One midnight fortnight ago a sedan coasted up to the cemetery of rustic Fairmount, N. J. A woman and two men got out. The men were carrying something that looked like a small coffin. Close to the mound of a recent grave, the men dug a hole in which they placed their burden. The woman dropped a handful of earth on the new burial, wept as the men filled the hole. The three departed in the sedan.
A midnight lurker saw this cemetery scene, took the motor license, notified police. Police would not reveal...
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