"She has not got any lamp," said Rebecca in a shaking voice.
Caroline, who was writing letters, rose again, took a lamp (there
were two in the room) and followed her sister. Rebecca had risen,
but she stood trembling, not venturing to follow.
The doorbell rang, but the others did not hear it; it was on the
south door on the other side of the house from the study. Rebecca,
after hesitating until the bell rang the second time, went to the
door; she remembered that the servant was out.
Caroline and her sister Emma entered the study. Caroline set the
lamp on the table. They looked at the wall. "Oh, my God," gasped
Mrs. Brigham, "there are--there are TWO--shadows." The sisters
stood clutching each other, staring at the awful things on the
wall. Then Rebecca came in, staggering, with a telegram in her
hand. "Here is--a telegram," she gasped. "Henry is--dead."
From "The Wind in the Rosebush," by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman.
Copyright, 1903, by Doubleday, Page & Company.
Melville Davisson Post
Introduction to The Corpus Delicti
The high ground of the field of crime has not been explored; it has
not even been entered.
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