In the act of sitting up to demand paper and pen, he was caught up into a
great darkness. He fell heavily back upon the bed.
“Syncope!” said the man with the pointed beard. “I must write up this
case for the National Medical Journal.”
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Lee Hin, looking upon the last scene in the drama, meditated deeply.
“No man can escape his destiny,” he mused.
The last shovel of dirt was thrown over the mound, and the man who threw
it deftly patted it into place with the rounded back of his spade.
Lee Hin walked gravely away. He passed along a graveled path and
approached a distant part of the cemetery. In the shade of a hawthorne he
paused and stood gently regarding the figure of a girl, kneeling beside a
grave.
“Poor little Irene!” he murmured.
And then he strode silently down the path and out at the cemetery gate.
Police Seize 800 Quarts of “Embalming Fluid”
Suspicious of its peculiar odor, Chicago police confiscated 800 quarts
of “embalming fluid,” found on an undertaker’s truck at the rear of 1400
South Central Park Avenue. Investigating, the police discovered that each
of the 800 quart bottles bore the label, “Cedar Brook.” Investigating
further, they found that each bottle contained rye whisky. Three men were
arrested with the undertaker’s cargo. None could “remember” the name of
the man to whom they were told to deliver the “embalming fluid.”
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