Henry Handel Richardson

“ A mere handful of people stood round the grave. In addition to the English chaplain, and a couple of diggers, there were present Dove, two Americans, and a young clerk from the consul’s office, who was happy to be associated, in any fashion, with the English residents. It was the coldest day of that winter. Over the earth swept a harsh, dry wind, which cut like the blade of a knife, and forced stinging tears from the eyes. This wind had dried the frozen surface of the ground to the impenetrability of iron; loose earth crumbled before it like powder. ”

“ There was, however, nothing to be learned; number twelve was a gunsmith’s shop, and at his hesitating inquiry, if anything were known there of a music-student called Krafft, the owner of the shop looked at him as if he were a lunatic, and answered rudely: was the Herr under the impression that the shop was an information BUREAU?
Louise was dressed to go out. Pressed as to her destination, she said that she was going to see the body. Maurice sought in vain to dissuade her.
“It’s a perverse thing to do,” he cried. “You didn’t care a fig for the girl when she was alive. ”

“ Owing to the stiffness of their hands, the ropes slid from their grasp, and the coffin fell forward into the hard yellow grave with a bump. The young men took the obligatory handfuls of earth, and struck the side of the coffin with them as gently as possible. With the last word still on his lips, the chaplain shut his book and fled; and the rest hastily dispersed. Maurice shook off the young clerk, who was murmuring unintelligible words of sympathy, and left the cemetery in the wake of the two Americans, for whom a droschke was in waiting to take them back to the town. ”

“ As they walked home together, Miss Jensen returned once more to the subject of Krafft’s failings.
“I’ve known many men,” she said, “one more credulously vain and stupid than another; for unless a man is engaged in satisfying his brute instincts, he can be twisted round the finger of ANY woman. But Mr. Krafft was the only one I’ve met, who didn’t appear to me to have a single good impulse.”
The big woman’s high-pitched voice grated on Madeleine.
“You’re quite wrong there,” she said more snappily than before. “Heinz had as many good impulses as anyone else. ”

“ Some workmen, tramping townwards soon after dawn, noticed a strip of light stuff twisted round a snag, which projected slightly above the surface of the water. It proved to be the skirt of her dress, which had been caught and held fast. Ambulance and police were summoned, and the body was recovered and taken to the police-station.
The last of his friends to see Krafft was Madeleine, and the number of those interested in his departure, and in Avery’s quick suicide, was so large that she several times had to repeat her lively account of the last visit he paid her. ”

“ In life, there had been too marked a discrepancy between the extreme warmth of the girl’s colouring and the extreme immobility of her expression. Now that the blood had, as it were, been drained away to the last drop, now that temples and nostrils had attained transparency, the fine texture of the skin and the beauty of the curves of lips and chin were visible to every eye. Only one hand, so the LEICHENFRAU babbled on, was convulsively closed, and could not be undone ”

“ Then he looked at her, and a feverish stream of words, half self-recriminative, half in self-defence, burst from his lips. But they had little to do with the matter in hand, and were incomprehensible to her. “It has been a terrible nightmare. And only you can drive it away.” As he spoke, he looked, with a sudden suspicion, right into her eyes. But they neither faltered nor grew uneasy.
“It will turn out to be nothing, I know,” she said coldly. “You’re always devising some new way of tormenting me.”
Her words roused him. Fumbling in his pocket, he drew from it Krafft’s letter. “Is that nothing? ”

“ It showed how little he had, at heart, cared for any of them. Only a person who thoroughly despised others, would treat them in this way, playing with them up to the last minute, as one plays with dolls or fools. ”

“ Compared with his pessimistic absorption in himself, Avery’s suicide and Krafft’s departure touched him lightly. For the girl, he had never cared. As soon, though, as he heard that Krafft had disappeared, he turned out his pockets for the scrap of paper Heinz had given him that evening in the cafe. But it threw no light on what had happened. It was merely an address, and, twist it as he would, Maurice could make no more of it than the words: KLOSTERGASSE 12. ”