length of the rope.
What was the consternation of the Vicomte and the hangman, and the
horror of the crowd, to see that Mattingley's toes just touched the
ground! The body shook and twisted. The man was being slowly strangled,
not hanged.
The Undertaker's Apprentice was the only person who kept a cool head.
The solution of the problem of the rope for afterwards, but he had been
sent there to hang a man, and a man he would hang somehow. Without more
ado he jumped upon Mattingley's shoulders and began to drag him down.
That instant Ranulph Delagarde burst through the mounted guard and the
militia. Rushing to the Vicomte, he exclaimed:
"Shame! The man was to be hung, not strangled. This is murder. Stop it,
or I'll cut the rope." He looked round on the crowd. "Cowards--cowards,"
he cried, "will you see him murdered?"
He started forward to drag away the deathmann, but the Vicomte,
thoroughly terrified at Ranulph's onset, himself seized the Undertaker's
Apprentice, who, drawing off with unruffled malice, watched what
followed with steely eyes.
Dragged down by the weight of the Apprentice, Mattingley's feet were now
firmly on the ground. While the excited crowd tried to break through the
cordon of mounted guards, Mattingley, by a twist and a jerk, freed his
corded hands. Loosing the rope at his neck he opened his eyes and looked
around him, dazed and dumb.
The Apprentice came forward. "I'll shorten the rope oui-gia! Then you
shall see him swing," he grumbled viciously to the Vicomte.
The gaunt Vicomte was trembling with excitement. He looked helplessly
around him.
The Apprentice caught hold of the rope to tie knots in it and so shorten
it, but Ranulph again appealed to the Vicomte.
"You've hung the man," said he; "you've strangled him and you didn't
kill him. You've got no right to put that rope round his neck again."
Two jurats who had waited on the outskirts of the crowd, furtively
watching the effect of their sentence, burst in, as distracted as the
Vicomte.
"Hang the man again and the whole world will laugh at you," Ranulph
said. "If you're not worse than fools or Turks you'll let him go. He has
had death already. Take him back to the prison then, if you're afraid to
free him." He turned on the crowd fiercely. "Have you nothing to say to
this butchery?" he cried. "For the love of God, haven't you anything to
say?"
Half the crowd shouted "Let him go free!" and the other half,
disappointed in th
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