“’Tis well,” said Bolton, “the old man is richer than I thought. Now for the notes; he has them concealed in the lining of his boots.”
Emptying the gold into his many large capacious pockets he unsheathed his dirk.
“I will cut his boots open, and secure the notes,” said he.
Lantern in hand, he re-entered the room where the lifeless body lay.
His eyes almost darted from their sockets at the sight he then saw.
Each hair on his head stood on end; he trembled in every limb.
His very marrow was frozen at the awful spectacle before him.
The body was legless!
Each leg had been disjointed just above the knee!
The limbs were gone!