trap was ingeniously contrived: a long rope fastened round a block of wood;
lengthwise, at the place where the sawn panel had dis-appeared, was a
spring-ring which Leiba held open with his left hand, while at the same time
his right hand held the other end taut. At the psychological moment he sprang
the ring, and rapidly seizing the free end of the rope with both hands he
pulled the whole arm inside by a supreme effort.

a second the operation was complete. It was accompanied by two cries, one of
despair, the other of triumph: the hand is “pinned to the spot.” Footsteps were
heard retreating rapidly: Gheorghe’s companions were abandoning to Leiba the
prey so cleverly caught.

Jew hurried into the inn, took the lamp and with a decided movement turned up
the wick as high as it would go: the light concealed by the metal receiver rose
gay and victorious, restoring definite outlines to the nebulous forms around.

went into the passage with the lamp. The burglar groaned ter-ribly; it was
obvious from the stiffening of his arm that he had given up the useless
struggle. The hand was swollen, the fingers were curved as though they would
seize something. The Jew placed the lamp near it—a shudder, the fever is
returning. He moved the light quite close, until, trembling, he touched the
burglar’s hand with the burning chimney; a violent convulsion of the fingers
was followed by a dull groan. Leiba was startled at the sight of this


trembled—his eyes betrayed a strange exaltation. He burst into a shout of
laughter which shook the empty corridor and resounded in the inn.

was breaking.

woke up suddenly—in her sleep she seemed to hear a terrible moaning. Leiba was
not in the room. All that had happened previously returned to her mind.
Something terrible had taken place. She jumped out of bed and lighted the
candle. Leiba’s bed had not been disturbed. He had not been to bed at all.

was he? The woman glanced out of the window; on the hill in front shone a
little group of small bright lights, they flared and jumped, now they died
away, now, once more, soared upwards. They told of the Resurrection. Sura undid
the window; then she could hear groans from down by the door. Terrified, she
hurried down the stairs. The corridor was lighted up. As she emerged through the
doorway, the woman was astonished by a horrible sight.

a wooden chair, his elbows on his knees, his beard in his hand sat Leiba. Like
a scientist, who, by mixing various elements, hopes to surprise one of nature’s
subtle secrets which has long escaped and worried him, Leiba kept his eyes
fixed upon some hanging object, black and shapeless, under which, upon another
chair of convenient height, there burnt a big torch. He watched, without
turning a hair, the process of decomposition of the hand which most certainly
would not have spared him. He did not hear the groans of the unhappy being
outside: he was more interested, at present, in watching than in listening.

gave a cry

followed with eagerness each contortion, every strange convulsion of the
fingers till one by one they became powerless. They were like the legs of a
beetle which contract and stretch, waving in agitated movement, vigorously,
then slower and slower until they lie paralyzed by the play of some cruel

was over. The roasted hand swelled slowly and remained motionless. Sura gave a


made a sign to her not to disturb him. A greasy smell of burnt flesh pervaded
the passage: a crackling and small explosions were heard.

What is it?” repeated the woman.

was broad day. Sura stretched forward and withdrew the bar. The door opened
outwards, dragging with it Gheorghe’s body, suspended by the right arm. A crowd
of villagers, all carrying lighted torches, invaded the premises.

is it? What is it?”

soon understood what had happened. Leiba, who up to now had remained
motionless, rose gravely to his feet. He made room for himself to pass, quietly
pushing the crowd to one side.

did it happen, Jew?” asked someone.

Zibal,” said the innkeeper in a loud voice, and with a lofty gesture, “goes to
Jassy to tell the Rabbi that Leiba Zibal is a Jew no onger. Leiba Zibal is a
Christian—for Leiba Zibal has lighted a torch for Christ.”

the man moved slowly up the hill, towards the sunrise, like the prudent traveller
who knows that the long journey is not achieved with hasty steps.

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