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inning round。 I grew weak all over。
‘‘Cheer up a little；'' said Stagers。 ‘‘Take a nip of whisky。 Things ain't at the worst； by a good bit。 You just get ready； and we'll start by the morning train。 Guess you'll try out something smart enough as we travel along。 Ain't got a heap of time to lose。''
I was silent。 A great anguish had me in its grip。 I might squirm as I would； it was all in vain。 Hideous plans rose to my mind； born of this agony of terror。 I might murder Stagers； but what good would that do？ As to File； he was safe from my hand。 At last I became too confused to think any longer。 ‘‘When do we leave？'' I said feebly。
‘‘At six to…morrow；'' he returned。
How I was watched and guarded； and how hurried over a thousand miles of rail to my fate； little concerns us now。 I find it dreadful to recall it to memory。 Above all； an aching eagerness for revenge upon the man who had caused me these sufferings was uppermost in my mind。 Could I not fool the wretch and save myself？ Of a sudden an idea came into my consciousness。 Then it grew and formed itself； became possible； probable； seemed to me sure。 ‘‘Ah；'' said I； ‘‘Stagers； give me something to eat and drink。'' I had not tasted food for two days。
Within a day or two after my arrival； I was enabled to see File in his cell； on the plea of being a clergyman from his native place。
I found that I had not miscalculated my danger。 The man did not appear to have the least idea as to how I was to help him。 He only knew that I was in his power； and he used his control to insure that something more potent than friendship should be enlisted in his behalf。 As the days went by； his behavior grew to be a frightful thing to witness。 He threatened； flattered； implored； offered to double the sum he had promised if I would save him。 My really reasonable first thought was to see the governor of the State； and； as Stagers's former physician； make oath to his having had many attacks of epilepsy followed by brief periods of homicidal mania。 He had； in fact； had fits of alcoholic epilepsy。 Unluckily； the governor was in a distant city。 The time was short； and the case against my man too clear。 Stagers said it would not do。 I was at my wit's end。 ‘‘Got to do something；'' said File； ‘‘or I'll attend to your case； doc。''
‘‘But；'' said I； ‘‘suppose there is really nothing？''
‘‘Well；'' said Stagers to me when we were alone； ‘‘you get him satisfied； anyhow。 He'll never let them hang him； and perhapswell； I'm going to give him these pills when I get a chance。 He asked to have them。 But what's your other plan？''
Stagers knew as much about medicine as a pig knows about the opera。 So I set to work to delude him； first asking if he could secure me； as a clergyman； an hour alone with File just before the execution。 He said money would do it； and what was my plan？
‘‘Well；'' said I； ‘‘there was once a man named Dr。 Chovet。 He lived in London。 A gentleman who turned highwayman was to be hanged。 You see；'' said I； ‘‘this was about 1760。 Well； his friends bribed the jailer and the hangman。 The doctor cut a hole in the man's windpipe； very low down where it could be partly hid by a loose cravat。 So； as they hanged him only a little while； and the breath went in and out of the opening below the noose； he was only just insensible when his friends got him''
‘‘And he got well；'' cried Stagers； much pleased with my rather melodramatic tale。
‘‘Yes；'' I said； ‘‘he got well； and lived to take purses； all dressed in white。 People had known him well； and when he robbed his great…aunt； who was not in the secret； she swore she had seen his ghost。''
Stagers said that was a fine story； guessed it would work； small town； new business； lots of money to use。 In fact； the attempt thus to save a man is said to have been made； but； by ill luck； the man did not recover。 It answered my purpose； but how any one； even such an ass as this fellow； could believe it could succeed puzzles me to this day。
File became enthusiastic over my scheme； and I cordially assisted his credulity。 The thing was to keep the wretch quiet until the business blew up orand I shuddered until File； in despair； took his pill。 I should in any case find it wise to leave in haste。
My friend Stagers had some absurd misgivings lest Mr。 File's neck might be broken by the fall； but as to this I was able to reassure him upon the best scientific authority。 There were certain other and minor questions； as to the effect of sudden； nearly complete arrest of the supply of blood to the brain； but with these physiological refinements I thought it needlessly cruel to distract a man in File's peculiar position。 Perhaps I shall be doing injustice to my own intellect if I do not hasten to state again that I had not the remotest belief in the efficacy of my plan for any purpose except to get me out of a very uncomfortable position and give me； with time； a chance to escape。
Stagers and I were both disguised as clergy… men； and were quite freely admitted to the condemned man's cell。 In fact； there was in the little town a certain trustful simplicity about all their arrangements。 The day but one before the execution Stagers informed me that File had the pills； which he； Stagers； had contrived to give him。 Stagers seemed pleased with our plan。 I was not。 He was really getting uneasy and suspicious of me as I was soon to find out。
So far our plans； or rather mine； had worked to a marvel。 Certain of File's old accomplices succeeded in bribing the hangman to shorten the time of suspension。 Arrangements were made to secure me two hours alone with the prisoner； so that nothing seemed to be wanting to this tomfool business。 I had assured Stagers that I would not need to see File again previous to the operation； but in the forenoon of the day before that set for the execution I was seized with a feverish impatience； which luckily prompted me to visit him once more。 As usual； I was admitted readily； and nearly reached his cell when I became aware； from the sound of voices heard through the grating in the door； that there was a visitor in the cell。 ‘‘Who is with him？'' I inquired of the turnkey。
‘‘The doctor；'' he replied。
‘‘Doctor？'' I said； pausing。 ‘‘What doctor？''
‘‘Oh； the jail doctor。 I was to come back in half an hour to let him out； but he's got a quarter to stay。 Shall I let you in； or will you wait？''
‘‘No；'' I replied； ‘‘it is hardly right to interrupt them。 I will walk in the corridor for ten minutes or so； and then you can come back to let me into the cell。''
‘‘Very good；'' he returned； and left me。
As soon as I was alone； I cautiously advanced until I stood alongside of the door； through the barred grating of which I was able readily to hear what went on within。 The first words I caught were these：
‘‘And you tell me； doctor； that； even if a man's windpipe was open； the hanging would kill himare you sure？''
‘‘Yes； I believe there would be no doubt of it。 I cannot see how escape would be possible。 But let me ask you why you have sent for me to ask these singular questions。 You cannot have the faintest hope of escape； and least of all in such a manner as this。 I advise you to think about the fate which is inevitable。 Y