We went towards the spot, and found that the burial service was being performed over the body of a young priest.

The body lay on its back on the open bier, clad in full canonicals and with the long tasselled cap of the secular clergy on his head.

We stood and gazed with the others, when suddenly I saw the dead man's head slightly move! A shiver, I confess, ran through me.

A moment's reflection, however, reminded me of the recognised deceitfulness of the eyes in such matters, and I did not doubt that I had been mistaken.

But the next minute I again saw the dead priest slightly shake his head, and this time I was sure that I was not mistaken.