"Look there!" said Simplex, drawing a dark lantern from beneath his mantle; "look and read!"
Valentine drew near and saw on the splendid monument the name, "Augustus Zwirina," followed by a long litany of the deeds and services of that distinguished citizen.
"Why have you led me to the grave of my mortal foe?" asked Valentine sternly.
"It is not your mortal foe who sleeps here," returned Simplex, "but pretty Michal. The night after they had buried your mortal foe, I came to the churchyard with the faithful Ali. Then we set to work and dug out the coffin of pretty Michal and brought it hither, and placed it where the coffin of Zwirina had been laid, and now you can be quite easy in your mind, for your beloved reposes in consecrated ground, and flowers bloom over her all the year round."
Valentine threw himself with his face to the ground.
"Listen how the ghosts are weeping!" said one of the watchers to his comrade.
"Depend upon it, Beelzebub is tormenting them!"
"Don't look back or they'll twist your neck for you!"
After Valentine had wept to his heart's content, and consoled himself with the reflection that his tears would filter through the mound to his sleeping love and give her sweeter dreams, he arose and said to Simplex:
"But suppose the thing becomes known?"