A THUMB-PRIXT AX& WHAT CAME OF IT. 313

Bavarian dead-houses has ever rung its bell. Well, it is a harmless
belief. Let it stand at that.

The chill of that death-room had penetrated rny bones. It revived
and fastened upon me the diseas3 which had been afflicting me, but
which, up to that night, had been steadily disappearing. That man
murdered my wife and my child j and in three days hence he will
have added me to his list. No matter—God ! how delicious the

I SAT DOWN BY HIM.
memory of it!—I caught him escaping from his grave, and thrust him
back into it.
After that night, I was confined to my bed for a week; but as
soon as I could get about, I went to the dead-house books and got
the number of the house which Adler had died in. A wretched
lodging-house, it was. It was my idea that he would naturally bave
gotten hold of Kruger's effects, being his cousin; and I wanted to
get Kruger's watch, if I could. But while I was sick, Adler's things