Original Short Stories — Volume 07 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 143 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 07.

Original Short Stories — Volume 07 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 143 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 07.

At break of day he revived.  It was some time, however, before he regained his senses, and was able to understand or remember.  But, suddenly, the memory of the attack and of his wounds returned to him, and he was filled with such terror that he closed his eyes in order not to see anything.  After a few minutes he grew calmer and began to think.  He had not died’ immediately, therefore he might still recover.  He felt weak, very weak; but he had no real pain, although he noticed an uncomfortable smarting sensation in several parts of his body.  He also felt icy cold, and all wet, and as though wrapped up in bandages.  He thought that this dampness came from the blood which he had lost; and he shivered at the dreadful thought of this red liquid which had come from his veins and covered his bed.  The idea of seeing this terrible spectacle again so upset him that he kept his eyes closed with all his strength, as though they might open in spite of himself.

What had become of Denis?  He had probably escaped.

But what could he, Marambot, do now?  Get up?  Call for help?  But if he should make the slightest motions, his wounds would undoubtedly open up again and he would die from loss of blood.

Suddenly he heard the door of his room open.  His heart almost stopped.  It was certainly Denis who was coming to finish him up.  He held his breath in order to make the murderer think that he had been successful.

He felt his sheet being lifted up, and then someone feeling his stomach.  A sharp pain near his hip made him start.  He was being very gently washed with cold water.  Therefore, someone must have discovered the misdeed and he was being cared for.  A wild joy seized him; but prudently, he did not wish to show that he was conscious.  He opened one eye, just one, with the greatest precaution.

He recognized Denis standing beside him, Denis himself!  Mercy!  He hastily closed his eye again.

Denis!  What could he be doing?  What did he want?  What awful scheme could he now be carrying out?

What was he doing?  Well, he was washing him in order to hide the traces of his crime!  And he would now bury him in the garden, under ten feet of earth, so that no one could discover him!  Or perhaps under the wine cellar!  And M. Marambot began to tremble like a leaf.  He kept saying to himself:  “I am lost, lost!” He closed his eyes so as not to see the knife as it descended for the final stroke.  It did not come.  Denis was now lifting him up and bandaging him.  Then he began carefully to dress the wound on his leg, as his master had taught him to do.

There was no longer any doubt.  His servant, after wishing to kill him, was trying to save him.

Then M. Marambot, in a dying voice, gave him the practical piece of advice: 

“Wash the wounds in a dilute solution of carbolic acid!”

Denis answered: 

“This is what I am doing, monsieur.”

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