"Talking of power,have you read the account of the execution last year of that wonderful criminal,Anna Maria Zwanziger?Wherever she went,the path of this terrific woman is strewed with the dead whom she has poisoned.She appears to have lived to destroy her fellow-creatures,and to have met her doom with the most undaunted courage.What a career!and what an end!(1)"The foolish people in Wurzburg are at a loss to find motives for some of the murders she committed,and try to get out of the difficulty by declaring that she must have been a homicidal maniac.That is not _my_explanation.I can understand the murderess becoming morally intoxicated with the sense of her own tremendous power.A mere human creature--only a woman,Julie!--armed with the means of secretly dealing death with her,wherever she goes--meeting with strangers who displease her,looking at them quietly,and saying to herself,"I doom you to die,before you are a day older"--is there no explanation,here,of some of Zwanziger's poisonings which are incomprehensible to commonplace minds?
"I put this view,in talking of the trial,to the military commandant a few days since.His vulgar wife answered me before he could speak.
'Madame Fontaine,'said this spitfire,'my husband and I don't feel _your_sympathy with poisoners!'Take that as a specimen of the ladies of Wurzburg--and let me close this unmercifully long letter.I think you will acknowledge,my dear,that,when I do write,I place a flattering trust in my friend's patient remembrance of me."There the newspaper extracts came to an end.
As a picture of a perverted mind,struggling between good and evil,and slowly losing ground under the stealthy influence of temptation,the letters certainly possessed a melancholy interest for any thoughtful reader.But (not being a spiteful woman)I failed to see,in these extracts,the connection which Frau Meyer had attempted to establish between the wickedness of Madame Fontaine and the disappearance of her husband's medicine chest.
At the same time,I must acknowledge that a vague impression of distrust _was_left on my mind by what I had read.I felt a certain sense of embarrassment at the prospect of renewing my relations with the widow,on my return to Frankfort;and I was also conscious of a decided increase of anxiety to hear what had been Mr.Keller's reception of Madame Fontaine's letter.Add to this,that my brotherly interest in Minna was sensibly strengthened--and the effect on me of the extracts in the newspaper is truly stated,so far as I can remember it at this distant time.
On the evening of the next day,I was back again at Frankfort.
(1)The terrible career of Anna Maria Zwanziger,sentenced to death at Bamberg in the year 1811,will be found related in Lady Duff-Gordon's translation of Feuerbach's "Criminal Trials."
CHAPTER XVI
Mr.Keller and Mr.Engelman were both waiting to receive me.They looked over my written report of my inquiries at Hanau,and expressed the warmest approval of it.So far,all was well.
But,when we afterwards sat down to our supper,I noticed a change in the two partners,which it was impossible to see without regret.On the surface they were as friendly towards each other as ever.But a certain constraint of look and manner,a palpable effort,on either side,to speak with the old unsought ease and gaiety,showed that the disastrous discovery of Madame Fontaine in the hall had left its evil results behind it.Mr.Keller retired,when the meal was over,to examine my report minutely in all its details.
When we were alone,Mr.Engelman lit his pipe.He spoke to me once more with the friendly familiarity of past days--before he met the too-fascinating widow on the bridge.
"My dear boy,tell me frankly,do you notice any change in Keller?""I see a change in both of you,"I answered:"you are not such pleasant companions as you used to be."Mr.Engelman blew out a mouthful of smoke,and followed it by a heavy sigh.
"Keller has become so bitter,"he said."His hasty temper I never complained of,as you know.But in these later days he is hard--hard as stone.Do you know what he did with dear Madame Fontaine's letter?Adownright insult,David--he sent it back to her!""Without explanation or apology?"I asked.
"With a line on the envelope.'I warned you that I should refuse to read your letter.You see that I am a man of my word.'What a message to send to a poor mother,who only asks leave to plead for her child's happiness!
You saw the letter.Enough to melt the heart of any man,as I should have thought.I spoke to Keller on the subject;I really couldn't help it.""Wasn't that rather indiscreet,Mr.Engelman?""I said nothing that could reasonably offend him.'Do you know of some discreditable action on the part of Madame Fontaine,which has not been found out by anyone else?'I asked.'I know the character she bears in Wurzburg,'he said;'and the other night I saw her face.That is all Iknow,friend Engelman,and that is enough for me.'With those sour words,he walked out of the room.What lamentable prejudice!What an unchristian way of thinking!The name of Madame Fontaine will never be mentioned between us again.When that much-injured lady honors me with another visit,I can only receive her where she will be protected from insult,in a house of my own.""Surely you are not going to separate yourself from Mr.Keller?"I said.
"Not for the present.I will wait till your aunt comes here,and brings that restless reforming spirit of hers into the business.Changes are sure to follow--and my change of residence may pass as one of them."He got up to leave the room,and stopped at the door.
