es of the police who had that morning carried
off Gwynplaine.

There was no doubt about it. They were the same. They were reappearing.

Of course, Gwynplaine would also reappear. They had led him to that
place; they would bring him back.

It was all quite clear.

Ursus strained his eyes to the utmost. Would they set Gwynplaine at
liberty?

The files of police flowed from the low arch very slowly, and, as it
were, drop by drop. The toll of the bell was uninterrupted, and seemed
to mark their steps. On leaving the prison, the procession turned their
backs on Ursus, went to the right, into the bend of the street opposite
to that in which he was posted.

A second torch shone under the gateway, announcing the end of the
procession.

Ursus was now about to see what they were bringing with them. The
prisoner--the man.

Ursus was soon, he thought, to see Gwynplaine.

That which they carried appeared.

It was a bier.

Four men carried a bier, covered with black cloth.

Behind them came a man, with a shovel on his shoulder.

A third lighted torch, held by a man reading a book, probably the
chaplain, closed the procession.

The bier followed the ranks of the police, who had turned to the right.

Just at that moment the head of the procession stopped.

Ursus heard the grating of a key.

Opposite the prison, in the low wall which ran along the other side of
the street, another opening was illuminated by a torch passing beneath
it.

This gate, over which a death's-head was placed, was that of the
cemetery.

The wapentake passed through it, then the men, then the second torch.
The procession decreased therein, like a reptile entering his retreat.

The files of police penetrated into that other darkness which was beyond
the gate; then the bier; then the man with the spade; then the chaplain
with his torch and his book, and the gate closed.

There was nothing left but a haze of light above the wall.

A muttering was heard; then some dull sounds. Doubtless the chaplain and
the gravedigger--the one throwing on the coffin some verses of
Scripture, the other some clods of earth.

The muttering ceased; the heavy sounds ceased. A movement was made. The
torches shone. The wapentake reappeared, holding high his weapon, under
the reopened gate of the cemetery; then the chaplain with his book, and
the gravedigger with his spade. The _cortege_ reappeared without the
coffin.

The files of men crossed over in the sam