not；　as　you　will。　　The　sleeping　man　went　up　to　that　instrument。
  〃He　laid　his　head　in　it；　asleep。〃
  〃Asleep？〃
  〃He　then　took　a　little　penknife　out　of　the　pocket　of　his　white
  dimity　waistcoat。
  〃He　cut　the　rope　asleep。
  〃The　ax　descended　on　the　head　of　the　traitor　and　villain。　　The
  notch　in　it　was　made　by　the　steel　buckle　of　his　stock；　which　was
  cut　through。
  〃A　strange　legend　has　got　abroad　that　after　the　deed　was　done；　the
  figure　rose；　took　the　head　from　the　basket；　walked　forth　through
  the　garden；　and　by　the　screaming　porters　at　the　gate；　and　went　and
  laid　itself　down　at　the　Morgue。　　But　for　this　I　will　not　vouch。
  Only　of　this　be　sure。　　'There　are　more　things　in　heaven　and　earth；
  Horatio；　than　are　dreamed　of　in　your　philosophy。'　　More　and　more
  the　light　peeps　through　the　chinks。　　Soon；　amidst　music　ravishing；
  the　curtain　will　rise；　and　the　glorious　scene　be　displayed。　　Adieu！
  Remember　me。　　Ha！　'tis　dawn；〃　Pinto　said。　　And　he　was　gone。
  I　am　ashamed　to　say　that　my　first　movement　was　to　clutch　the　check
  which　he　had　left　with　me；　and　which　I　was　determined　to　present
  the　very　moment　the　bank　opened。　　I　know　the　importance　of　these
  things；　and　that　men　change　their　mind　sometimes。　　I　sprang　through
  the　streets　to　the　great　banking　house　of　Manasseh　in　Duke　Street。
  It　seemed　to　me　as　if　I　actually　flew　as　I　walked。　　As　the　clock
  struck　ten　I　was　at　the　counter　and　laid　down　my　check。
  The　gentleman　who　received　it；　who　was　one　of　the　Hebrew
  persuasion；　as　were　the　other　two　hundred　clerks　of　the
  establishment；　having　looked　at　the　draft　with　terror　in　his
  countenance；　then　looked　at　me；　then　called　to　himself　two　of　his
  fellow　clerks；　and　queer　it　was　to　see　all　their　aquiline　beaks
  over　the　paper。
  〃Come；　come！〃　said　I；　〃don't　keep　me　here　all　day。　　Hand　me　over
  the　money；　short；　if　you　please！〃　for　I　was；　you　see；　a　little
  alarmed；　and　so　determined　to　assume　some　extra　bluster。
  〃Will　you　have　the　kindness　to　step　into　the　parlor　to　the
  partners？〃　the　clerk　said；　and　I　followed　him。
  〃What；　AGAIN？〃　shrieked　a　bald…headed；　red…whiskered　gentleman；
  whom　I　knew　to　be　Mr。　Manasseh。　　〃Mr。　Salathiel；　this　is　too　bad！
  Leave　me　with　this　gentleman；　S。〃　　And　the　clerk　disappeared。
  〃Sir；〃　he　said；　〃I　know　how　you　came　by　this：　the　Count　de　Pinto
  gave　it　you。　　It　is　too　bad！　　I　honor　my　parents；　I　honor　THEIR
  parents；　I　honor　their　bills！　　But　this　one　of　grandma's　is　too
  badit　is；　upon　my　word；　now！　　She've　been　dead　these　five…and…
  thirty　years。　　And　this　last　four　months　she　has　left　her　burial
  place　and　took　to　drawing　on　our　'ouse！　　It's　too　bad；　grandma；　it
  is　too　bad！〃　and　he　appealed　to　me；　and　tears　actually　trickled
  down　his　nose。
  〃Is　it　the　Countess　Sidonia's　check　or　not？〃　I　asked；　haughtily。
  〃But；　I　tell　you；　she's　dead！　　It's　a　shame！it's　a　shame！it　is；
  grandmamma！〃　and　he　cried；　and　wiped　his　great　nose　in　his　yellow
  pocket　handkerchief。　　〃Look　yearwill　you　take　pounds　instead　of
  guineas？　　She's　dead；　I　tell　you！　　It's　no　go！　　Take　the　pounds
  one　tausend　pound！ten　nice；　neat；　crisp　hundred…pound　notes；　and
  go　away　vid　you；　do！〃
  〃I　will　have　my　bond；　sir；　or　nothing；〃　I　said；　and　I　put　on　an
  attitude　of　resolution　which　I　confess　surprised　even　myself。
  〃Wery　veil；〃　he　shrieked；　with　many　oaths；　〃then　you　shall　have
  notingha；　ha；　ha！noting　but　a　policeman！　　Mr。　Abednego；　call　a
  policeman！　　Take　that；　you　humbug　and　impostor！〃　and　here　with　an
  abundance　of　frightful　language　which　I　dare　not　repeat；　the
  wealthy　banker　abused　and　defied　me。
  Au　bout　du　compte；　what　was　I　to　do；　if　a　banker　did　not　choose　to
  honor　a　check　drawn　by　his　dead　grandmother？　　I　began　to　wish　I　had
  my　snuff…box　back。　　I　began　to　think　I　was　a　fool　for　changing　that
  little　old…fashioned　gold　for
  this　slip　of　strange　paper。
  Meanwhile　the　banker　had　passed　from　his　fit　of　anger　to　a　paroxysm
  of　despair。　　He　seemed　to　be　addressing　some　person　invisible；　but
  in　the　room：　〃Look　here；　ma'am；　you've　really　been　coming　it　too
  strong。　　A　hundred　thousand　in　six　months；　and　now　a　thousand　more！
  The　'ouse　can't　stand　it；　it　WON'T　stand　it；　I　say！　　What？　　Oh！
  mercy；　mercy！
  As　he　uttered　these　words；　A　HAND　fluttered　over　the　table　in　the
  air！　　It　was　a　female　hand：　that　which　I　had　seen　the　night　before。
  That　female　hand　took　a　pen　from　the　green　baize　table；　dipped　it
  in　a　silver　inkstand；　and　wrote　on　a　quarter　of　a　sheet　of　foolscap
  on　the　blotting　book；　〃How　about　the　diamond　robbery？　　If　you　do
  not　pay；　I　will　tell　him　where　they　are。〃
  What　diamonds？　what　robbery？　what　was　this　mystery？　　That　will
  never　be　ascertained；　for　the　wretched　man's　demeanor　instantly
  changed。　　〃Certainly；　sir；oh；　certainly；〃　he　said；　forcing　a
  grin。　　〃How　will　you　have　the　money；　sir？　　All　right；　Mr。　Abednego。
  This　way　out。〃
  〃I　hope　I　shall　often　see　you　again；〃　I　said；　on　which　I　own　poor
  Manasseh　gave　a　dreadful　grin；　and　shot　back　into　his　parlor。
  I　ran　home；　clutching　the　ten　delicious；　crisp　hundred　pounds；　and
  the　dear　little　fifty　which　made　up　the　account。　　I　flew　through
  the　streets　again。　　I　got　to　my　chambers。　　I　bolted　the　outer
  doors。　　I　sank　back　in　my　great　chair；　and　slept。　。　。　。
  My　first　thing　on　waking　was　to　feel　for　my　money。　　Perdition！
  Where　was　I？　　Ha！on　the　table　before　me　was　my　grandmother's
  snuff…box；　and　by　its　side　one　of　those　awfulthose　admirable
  sensation　novels；　which　I　had　been　reading；　and　which　are　full　of
  delicious　wonder。
  But　that　the　guillotine　is　still　to　be　seen　at　Mr。　Gale's；　No。　47；
  High　Holborn；　I　give　you　MY　HONOR。　　I　suppose　I　was　dreaming　about
  it。　　I　don't　know。　　What　is　dreaming？　　What　is　life？　　Why　shouldn't
  I　sleep　on　the　ceiling？and　am　I　sitting　on　it　now；　or　on　the
  floor？　　I　am　puzzled。　　But　enough。　　If　the　fashion　for　sensation
  novels　goes　on；　I　tell　you　I　will　write　one　in　fifty　volumes。　　For
  the　present；　DIXI。　　But　between　ourselves；　this　Pinto；　who　fought
  at　the　Colosseum；　who　was　nearly　being　roasted　by　the　Inquisition；
  and　sang　duets　at　Holyrood；　I　am　rather　sorry　to　lose　him　after
  three　little　bits　of　Roundabout　Papers。　　Et　vous？
  Bourgonef
  I
  AT　A　TABLE　D'HOTE
  At　the　close　of　February；　1848；　I　was　in　Nuremberg。　　My　original
  intention　had　been　to　pass　a　couple　of　days　there　on　my　way　to
  Munich；　that　being；　I　thought；　as　much　time　as　could　reasonably　be
  spared　for　so　small　a　city；　beckoned　as　my　footsteps　were　to　the
  Bavarian　Athens；　of　whose　glories　of　ancient　art　and　German
  Renaissance　I　had　formed　expectations　the　most　exaggerated
  expectations　fatal　to　any　perfect　enjoyment；　and　certain　to　be
  disappointed；　however　great　the　actual　merit　of　Munich　might　be。
  But　after　two　days　at　Nuremberg　I　was　so　deeply　interested　in　its
  antique　sequestered　life；　the　charms　of　which　had　not　been　deadened
  by　previous　anticipations；　that　I　resolved　to　remain　there　until　I
  had　mastered　every　detail　and　knew　the　place　by　heart。
  I　have　a　story　to　tell　which　will　move　amidst　tragic　circumstances
  of　too　engrossing　a　nature　to　be　disturbed　by　archaeological
  interests；　and　shall　not；　therefore；　minutely　describe　here　what　I
  observed　in　Nuremberg；　although　no　adequate　description　of　that
  wonderful　city　has　yet　fallen　in　my　way。　　To　readers　unacquainted
  with　this　antique　place；　it　will　be　enough　to　say　that　in　it　the
  old　German　life　seems　still　to　a　great　extent　rescued　from　the　all…
  devouring；　all…equalizing　tendencies　of　European　civilization。　　The
  houses　are　either　of　the　fifteenth　and　sixteenth　centuries；　or　are
  constructed　after　those　ancient　models。　　The　citizens　have
  preserved　much　of　the　simple　manners　and　customs　of　their
  ancestors。　　The　hurrying　feet　of　commerce　and　curiosity　pass
  rapidly　by；　leaving　it　sequestered　from　the　agitations　and　the
  turmoils　of　metropolitan　existence。　　It　is　as　quiet　as　a　village。
  During　my　stay　there　rose　in　its　quiet　streets　the　startled　echoes
  of　horror　at　a　crime　unparalleled　in　its　annals；　which；　gathering
  increased　horror　from　the　very　peacefulness　and　serenity　of　the
  scene；　arrested　the　attention　and　the　sympathy　in　a　degree　seldom
  experienced。　　Before　narrating　that；　it　will　be　necessary　to　go
  back　a　little；　that　my　own　connection　with　it　may　be　intelligible；
  especially　in　the　fanciful　weaving　together　of　remote　conjectures
  which　strangely　involved　me　in　the　story。
  The　table　d'hote　at　the　Bayerischer　Hof　had　about　thirty　visitors
  all；　with　one　exception；　of　that　local　commonplace　which　escapes
  remark。　　Indeed　this　may　almost　always　be　said　of　tables　d'hote；
  though　there　is　a　current　belief；　which　I　cannot　share；　of　a　table
  d'hote　being　very　delightfulof　one　being　certain　to　meet　pleasant
  people　there。〃　　It　may　be　so。　　For　many　years　I　believed　it　was　so。
  The　general　verdict　received　my　assent。　　I　had　never　met　those
  delightful　people；　but　was　always　expectin