to make here.” Amid the solemn silence
of the room is heard the dull rustling of a snow-storm
which beats upon the shutters. For fear that the
eyes of the dying woman might be dazzled by the light,
the youngest of the heirs had fitted a shade to the
candle which stood near that bed so that the circle
of light scarcely reached the pillow of the deathbed,
from which the sallow countenance of the sick woman
stood out like a figure of Christ imperfectly gilded
and fixed upon a cross of tarnished silver. The
flickering rays shed by the blue flames of a crackling
fire were therefore the sole light of this sombre chamber,
where the denouement of a drama was just ending.
A log suddenly rolled from the fire onto the floor,
as if presaging some catastrophe. At the sound
of it the sick woman quickly rose to a sitting posture.
She opened two eyes, clear as those of a cat, and
all present eyed her in astonishment. She saw
the log advance, and before any one could check an
unexpected movement which seemed prompted by a kind
of delirium, she bounded from her bed, seized the
tongs and threw the coal back into the fireplace.
The nurse, the doctor, the relations rushed to her
assistance; they took the dying woman in their arms.
They put her back in bed; she laid her head upon her
pillow and after a few minutes died, keeping her eyes
fixed even after her death upon that plank in the
floor which the burning brand had touched. Scarcely
had the Countess Van Ostroem expired when the three
co-heirs exchanged looks of suspicion, and thinking
no more about their aunt, began to examine the mysterious
floor. As they were Belgians their calculations
were as rapid as their glances. An agreement
was made by three words uttered in a low voice that
none of them should leave the chamber. A servant
was sent to fetch a carpenter. Their collateral
hearts beat excitedly as they gathered round the treasured
flooring, and watched their young apprentice giving
the first blow with his chisel. The plank was
cut through.
“My aunt made a sign,” said the youngest of the heirs.
“No; it was merely the quivering light that made it appear so,” replied the eldest, who kept one eye on the treasure and the other on the corpse.
The afflicted relations discovered exactly on the spot where the brand had fallen a certain object artistically enveloped in a mass of plaster.
“Proceed,” said the eldest of the heirs.
The chisel of the apprentice then brought to light a human head and some odds and ends of clothing, from which they recognized the count whom all the town believed to have died at Java, and whose loss had been bitterly deplored by his wife.