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THE HAUNTED CELL
By Julian Raymond
The walls were of imemnse thick
ness. A tiny gleam of moonlight fil
tered through the slit over CardweH's
It -was 2 in the morning by his
watch, but he had not gone to sleep.
Why should a man sleep on the night
before his execution,' when he will
sleep so long and soundly in a little
while? Instead, he paced the cell
and heard again the judge's last
words to him:
"You were drawn into playing a
-part in this conspiracy to stir up re
bellion in a British province. You
were partly ignorant of the scope of
the design. On this account the mil
itary court will consider a recom
mendation to mercy, to be addressed
to his majesty the king. But I can
not advise you to build up hopes on
this. For the present, all that re
mains to me is to sentence you to be
taken to the place whence you came
and be shot to death on the day ap
pointed by the high jheriff ."
An hour later Cardwell found him
self back in the Tower of London.
And no reprieve had come and he
was to die on the morrow at 6
oclock, be-fore the rifles of a firing
Cardwell flung himself down upon
his bed. It was hard to die at his
age 27. And the enterprise had
seemed to him little more than an
adventure. He was of Irish birth,
and he had always hated -England
as the' land which exiled his father.
He had gone light-heartedly into the
game, not thinking of the awful re
tribution. The moonbeam shifted. It fell
upon a corner of the cell. Cardwell
started up in astonishment. Embed
ded in the masonry, rusty with age,
he saw an iron ring.
Instantly he was upon his feet and
examining the corner. The kindly
moonbeam played upon the spot
Cardwell perceived that a large block
of masonry was loosely fitted into
the wait The ring was attached
" He tried to raise the ring, but it
was rusted to the stone. It Took him
nearly an hour .before he succeeded
in working it free. He scraped with"
the edge of his tin platter around the
block. He put his fingers in the ring
and pulled. There was no result.
He pulled again with all his force.
He seemed to feel the ring giving.
Horrified at What He Saw.
He pulled a third time and found
himself lying on his back and a rush
of cold air came through an open
ing just large enough to admit- his
In a moment Cardwell was crawl
ing through the hole into the dark
ness. The sides fell away from him!
It was quite dark, but in the distance
was a tiny gleam of light, no bigger
than a star. Cardwell stood up cau-