just and
reasonable. It is now eight
o'clock; I shall expect you in two hours' time, here in my
office. At present, all you have to do is to hold your tongue;
everything else is my affair."
As soon as it was dark, four men got into a closed
carriage in
the yard of the police-office, and were
driven in the direction
of the village of S----. Their
carriage, however, did not enter
the village, but stopped at the edge of a small wood in the
immediate
neighborhood. Here all four alighted: the police
director, accompanied by the young Latitudinarian, a police
sergeant, and an ordinary
policeman, the latter however, dressed
in plain clothes.
"The first thing for us to do is to examine the locality
carefully," said the police
director. "It is eleven o'clock and
the exorcisers of ghosts will not arrive before
midnight, so we
have time to look round us, and to lay our plans."
The four men went to the
churchyard, which lay at the end of the
village, near the little wood. Everything was as still as death,
and not a soul was to be seen. The sexton was
evidently sitting
in the public house, for they found the door of his cottage
locked, as well as the door of the little
chapel that stood in
the middle of the
churchyard.
"Where is your mother's grave?" the police
director asked. As