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 they all four alighted; they were the police director, accompanied by the young Latitudinarian, a police sergeant and an ordinary policeman, who was, however, dressed in plain clothes.

“The first thing for us to do is to examine the locality carefully,” the police director said:  “it is eleven o’clock and the exercisers of ghosts will not arrive before midnight, so we have time to look round us, and to take our measure.”

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; but as there were only a few stars visible, it was not easy to find it, but at last they managed it, and the police director looked about in the neighborhood of it.

“The position is not a very favorable one for us,” he said at last; “there is nothing here, not even a shrub, behind which we could hide.”

But just then, the policeman said that he had tried to get into the sexton’s hut through the door or the window, and that at last he had succeeded in doing so by breaking open a square in a window, which had been mended with paper, and that he had opened it and obtained posesssion of the key which he brought to the police director.

His plans were very quickly settled.  He had the chapel opened and went in with the young Latitudinarian; then he told the police sergeant to lock the door behind him and to put the key back where he had found it, and to shut the window of the sexton’s cottage carefully.  Lastly, he made arrangements as to what they were to do in case anything unforeseen should occur, whereupon the sergeant and the constable left the churchyard, and lay down in a ditch at some distance from the gate, but opposite to it.

Almost as soon as the clock struck half-past eleven, they heard steps near the chapel, whereupon the police director and the young Latitudinarian went to the window, in order to watch the beginning of the exorcism, and as the chapel was in total darkness, they thought that they should be able to see, without being seen; but matters turned out differently from what they expected.

Suddenly, the key turned in the lock, and they barely had time to conceal themselves behind the altar before two men came in, one of whom was carrying a dark lantern.  One was the young man’s father, an elderly man of the middle class, who seemed very unhappy and depressed, the other the Jesuit father K——­, a tall, thin, big-boned man, with a thin, bilious face, in which two large gray eyes shone restlessly under their bushy black eyebrows.  He lit the tapers, which were standing on the altar, and then began to say a Requiem Mass; while the old man knelt on the altar steps and served him.