By Frederick Skerry (?-?).
First appearance: Collier's Weekly, November 15, 1930.
Short short short story (2 pages).
Online starting HERE and finishing HERE (scroll to page 73).
"Remember this strange story the next time you're tempted to convict someone on circumstantial evidence . . ."How can a man, dead and buried for years, provide an alibi for someone accused of murder?
. . . Father David shook his head sadly as he looked down on the stooped, pathetic figure, grown old before its time, noted the dust that lay thick on the black coat and whitened the wrinkled trousers to the knees. It was evident that the man had been where there was dust, and Father David knew well that long, dusty road that rose to his hilltop, with its spiritual crown of chapel and rectory and graveyard. . . .Resource:
- Another obscure writer; see FictionMags HERE.
The bottom line: And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
— Shakespeare (not that obscure), 'Macbeth'