hes scattered by the four winds of heaven, that
there might not the least track or trace of remembrance remain among
men or Masons of so vile and perjured a wretch as I am. Ah, JUBELA and
JUBELO, it was I that struck him harder than you both--it was I that
gave him the fatal blow--it was I that killed him outright."

The three Fellow Crafts who had stood by the candidate all this time
listening to the ruffians, whose voices they recognized, says one to
the other, "What shall we do, there are three of them, and only three
of us?" "It is," said one in reply, "our cause is good, let us seize
them;" on which they rush forward, and carry them to the Master, to
whom they relate what had passed. The Master then addresses them in
the following manner (they in many Lodges kneel, or lie down, in token
of their guilt and penitence): "Well, JUBELA, what have you got to say
for yourself--guilty or not guilty?" A. "Guilty, my Lord." "JUBELO,
guilty or not guilty?" A. "Guilty, my Lord." "JUBELUM, guilty or not
guilty?" A. "Guilty, my Lord." The Master to the three Fellow Crafts
who took them, "Take them without the West gate of the Temple, and
have them executed according to the several imprecations of their own
mouths." They are then hurried off to the West end of the room. Here
this part of the farce ends. The Master then orders fifteen Fellow
Crafts to be elected from the bands of the workmen, and sent three
East, three West, three North, three South; and three in and about the
Temple, in search of their Grand Master, Hiram Abiff [In some Lodges
they only send twelve, when their own Lectures say fifteen were sent],
and charges them if they find the body, to examine carefully on and
about it for the Master's word, or a key to it. The three that
traveled a Westerly course come to the candidate and finger about him
a little, and are called to order by the Master, when they report that
they have found the grave of their Grand Master, Hiram Abiff, and, on
moving the earth till they came to the body, they involuntarily found
their hands raised in this position [showing it at the same time; it
is the due-guard of this degree], to guard their nostrils against the
offensive affluvia which arose from the grave; and that they had
searched carefully on and about the body for the Master's word, but
had not discovered anything but a faint resemblance of the letter G on
the left breast. The Master, on the receipt of this information
(raising hims