He must have heard of 'anabiose,' as the famous Russian
calls it, by which consciousness can be totally removed and
respiration and digestion cease almost completely."
"But--the body--is gone!" some one interrupted. I turned. It was
Dana Phelps, now leaning forward in wide-eyed excitement.
"Yes," exclaimed Craig. "Time was passing rapidly. The insurance
had not been paid. He had expected to be revived and to disappear
with Anginette Phelps long before this. Should the confederates of
Phelps wait? They did not dare. To wait longer might be to
sacrifice him, if indeed they had not taken a long chance already.
Besides, you yourself had your suspicions and had written the
insurance company hinting at murder."
Dana nodded, involuntarily confessing.
"You were watching them, as well as the insurance investigator,
Mr. Andrews. It was an awful dilemma. What was to be done? He must
be resuscitated at any risk.
"Ah--an idea! Rifle the grave--that was the way to solve it. That
would still leave it possible to collect the insurance, too.
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