apparently superhuman strength. His face, smooth-shaven, was bloodless, his hair snow white.
As the crowd at the foot of the stairs, having more freedom, fell away to let him pass, Harper sprang forward. 'Jarette! Jarette!' he cried.
Dr. Helberson seized Harper by the collar and dragged him back. The man looked into their faces without seeming to see them, and sprang through the door, down the steps, into the street and away. A stout policeman, who had had inferior success in conquering his way down the stairway, followed a moment later and started in pursuit, all the heads in the windows--those of women and children now--screaming in guidance.
The stairway being now partly cleared, most of the crowd having rushed down to the street to observe the flight and pursuit, Dr. Helberson mounted to the landing, followed by Harper. At a door in the upper passage an officer denied them admittance. 'We are physicians,' said the doctor, and they passed in. The room was full of men, dimly seen, crowded about a table. The newcomers edged their way forward, and looked over the shoulders of those in the front rank. Upon the table, the lower limbs covered with a sheet, lay the body of a man, brilliantly iluminated by the beam of a bull's-eye lantern held by a policeman standing at the feet. The others, excepting those near the head--the officer himself--all were in darkness. The face of the body showed yellow, repulsive, horrible! The eyes were partly open and upturned, and the jaw fallen; traces of froth defiled the lips, the chin, the cheeks. A tall man, evidently a physician, bent over the body with his hand thrust under the shirt front. He withdrew it and placed two fingers in the open mouth. 'This man has been about two hours dead,' said he. 'It is a case for the coroner.'
He drew a card from his pocket, handed it to the officer, and made his way toward the door.
'Clear the room--out, all!' said the officer sharply, and the body disappeared as if it had been snatched away, as he shifted the lantern and flashed its beam of light here and there against the faces of the crowd. The effect was amazing! The men, blinded, confused, almost terrified, made a tumultuous rush for the door, pushing, crowding, and tumbling over one another as they fled, like the hosts of Night before the shafts of Apollo. Upon the struggling, trampling mass the officer poured his light without pity and without cessation. Caught in the current, Helberson and Harper were swept out of the room and cascaded down the stairs into the street.
'Good God, doctor! did I not tell you that Jarette would kill him?' said Harper, as soon as they were clear of the crowd.
'I believe you did,' replied the other without apparent emotion.
They walked on in silence, block after block. Against the greying east the dwellings of our hill tribes showed in silhouette. The familiar milk-waggon was already astir in the streets; the baker's man would soon come upon the scene; the newspaper carrier was abroad in the land.
'It strikes me, youngster,' said Helberson, 'that you and I have been having too much of the morning air lately. It is unwholesome; we need a change. What do you say to a tour in Europe?'
'When?'
'I'm not particular. I should suppose that four o'clock this afternoon would be early enough.'
'I'll meet you at the boat,' said Harper.
V
Seven years afterward these two men sat upon a bench in Madison Square, New York, in familiar conversation. Another man, who had been observing them for some time, himself unobserved, approached and, courteously lifting his hat from locks as white as snow, said: 'I beg your pardon, gentlemen, but when you have killed a man by coming to life, it is best to change clothes with him, and at the first opportunity make a break for liberty.'
Helberson and Harper exchanged significant glances. They were apparently amused. The former then looked the stranger kindly in the eye, and replied:
'That has always been my plan. I entirely agree with you as to its advant--' He stopped suddenly and grew deathly pale. He stared at the man, open-mouthed; he trembled visibly.
'Ah!' said the stranger, 'I see that you are indisposed, doctor. If you cannot treat yourself, Dr. Harper can do something for you, I am sure.'
'Who the devil are you?' said Harper bluntly.
The stranger came nearer, and, bending toward them, said in a whisper: 'I call myself Jarette sometimes, but I don't mind telling you, for old friendship, that I am Dr. William Mancher.'
The revelation brought both men to their feet. 'Mancher!' they cried in a breath; and Helberson added: 'It is true, by God!'
'Yes,' said the stranger, smiling vaguely, 'it is true enough, no doubt.'
