The stride is gigantic! The attacker rode Masbath down, turned his horse, and came back....

Ichabod Crane: [Studies the horse tracks surrounding Jonathan Masbath's dead body, and takes giant footsteps] The stride is gigantic! The attacker rode Masbath down, turned his horse, and came back. Came back to claim the head. [Takes a small bottle out of his bag and starts sprinkling powder near the severed neck. The powder sizzles] Ichabod Crane: Yes. There's a chemical reaction. It shows there was a powerful, singular thrust to the neck. [Puts on strange goggles] Ichabod Crane: Now. [Using tongs, he lifts the skin of the neck and a beetle runs out. He shudders] Ichabod Crane: Interesting. Baltus Van Tassel: What is it? Ichabod Crane: The wound was cauterized in the very instant, as though the blade itself were red-hot. And yet, no blistering, no scorched flesh. Samuel Philipse: The Devil's fire.