Doubtless They Will
Listen And Have Pity; But Here There Is None Else That Will.'
He tried to speak, but that part of the shroud which bound his jaws,
held firm and would not let him.
He tried to lift imploring hands, but
they were crossed upon his breast and tied. I said -
'Shout, Franz Adler; make the sleepers in the distant streets hear you
and bring help. Shout - and lose no time, for there is little to lose.
What, you cannot? That is a pity; but it is no matter - it does not
always bring help. When you and your cousin murdered a helpless woman
and child in a cabin in Arkansas - my wife, it was, and my child! - they
shrieked for help, you remember; but it did no good; you remember that
it did no good, is it not so? Your teeth chatter - then why cannot you
shout? Loosen the bandages with your hands - then you can. Ah, I see -
your hands are tied, they cannot aid you. How strangely things repeat
themselves, after long years; for MY hands were tied, that night, you
remember? Yes, tied much as yours are now - how odd that is. I could
not pull free. It did not occur to you to untie me; it does not occur to
me to untie you. Sh - ! there's a late footstep. It is coming this way.
Hark, how near it is! One can count the footfalls - one - two - three.
There - it is just outside.
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