FROM THE MEMOIRS OF SATAN
the door was broken open, the whole tide of anxious visitors poured up the wide silent staircase—all the doors were fastened; at length one was opened. In a splendid apartment, the Counsellor, his iron-grey frockcoat torn to pieces, his neatly dressed hair in horrible disorder, lay dead, strangled, on the sofa.
"Since that time no traces of Barighi have been found, neither in Stuttgart nor elsewhere."
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