Burn, Witch, Burn!

But the doctor who had attended little Anita had not been so reticent.

"The child," he wrote, "had been beautiful. She seemed to suffer no pain, but at the onset of the illness I

was shocked by the intensity of terror in her fixed gaze. It was like a waking nightmare-for

unquestionably she was conscious until death. Morphine in almost lethal dosage produced no change in

this symptom, nor did it seem to have any effect upon heart or respiration. Later the terror disappeared,

giving way to other emotions which I hesitate to describe in this report, but will do so in person if you so

desire. The aspect of the child after death was peculiarly disturbing, but again I would rather speak than

write of that."

There was a hastily scrawled postscript; I could see him hesitating, then giving way at last to the necessity

of unburdening his mind, dashing off that postscript and rushing the letter away before he could

reconsider-

"I have written that the child was conscious until death. What haunts me is the conviction that she was

conscious after physical death! Let me talk to you."

I nodded with satisfaction. I had not dared to put that observation down in my questionnaire. And if it has

been true of the other cases, as I now believed it must have been, all the doctors except Standish's had

shared my conservatism-or timidity. I called little Anita's physician upon the 'phone at once. He was

strongly perturbed. In every detail his case had paralleled that of Peters. He kept repeating over and

over:

"The child was sweet and good as an angel, and she changed into a devil!"

I promised to keep him apprised of any discoveries I might make, and shortly after our conversation I

was visited by the young physician who had attended Hortense Darnley. Doctor Y, as I shall call him,

had nothing to add to the medical aspect other than what I already knew, but his talk suggested the first

practical line of approach toward the problem.

His office, he said, was in the apartment house which had been Hortense Darnley's home. He had been

working late, and had been summoned to her apartment about ten o'clock by the woman's maid, a

colored girl. He had found the patient lying upon her bed, and had at once been struck by the expression

of terror on her face and the extraordinary limpness of her body. He described her as blonde,

blue-eyed-"the doll type."

A man was in the apartment. He had at first evaded giving his name, saying that he was merely a friend.

At first glance, Dr. Y had thought the woman had been subjected to some violence, but examination

revealed no bruises or other injuries. The "friend" had told him they had been eating dinner when "Miss

Darnley flopped right down on the floor as though all her bones had gone soft, and we couldn't get

anything out of her." The maid confirmed this. There was a half-eaten dinner on the table, and both man

and servant declared Hortense had been in the best of spirits. There had been no quarrel. Reluctantly, the

"friend" had admitted that the seizure had occurred three hours before, and that they had tried to "bring

her about" themselves, calling upon him only when the alternating expressions which I have referred to in

the case of Peters began to appear.

As the seizure progressed, the maid had become hysterical with fright and fled. The man was of tougher

timber and had remained until the end. He had been much shaken, as had Dr. Y, by the after-death

phenomena. Upon the physician declaring that the case was one for the coroner, he had lost his

reticence, volunteering his name as James Martin, and expressing himself as eager for a complete

autopsy. He was quite frank as to his reasons. The Darnley woman had been his mistress, and he "had

enough trouble without her death pinned to me."

There had been a thorough autopsy. No trace of disease or poison had been found. Beyond a slight

valvular trouble of the heart, Hortense Darnley had been perfectly healthy. The verdict had been death by

heart disease. But Dr. Y was perfectly convinced the heart had nothing to do with it.

It was, of course, quite obvious that Hortense Darnley had died from the same cause or agency as had all

the others. But to me the outstanding fact was that her apartment had been within a stone's throw of the

address Ricori had given me as that of Peters. Furthermore, Martin was of the same world, if Dr. Y's

impressions were correct. Here was conceivably a link between two of the cases-missing in the others. I

determined to call in Ricori, to lay all the cards before him, and enlist his aid if possible.

My investigation had consumed about two weeks. During that time I had become well acquainted with

Ricori. For one thing he interested me immensely as a product of present-day conditions; for another I

liked him, despite his reputation. He was remarkably well read, of a high grade of totally unmoral

intelligence, subtle and superstitious-in olden time he would probably have been a Captain of