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diff --git a/old/12750.txt b/old/12750.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9e48cf7 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/12750.txt @@ -0,0 +1,7324 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Stolen Bacillus and Other Incidents +by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Stolen Bacillus and Other Incidents + +Author: H. G. (Herbert George) Wells + +Release Date: June 26, 2004 [EBook #12750] +[Last updated: April 7, 2012] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STOLEN BACILLUS *** + + + + +Produced by Elaine Walker, Josephine Paolucci and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + +THE STOLEN BACILLUS AND OTHER INCIDENTS + +BY H.G. WELLS + +AUTHOR OF "THE TIME MACHINE" + +METHUEN & CO. +36 ESSEX STREET, STRAND +LONDON +1895 +_Colonial Library_ + + + + +TO + +H.B. MARRIOTT WATSON + + +Most of the stories in this collection appeared originally in the +_Pall Mall Budget_, two were published in the _Pall Mall Gazette_, +and one in _St James's Gazette_. I desire to make the usual +acknowledgments. The third story in the book was, I find, reprinted +by the _Observatory_, and the "Lord of the Dynamos" by the Melbourne +_Leader_. + +H.G. WELLS. + + + + +CONTENTS + + +I. THE STOLEN BACILLUS + +II. THE FLOWERING OF THE STRANGE ORCHID + +III. IN THE AVU OBSERVATORY + +IV. THE TRIUMPHS OF A TAXIDERMIST + +V. A DEAL IN OSTRICHES + +VI. THROUGH A WINDOW + +VII. THE TEMPTATION OF HARRINGAY + +VIII. THE FLYING MAN + +IX. THE DIAMOND MAKER + +X. AEPYORNIS ISLAND + +XI. THE REMARKABLE CASE OF DAVIDSON'S EYES + +XII. THE LORD OF THE DYNAMOS + +XIII. THE HAMMERPOND PARK BURGLARY + +XIV. A MOTH--_GENUS NOVO_ + +XV. THE TREASURE IN THE FOREST + + + + +THE STOLEN BACILLUS + + +"This again," said the Bacteriologist, slipping a glass slide under +the microscope, "is a preparation of the celebrated Bacillus of +cholera--the cholera germ." + +The pale-faced man peered down the microscope. He was evidently not +accustomed to that kind of thing, and held a limp white hand over his +disengaged eye. "I see very little," he said. + +"Touch this screw," said the Bacteriologist; "perhaps the microscope +is out of focus for you. Eyes vary so much. Just the fraction of a +turn this way or that." + +"Ah! now I see," said the visitor. "Not so very much to see after all. +Little streaks and shreds of pink. And yet those little particles, +those mere atomies, might multiply and devastate a city! Wonderful!" + +He stood up, and releasing the glass slip from the microscope, held +it in his hand towards the window. "Scarcely visible," he said, +scrutinising the preparation. He hesitated. "Are these--alive? Are +they dangerous now?" + +"Those have been stained and killed," said the Bacteriologist. "I +wish, for my own part, we could kill and stain every one of them in +the universe." + +"I suppose," the pale man said with a slight smile, "that you scarcely +care to have such things about you in the living--in the active +state?" + +"On the contrary, we are obliged to," said the Bacteriologist. "Here, +for instance--" He walked across the room and took up one of several +sealed tubes. "Here is the living thing. This is a cultivation of the +actual living disease bacteria." He hesitated, "Bottled cholera, so to +speak." + +A slight gleam of satisfaction appeared momentarily in the face of the +pale man. + +"It's a deadly thing to have in your possession," he said, devouring +the little tube with his eyes. The Bacteriologist watched the morbid +pleasure in his visitor's expression. This man, who had visited +him that afternoon with a note of introduction from an old friend, +interested him from the very contrast of their dispositions. The lank +black hair and deep grey eyes, the haggard expression and nervous +manner, the fitful yet keen interest of his visitor were a novel +change from the phlegmatic deliberations of the ordinary scientific +worker with whom the Bacteriologist chiefly associated. It was perhaps +natural, with a hearer evidently so impressionable to the lethal +nature of his topic, to take the most effective aspect of the matter. + +He held the tube in his hand thoughtfully. "Yes, here is the +pestilence imprisoned. Only break such a little tube as this into a +supply of drinking-water, say to these minute particles of life that +one must needs stain and examine with the highest powers of the +microscope even to see, and that one can neither smell nor taste--say +to them, 'Go forth, increase and multiply, and replenish the +cisterns,' and death--mysterious, untraceable death, death swift and +terrible, death full of pain and indignity--would be released upon +this city, and go hither and thither seeking his victims. Here he +would take the husband from the wife, here the child from its mother, +here the statesman from his duty, and here the toiler from his +trouble. He would follow the water-mains, creeping along streets, +picking out and punishing a house here and a house there where they +did not boil their drinking-water, creeping into the wells of the +mineral-water makers, getting washed into salad, and lying dormant in +ices. He would wait ready to be drunk in the horse-troughs, and by +unwary children in the public fountains. He would soak into the soil, +to reappear in springs and wells at a thousand unexpected places. Once +start him at the water supply, and before we could ring him in, and +catch him again, he would have decimated the metropolis." + +He stopped abruptly. He had been told rhetoric was his weakness. + +"But he is quite safe here, you know--quite safe." + +The pale-faced man nodded. His eyes shone. He cleared his throat. +"These Anarchist--rascals," said he, "are fools, blind fools--to use +bombs when this kind of thing is attainable. I think--" + +A gentle rap, a mere light touch of the finger-nails was heard at the +door. The Bacteriologist opened it. "Just a minute, dear," whispered +his wife. + +When he re-entered the laboratory his visitor was looking at his +watch. "I had no idea I had wasted an hour of your time," he said. +"Twelve minutes to four. I ought to have left here by half-past three. +But your things were really too interesting. No, positively I cannot +stop a moment longer. I have an engagement at four." + +He passed out of the room reiterating his thanks, and the +Bacteriologist accompanied him to the door, and then returned +thoughtfully along the passage to his laboratory. He was musing on the +ethnology of his visitor. Certainly the man was not a Teutonic type +nor a common Latin one. "A morbid product, anyhow, I am afraid," said +the Bacteriologist to himself. "How he gloated on those cultivations +of disease-germs!" A disturbing thought struck him. He turned to the +bench by the vapour-bath, and then very quickly to his writing-table. +Then he felt hastily in his pockets, and then rushed to the door. "I +may have put it down on the hall table," he said. + +"Minnie!" he shouted hoarsely in the hall. + +"Yes, dear," came a remote voice. + +"Had I anything in my hand when I spoke to you, dear, just now?" + +Pause. + +"Nothing, dear, because I remember--" + +"Blue ruin!" cried the Bacteriologist, and incontinently ran to the +front door and down the steps of his house to the street. + +Minnie, hearing the door slam violently, ran in alarm to the +window. Down the street a slender man was getting into a cab. The +Bacteriologist, hatless, and in his carpet slippers, was running and +gesticulating wildly towards this group. One slipper came off, but +he did not wait for it. "He has gone _mad_!" said Minnie; "it's that +horrid science of his"; and, opening the window, would have called +after him. The slender man, suddenly glancing round, seemed struck +with the same idea of mental disorder. He pointed hastily to the +Bacteriologist, said something to the cabman, the apron of the cab +slammed, the whip swished, the horse's feet clattered, and in a moment +cab, and Bacteriologist hotly in pursuit, had receded up the vista of +the roadway and disappeared round the corner. + +Minnie remained straining out of the window for a minute. Then she +drew her head back into the room again. She was dumbfounded. "Of +course he is eccentric," she meditated. "But running about London--in +the height of the season, too--in his socks!" A happy thought struck +her. She hastily put her bonnet on, seized his shoes, went into the +hall, took down his hat and light overcoat from the pegs, emerged upon +the doorstep, and hailed a cab that opportunely crawled by. "Drive +me up the road and round Havelock Crescent, and see if we can find a +gentleman running about in a velveteen coat and no hat." + +"Velveteen coat, ma'am, and no 'at. Very good, ma'am." And the cabman +whipped up at once in the most matter-of-fact way, as if he drove to +this address every day in his life. + +Some few minutes later the little group of cabmen and loafers that +collects round the cabmen's shelter at Haverstock Hill were startled +by the passing of a cab with a ginger-coloured screw of a horse, +driven furiously. + +They were silent as it went by, and then as it receded--"That's 'Arry +'Icks. Wot's _he_ got?" said the stout gentleman known as Old Tootles. + +"He's a-using his whip, he is, _to_ rights," said the ostler boy. + +"Hullo!" said poor old Tommy Byles; "here's another bloomin' loonatic. +Blowed if there aint." + +"It's old George," said old Tootles, "and he's drivin' a loonatic, +_as_ you say. Aint he a-clawin' out of the keb? Wonder if he's after +'Arry 'Icks?" + +The group round the cabmen's shelter became animated. Chorus: "Go it, +George!" "It's a race." "You'll ketch 'em!" "Whip up!" + +"She's a goer, she is!" said the ostler boy. + +"Strike me giddy!" cried old Tootles. "Here! _I'm_ a-goin' to begin +in a minute. Here's another comin'. If all the kebs in Hampstead aint +gone mad this morning!" + +"It's a fieldmale this time," said the ostler boy. + +"She's a followin' _him_," said old Tootles. "Usually the other way +about." + +"What's she got in her 'and?" + +"Looks like a 'igh 'at." + +"What a bloomin' lark it is! Three to one on old George," said the +ostler boy. "Nexst!" + +Minnie went by in a perfect roar of applause. She did not like it but +she felt that she was doing her duty, and whirled on down Haverstock +Hill and Camden Town High Street with her eyes ever intent on the +animated back view of old George, who was driving her vagrant husband +so incomprehensibly away from her. + +The man in the foremost cab sat crouched in the corner, his arms +tightly folded, and the little tube that contained such vast +possibilities of destruction gripped in his hand. His mood was a +singular mixture of fear and exultation. Chiefly he was afraid of +being caught before he could accomplish his purpose, but behind this +was a vaguer but larger fear of the awfulness of his crime. But his +exultation far exceeded his fear. No Anarchist before him had ever +approached this conception of his. Ravachol, Vaillant, all those +distinguished persons whose fame he had envied dwindled into +insignificance beside him. He had only to make sure of the water +supply, and break the little tube into a reservoir. How brilliantly +he had planned it, forged the letter of introduction and got into the +laboratory, and how brilliantly he had seized his opportunity! The +world should hear of him at last. All those people who had sneered at +him, neglected him, preferred other people to him, found his company +undesirable, should consider him at last. Death, death, death! They +had always treated him as a man of no importance. All the world had +been in a conspiracy to keep him under. He would teach them yet what +it is to isolate a man. What was this familiar street? Great Saint +Andrew's Street, of course! How fared the chase? He craned out of the +cab. The Bacteriologist was scarcely fifty yards behind. That was bad. +He would be caught and stopped yet. He felt in his pocket for money, +and found half-a-sovereign. This he thrust up through the trap in the +top of the cab into the man's face. "More," he shouted, "if only we +get away." + +The money was snatched out of his hand. "Right you are," said the +cabman, and the trap slammed, and the lash lay along the glistening +side of the horse. The cab swayed, and the Anarchist, half-standing +under the trap, put the hand containing the little glass tube upon the +apron to preserve his balance. He felt the brittle thing crack, and +the broken half of it rang upon the floor of the cab. He fell back +into the seat with a curse, and stared dismally at the two or three +drops of moisture on the apron. + +He shuddered. + +"Well! I suppose I shall be the first. _Phew_! Anyhow, I shall be a +Martyr. That's something. But it is a filthy death, nevertheless. I +wonder if it hurts as much as they say." + +Presently a thought occurred to him--he groped between his feet. A +little drop was still in the broken end of the tube, and he drank that +to make sure. It was better to make sure. At any rate, he would not +fail. + +Then it dawned upon him that there was no further need to escape the +Bacteriologist. In Wellington Street he told the cabman to stop, and +got out. He slipped on the step, and his head felt queer. It was rapid +stuff this cholera poison. He waved his cabman out of existence, so to +speak, and stood on the pavement with his arms folded upon his breast +awaiting the arrival of the Bacteriologist. There was something tragic +in his pose. The sense of imminent death gave him a certain dignity. +He greeted his pursuer with a defiant laugh. + +"Vive l'Anarchie! You are too late, my friend. I have drunk it. The +cholera is abroad!" + +The Bacteriologist from his cab beamed curiously at him through his +spectacles. "You have drunk it! An Anarchist! I see now." He was about +to say something more, and then checked himself. A smile hung in the +corner of his mouth. He opened the apron of his cab as if to descend, +at which the Anarchist waved him a dramatic farewell and strode off +towards Waterloo Bridge, carefully jostling his infected body against +as many people as possible. The Bacteriologist was so preoccupied with +the vision of him that he scarcely manifested the slightest surprise +at the appearance of Minnie upon the pavement with his hat and shoes +and overcoat. "Very good of you to bring my things," he said, +and remained lost in contemplation of the receding figure of the +Anarchist. + +"You had better get in," he said, still staring. Minnie felt +absolutely convinced now that he was mad, and directed the cabman home +on her own responsibility. "Put on my shoes? Certainly dear," said +he, as the cab began to turn, and hid the strutting black figure, +now small in the distance, from his eyes. Then suddenly something +grotesque struck him, and he laughed. Then he remarked, "It is really +very serious, though." + +"You see, that man came to my house to see me, and he is an Anarchist. +No--don't faint, or I cannot possibly tell you the rest. And I wanted +to astonish him, not knowing he was an Anarchist, and took up a +cultivation of that new species of Bacterium I was telling you of, +that infest, and I think cause, the blue patches upon various monkeys; +and like a fool, I said it was Asiatic cholera. And he ran away with +it to poison the water of London, and he certainly might have made +things look blue for this civilised city. And now he has swallowed it. +Of course, I cannot say what will happen, but you know it turned +that kitten blue, and the three puppies--in patches, and the +sparrow--bright blue. But the bother is, I shall have all the trouble +and expense of preparing some more. + +"Put on my coat on this hot day! Why? Because we might meet Mrs +Jabber. My dear, Mrs Jabber is not a draught. But why should I wear a +coat on a hot day because of Mrs--. Oh! _very_ well." + + + + +THE FLOWERING OF THE STRANGE ORCHID + + +The buying of orchids always has in it a certain speculative flavour. +You have before you the brown shrivelled lump of tissue, and for +the rest you must trust your judgment, or the auctioneer, or your +good-luck, as your taste may incline. The plant may be moribund or +dead, or it may be just a respectable purchase, fair value for your +money, or perhaps--for the thing has happened again and again--there +slowly unfolds before the delighted eyes of the happy purchaser, day +after day, some new variety, some novel richness, a strange twist +of the labellum, or some subtler colouration or unexpected mimicry. +Pride, beauty, and profit blossom together on one delicate green +spike, and, it may be, even immortality. For the new miracle of Nature +may stand in need of a new specific name, and what so convenient as +that of its discoverer? "Johnsmithia"! There have been worse names. + +It was perhaps the hope of some such happy discovery that made +Winter-Wedderburn such a frequent attendant at these sales--that hope, +and also, maybe, the fact that he had nothing else of the slightest +interest to do in the world. He was a shy, lonely, rather ineffectual +man, provided with just enough income to keep off the spur of +necessity, and not enough nervous energy to make him seek any exacting +employments. He might have collected stamps or coins, or translated +Horace, or bound books, or invented new species of diatoms. But, as it +happened, he grew orchids, and had one ambitious little hothouse. + +"I have a fancy," he said over his coffee, "that something is going to +happen to me to-day." He spoke--as he moved and thought--slowly. + +"Oh, don't say _that_!" said his housekeeper--who was also his remote +cousin. For "something happening" was a euphemism that meant only one +thing to her. + +"You misunderstand me. I mean nothing unpleasant ... though what I do +mean I scarcely know. + +"To-day," he continued, after a pause, "Peters' are going to sell a +batch of plants from the Andamans and the Indies. I shall go up and +see what they have. It may be I shall buy something good, unawares. +That may be it." + +He passed his cup for his second cupful of coffee. + +"Are these the things collected by that poor young fellow you told me +of the other day?" asked his cousin as she filled his cup. + +"Yes," he said, and became meditative over a piece of toast. + +"Nothing ever does happen to me," he remarked presently, beginning +to think aloud. "I wonder why? Things enough happen to other people. +There is Harvey. Only the other week; on Monday he picked up sixpence, +on Wednesday his chicks all had the staggers, on Friday his cousin +came home from Australia, and on Saturday he broke his ankle. What a +whirl of excitement!--compared to me." + +"I think I would rather be without so much excitement," said his +housekeeper. "It can't be good for you." + +"I suppose it's troublesome. Still ... you see, nothing ever happens +to me. When I was a little boy I never had accidents. I never fell in +love as I grew up. Never married.... I wonder how it feels to have +something happen to you, something really remarkable. + +"That orchid-collector was only thirty-six--twenty years younger than +myself--when he died. And he had been married twice and divorced once; +he had had malarial fever four times, and once he broke his thigh. He +killed a Malay once, and once he was wounded by a poisoned dart. And in +the end he was killed by jungle-leeches. It must have all been +very troublesome, but then it must have been very interesting, you +know--except, perhaps, the leeches." + +"I am sure it was not good for him," said the lady, with conviction. + +"Perhaps not." And then Wedderburn looked at his watch. "Twenty-three +minutes past eight. I am going up by the quarter to twelve train, +so that there is plenty of time. I think I shall wear my alpaca +jacket--it is quite warm enough--and my grey felt hat and brown shoes. +I suppose--" + +He glanced out of the window at the serene sky and sunlit garden, and +then nervously at his cousin's face. + +"I think you had better take an umbrella if you are going to London," +she said in a voice that admitted of no denial. "There's all between +here and the station coming back." + +When he returned he was in a state of mild excitement. He had made a +purchase. It was rare that he could make up his mind quickly enough to +buy, but this time he had done so. + +"There are Vandas," he said, "and a Dendrobe and some Palaeonophis." +He surveyed his purchases lovingly as he consumed his soup. They were +laid out on the spotless tablecloth before him, and he was telling his +cousin all about them as he slowly meandered through his dinner. It +was his custom to live all his visits to London over again in the +evening for her and his own entertainment. + +"I knew something would happen to-day. And I have bought all these. +Some of them--some of them--I feel sure, do you know, that some of +them will be remarkable. I don't know how it is, but I feel just +as sure as if someone had told me that some of these will turn out +remarkable. + +"That one"--he pointed to a shrivelled rhizome--"was not identified. +It may be a Palaeonophis--or it may not. It may be a new species, +or even a new genus. And it was the last that poor Batten ever +collected." + +"I don't like the look of it," said his housekeeper. "It's such an +ugly shape." + +"To me it scarcely seems to have a shape." + +"I don't like those things that stick out," said his housekeeper. + +"It shall be put away in a pot to-morrow." + +"It looks," said the housekeeper, "like a spider shamming dead." + +Wedderburn smiled and surveyed the root with his head on one side. "It +is certainly not a pretty lump of stuff. But you can never judge of +these things from their dry appearance. It may turn out to be a very +beautiful orchid indeed. How busy I shall be to-morrow! I must see +to-night just exactly what to do with these things, and to-morrow I +shall set to work." + +"They found poor Batten lying dead, or dying, in a mangrove swamp--I +forget which," he began again presently, "with one of these very +orchids crushed up under his body. He had been unwell for some days +with some kind of native fever, and I suppose he fainted. These +mangrove swamps are very unwholesome. Every drop of blood, they say, +was taken out of him by the jungle-leeches. It may be that very plant +that cost him his life to obtain." + +"I think none the better of it for that." + +"Men must work though women may weep," said Wedderburn with profound +gravity. + +"Fancy dying away from every comfort in a nasty swamp! Fancy being ill +of fever with nothing to take but chlorodyne and quinine--if men were +left to themselves they would live on chlorodyne and quinine--and no +one round you but horrible natives! They say the Andaman islanders are +most disgusting wretches--and, anyhow, they can scarcely make good +nurses, not having the necessary training. And just for people in +England to have orchids!" + +"I don't suppose it was comfortable, but some men seem to enjoy that +kind of thing," said Wedderburn. "Anyhow, the natives of his party +were sufficiently civilised to take care of all his collection until +his colleague, who was an ornithologist, came back again from the +interior; though they could not tell the species of the orchid and had +let it wither. And it makes these things more interesting." + +"It makes them disgusting. I should be afraid of some of the malaria +clinging to them. And just think, there has been a dead body lying +across that ugly thing! I never thought of that before. There! I +declare I cannot eat another mouthful of dinner." + +"I will take them off the table if you like, and put them in the +window-seat. I can see them just as well there." + +The next few days he was indeed singularly busy in his steamy little +hothouse, fussing about with charcoal, lumps of teak, moss, and all +the other mysteries of the orchid cultivator. He considered he was +having a wonderfully eventful time. In the evening he would talk about +these new orchids to his friends, and over and over again he reverted +to his expectation of something strange. + +Several of the Vandas and the Dendrobium died under his care, but +presently the strange orchid began to show signs of life. He was +delighted and took his housekeeper right away from jam-making to see +it at once, directly he made the discovery. + +"That is a bud," he said, "and presently there will be a lot of leaves +there, and those little things coming out here are aerial rootlets." + +"They look to me like little white fingers poking out of the brown," +said his housekeeper. "I don't like them." + +"Why not?" + +"I don't know. They look like fingers trying to get at you. I can't +help my likes and dislikes." + +"I don't know for certain, but I don't _think_ there are any orchids I +know that have aerial rootlets quite like that. It may be my fancy, of +course. You see they are a little flattened at the ends." + +"I don't like 'em," said his housekeeper, suddenly shivering and +turning away. "I know it's very silly of me--and I'm very sorry, +particularly as you like the thing so much. But I can't help thinking +of that corpse." + +"But it may not be that particular plant. That was merely a guess of +mine." + +His housekeeper shrugged her shoulders. "Anyhow I don't like it," she +said. + +Wedderburn felt a little hurt at her dislike to the plant. But that +did not prevent his talking to her about orchids generally, and this +orchid in particular, whenever he felt inclined. + +"There are such queer things about orchids," he said one day; +"such possibilities of surprises. You know, Darwin studied their +fertilisation, and showed that the whole structure of an ordinary +orchid-flower was contrived in order that moths might carry the pollen +from plant to plant. Well, it seems that there are lots of orchids +known the flower of which cannot possibly be used for fertilisation in +that way. Some of the Cypripediums, for instance; there are no insects +known that can possibly fertilise them, and some of them have never be +found with seed." + +"But how do they form new plants?" + +"By runners and tubers, and that kind of outgrowth. That is easily +explained. The puzzle is, what are the flowers for? + +"Very likely," he added, "_my_ orchid may be something extraordinary +in that way. If so I shall study it. I have often thought of making +researches as Darwin did. But hitherto I have not found the time, or +something else has happened to prevent it. The leaves are beginning to +unfold now. I do wish you would come and see them!" + +But she said that the orchid-house was so hot it gave her the +headache. She had seen the plant once again, and the aerial rootlets, +which were now some of them more than a foot long, had unfortunately +reminded her of tentacles reaching out after something; and they got +into her dreams, growing after her with incredible rapidity. So that +she had settled to her entire satisfaction that she would not see that +plant again, and Wedderburn had to admire its leaves alone. They were +of the ordinary broad form, and a deep glossy green, with splashes and +dots of deep red towards the base. He knew of no other leaves quite +like them. The plant was placed on a low bench near the thermometer, +and close by was a simple arrangement by which a tap dripped on the +hot-water pipes and kept the air steamy. And he spent his afternoons +now with some regularity meditating on the approaching flowering of +this strange plant. + +And at last the great thing happened. Directly he entered the little +glass house he knew that the spike had burst out, although his great +_Palaeonophis Lowii_ hid the corner where his new darling stood. +There was a new odour in the air, a rich, intensely sweet scent, that +overpowered every other in that crowded, steaming little greenhouse. + +Directly he noticed this he hurried down to the strange orchid. And, +behold! the trailing green spikes bore now three great splashes of +blossom, from which this overpowering sweetness proceeded. He stopped +before them in an ecstasy of admiration. + +The flowers were white, with streaks of golden orange upon the petals; +the heavy labellum was coiled into an intricate projection, and a +wonderful bluish purple mingled there with the gold. He could see at +once that the genus was altogether a new one. And the insufferable +scent! How hot the place was! The blossoms swam before his eyes. + +He would see if the temperature was right. He made a step towards the +thermometer. Suddenly everything appeared unsteady. The bricks on the +floor were dancing up and down. Then the white blossoms, the green +leaves behind them, the whole greenhouse, seemed to sweep sideways, +and then in a curve upward. + + * * * * * + +At half-past four his cousin made the tea, according to their +invariable custom. But Wedderburn did not come in for his tea. + +"He is worshipping that horrid orchid," she told herself, and waited +ten minutes. "His watch must have stopped. I will go and call him." + +She went straight to the hothouse, and, opening the door, called his +name. There was no reply. She noticed that the air was very close, and +loaded with an intense perfume. Then she saw something lying on the +bricks between the hot-water pipes. + +For a minute, perhaps, she stood motionless. + +He was lying, face upward, at the foot of the strange orchid. The +tentacle-like aerial rootlets no longer swayed freely in the air, but +were crowded together, a tangle of grey ropes, and stretched tight +with their ends closely applied to his chin and neck and hands. + +She did not understand. Then she saw from under one of the exultant +tentacles upon his cheek there trickled a little thread of blood. + +With an inarticulate cry she ran towards him, and tried to pull him +away from the leech-like suckers. She snapped two of these tentacles, +and their sap dripped red. + +Then the overpowering scent of the blossom began to make her head +reel. How they clung to him! She tore at the tough ropes, and he and +the white inflorescence swam about her. She felt she was fainting, +knew she must not. She left him and hastily opened the nearest door, +and, after she had panted for a moment in the fresh air, she had a +brilliant inspiration. She caught up a flower-pot and smashed in the +windows at the end of the green-house. Then she re-entered. She tugged +now with renewed strength at Wedderburn's motionless body, and brought +the strange orchid crashing to the floor. It still clung with the +grimmest tenacity to its victim. In a frenzy, she lugged it and him +into the open air. + +Then she thought of tearing through the sucker rootlets one by one, +and in another minute she had released him and was dragging him away +from the horror. + +He was white and bleeding from a dozen circular patches. + +The odd-job man was coming up the garden, amazed at the smashing of +glass, and saw her emerge, hauling the inanimate body with red-stained +hands. For a moment he thought impossible things. + +"Bring some water!" she cried, and her voice dispelled his fancies. +When, with unnatural alacrity, he returned with the water, he found +her weeping with excitement, and with Wedderburn's head upon her knee, +wiping the blood from his face. + +"What's the matter?" said Wedderburn, opening his eyes feebly, and +closing them again at once. + +"Go and tell Annie to come out here to me, and then go for Doctor +Haddon at once," she said to the odd-job man so soon as he brought the +water; and added, seeing he hesitated, "I will tell you all about it +when you come back." + +Presently Wedderburn opened his eyes again, and, seeing that he was +troubled by the puzzle of his position, she explained to him, "You +fainted in the hothouse." + +"And the orchid?" + +"I will see to that," she said. + +Wedderburn had lost a good deal of blood, but beyond that he had +suffered no very great injury. They gave him brandy mixed with some +pink extract of meat, and carried him upstairs to bed. His housekeeper +told her incredible story in fragments to Dr Haddon. "Come to the +orchid-house and see," she said. + +The cold outer air was blowing in through the open door, and the +sickly perfume was almost dispelled. Most of the torn aerial rootlets +lay already withered amidst a number of dark stains upon the bricks. +The stem of the inflorescence was broken by the fall of the plant, and +the flowers were growing limp and brown at the edges of the petals. +The doctor stooped towards it, then saw that one of the aerial +rootlets still stirred feebly, and hesitated. + +The next morning the strange orchid still lay there, black now and +putrescent. The door banged intermittently in the morning breeze, and +all the array of Wedderburn's orchids was shrivelled and prostrate. +But Wedderburn himself was bright and garrulous upstairs in the glory +of his strange adventure. + + + + +IN THE AVU OBSERVATORY + + +The observatory at Avu, in Borneo, stands on the spur of the mountain. +To the north rises the old crater, black at night against the +unfathomable blue of the sky. From the little circular building, with +its mushroom dome, the slopes plunge steeply downward into the black +mysteries of the tropical forest beneath. The little house in which +the observer and his assistant live is about fifty yards from the +observatory, and beyond this are the huts of their native attendants. + +Thaddy, the chief observer, was down with a slight fever. His +assistant, Woodhouse, paused for a moment in silent contemplation of +the tropical night before commencing his solitary vigil. The night +was very still. Now and then voices and laughter came from the native +huts, or the cry of some strange animal was heard from the midst of +the mystery of the forest. Nocturnal insects appeared in ghostly +fashion out of the darkness, and fluttered round his light. He +thought, perhaps, of all the possibilities of discovery that still +lay in the black tangle beneath him; for to the naturalist the virgin +forests of Borneo are still a wonderland full of strange questions and +half-suspected discoveries. Woodhouse carried a small lantern in his +hand, and its yellow glow contrasted vividly with the infinite series +of tints between lavender-blue and black in which the landscape was +painted. His hands and face were smeared with ointment against the +attacks of the mosquitoes. + +Even in these days of celestial photography, work done in a purely +temporary erection, and with only the most primitive appliances in +addition to the telescope, still involves a very large amount of +cramped and motionless watching. He sighed as he thought of the +physical fatigues before him, stretched himself, and entered the +observatory. + +The reader is probably familiar with the structure of an ordinary +astronomical observatory. The building is usually cylindrical in +shape, with a very light hemispherical roof capable of being turned +round from the interior. The telescope is supported upon a stone +pillar in the centre, and a clockwork arrangement compensates for the +earth's rotation, and allows a star once found to be continuously +observed. Besides this, there is a compact tracery of wheels and +screws about its point of support, by which the astronomer adjusts it. +There is, of course, a slit in the movable roof which follows the eye +of the telescope in its survey of the heavens. The observer sits or +lies on a sloping wooden arrangement, which he can wheel to any part +of the observatory as the position of the telescope may require. +Within it is advisable to have things as dark as possible, in order to +enhance the brilliance of the stars observed. + +The lantern flared as Woodhouse entered his circular den, and the +general darkness fled into black shadows behind the big machine, from +which it presently seemed to creep back over the whole place again as +the light waned. The slit was a profound transparent blue, in which +six stars shone with tropical brilliance, and their light lay, a +pallid gleam, along the black tube of the instrument. Woodhouse +shifted the roof, and then proceeding to the telescope, turned first +one wheel and then another, the great cylinder slowly swinging into a +new position. Then he glanced through the finder, the little +companion telescope, moved the roof a little more, made some further +adjustments, and set the clockwork in motion. He took off his jacket, +for the night was very hot, and pushed into position the uncomfortable +seat to which he was condemned for the next four hours. Then with a +sigh he resigned himself to his watch upon the mysteries of space. + +There was no sound now in the observatory, and the lantern waned +steadily. Outside there was the occasional cry of some animal in alarm +or pain, or calling to its mate, and the intermittent sounds of the +Malay and Dyak servants. Presently one of the men began a queer +chanting song, in which the others joined at intervals. After this it +would seem that they turned in for the night, for no further sound +came from their direction, and the whispering stillness became more +and more profound. + +The clockwork ticked steadily. The shrill hum of a mosquito explored +the place and grew shriller in indignation at Woodhouse's ointment. +Then the lantern went out and all the observatory was black. + +Woodhouse shifted his position presently, when the slow movement of +the telescope had carried it beyond the limits of his comfort. + +He was watching a little group of stars in the Milky Way, in one of +which his chief had seen or fancied a remarkable colour variability. +It was not a part of the regular work for which the establishment +existed, and for that reason perhaps Woodhouse was deeply interested. +He must have forgotten things terrestrial. All his attention was +concentrated upon the great blue circle of the telescope field--a +circle powdered, so it seemed, with an innumerable multitude of stars, +and all luminous against the blackness of its setting. As he watched +he seemed to himself to become incorporeal, as if he too were floating +in the ether of space. Infinitely remote was the faint red spot he was +observing. + +Suddenly the stars were blotted out. A flash of blackness passed, and +they were visible again. + +"Queer," said Woodhouse. "Must have been a bird." + +The thing happened again, and immediately after the great tube +shivered as though it had been struck. Then the dome of the +observatory resounded with a series of thundering blows. The stars +seemed to sweep aside as the telescope--which had been undamped--swung +round and away from the slit in the roof. + +"Great Scott!" cried Woodhouse. "What's this?" + +Some huge vague black shape, with a flapping something like a wing, +seemed to be struggling in the aperture of the roof. In another moment +the slit was clear again, and the luminous haze of the Milky Way shone +warm and bright. + +The interior of the roof was perfectly black, and only a scraping +sound marked the whereabouts of the unknown creature. + +Woodhouse had scrambled from the seat to his feet. He was trembling +violently and in a perspiration with the suddenness of the occurrence. +Was the thing, whatever it was, inside or out? It was big, whatever +else it might be. Something shot across the skylight, and the +telescope swayed. He started violently and put his arm up. It was +in the observatory, then, with him. It was clinging to the roof, +apparently. What the devil was it? Could it see him? + +He stood for perhaps a minute in a state of stupefaction. The beast, +whatever it was, clawed at the interior of the dome, and then +something flapped almost into his face, and he saw the momentary +gleam of starlight on a skin like oiled leather. His water-bottle was +knocked off his little table with a smash. + +The sense of some strange bird-creature hovering a few yards from his +face in the darkness was indescribably unpleasant to Woodhouse. As his +thought returned he concluded that it must be some night-bird or large +bat. At any risk he would see what it was, and pulling a match from +his pocket, he tried to strike it on the telescope seat. There was a +smoking streak of phosphorescent light, the match flared for a moment, +and he saw a vast wing sweeping towards him, a gleam of grey-brown +fur, and then he was struck in the face and the match knocked out of +his hand. The blow was aimed at his temple, and a claw tore sideways +down to his cheek. He reeled and fell, and he heard the extinguished +lantern smash. Another blow followed as he fell. He was partly +stunned, he felt his own warm blood stream out upon his face. +Instinctively he felt his eyes had been struck at, and, turning over +on his face to protect them, tried to crawl under the protection of +the telescope. He was struck again upon the back, and he heard his +jacket rip, and then the thing hit the roof of the observatory. He +edged as far as he could between the wooden seat and the eyepiece of +the instrument, and turned his body round so that it was chiefly his +feet that were exposed. With these he could at least kick. He was +still in a mystified state. The strange beast banged about in the +darkness, and presently clung to the telescope, making it sway and the +gear rattle. Once it flapped near him, and he kicked out madly and +felt a soft body with his feet. He was horribly scared now. It must be +a big thing to swing the telescope like that. He saw for a moment the +outline of a head black against the starlight, with sharply-pointed +upstanding ears and a crest between them. It seemed to him to be as +big as a mastiff's. Then he began to bawl out as loudly as he could for +help. + +At that the thing came down upon him again. As it did so his hand +touched something beside him on the floor. He kicked out, and the +next moment his ankle was gripped and held by a row of keen teeth. He +yelled again, and tried to free his leg by kicking with the other. +Then he realised he had the broken water-bottle at his hand, and, +snatching it, he struggled into a sitting posture, and feeling in the +darkness towards his foot, gripped a velvety ear, like the ear of a +big cat. He had seized the water-bottle by its neck and brought it +down with a shivering crash upon the head of the strange beast. He +repeated the blow, and then stabbed and jobbed with the jagged end of +it, in the darkness, where he judged the face might be. + +The small teeth relaxed their hold, and at once Woodhouse pulled his +leg free and kicked hard. He felt the sickening feel of fur and bone +giving under his boot. There was a tearing bite at his arm, and he +struck over it at the face, as he judged, and hit damp fur. + +There was a pause; then he heard the sound of claws and the dragging +of a heavy body away from him over the observatory floor. Then there +was silence, broken only by his own sobbing breathing, and a sound +like licking. Everything was black except the parallelogram of the +blue skylight with the luminous dust of stars, against which the end +of the telescope now appeared in silhouette. He waited, as it seemed, +an interminable time. Was the thing coming on again? He felt in his +trouser-pocket for some matches, and found one remaining. He tried +to strike this, but the floor was wet, and it spat and went out. He +cursed. He could not see where the door was situated. In his struggle +he had quite lost his bearings. The strange beast, disturbed by the +splutter of the match, began to move again. "Time!" called Woodhouse, +with a sudden gleam of mirth, but the thing was not coming at him +again. He must have hurt it, he thought, with the broken bottle. He +felt a dull pain in his ankle. Probably he was bleeding there. He +wondered if it would support him if he tried to stand up. The night +outside was very still. There was no sound of any one moving. The +sleepy fools had not heard those wings battering upon the dome, nor +his shouts. It was no good wasting strength in shouting. The monster +flapped its wings and startled him into a defensive attitude. He hit +his elbow against the seat, and it fell over with a crash. He cursed +this, and then he cursed the darkness. + +Suddenly the oblong patch of starlight seemed to sway to and fro. Was +he going to faint? It would never do to faint. He clenched his fists +and set his teeth to hold himself together. Where had the door got +to? It occurred to him he could get his bearings by the stars visible +through the skylight. The patch of stars he saw was in Sagittarius and +south-eastward; the door was north--or was it north by west? He tried +to think. If he could get the door open he might retreat. It might be +the thing was wounded. The suspense was beastly. "Look here!" he said, +"if you don't come on, I shall come at you." + +Then the thing began clambering up the side of the observatory, and +he saw its black outline gradually blot out the skylight. Was it in +retreat? He forgot about the door, and watched as the dome shifted and +creaked. Somehow he did not feel very frightened or excited now. He +felt a curious sinking sensation inside him. The sharply-defined patch +of light, with the black form moving across it, seemed to be growing +smaller and smaller. That was curious. He began to feel very thirsty, +and yet he did not feel inclined to get anything to drink. He seemed +to be sliding down a long funnel. + +He felt a burning sensation in his throat, and then he perceived it +was broad daylight, and that one of the Dyak servants was looking at +him with a curious expression. Then there was the top of Thaddy's face +upside down. Funny fellow, Thaddy, to go about like that! Then he +grasped the situation better, and perceived that his head was on +Thaddy's knee, and Thaddy was giving him brandy. And then he saw the +eyepiece of the telescope with a lot of red smears on it. He began to +remember. + +"You've made this observatory in a pretty mess," said Thaddy. + +The Dyak boy was beating up an egg in brandy. Woodhouse took this and +sat up. He felt a sharp twinge of pain. His ankle was tied up, so were +his arm and the side of his face. The smashed glass, red-stained, +lay about the floor, the telescope seat was overturned, and by the +opposite wall was a dark pool. The door was open, and he saw the grey +summit of the mountain against a brilliant background of blue sky. + +"Pah!" said Woodhouse. "Who's been killing calves here? Take me out of +it." + +Then he remembered the Thing, and the fight he had had with it. + +"What _was_ it?" he said to Thaddy--"The Thing I fought with?" + +"_You_ know that best," said Thaddy. "But, anyhow, don't worry +yourself now about it. Have some more to drink." + +Thaddy, however, was curious enough, and it was a hard struggle +between duty and inclination to keep Woodhouse quiet until he was +decently put away in bed, and had slept upon the copious dose of +meat-extract Thaddy considered advisable. They then talked it over +together. + +"It was," said Woodhouse, "more like a big bat than anything else in +the world. It had sharp, short ears, and soft fur, and its wings were +leathery. Its teeth were little, but devilish sharp, and its jaw could +not have been very strong or else it would have bitten through my +ankle." + +"It has pretty nearly," said Thaddy. + +"It seemed to me to hit out with its claws pretty freely. That +is about as much as I know about the beast. Our conversation was +intimate, so to speak, and yet not confidential." + +"The Dyak chaps talk about a Big Colugo, a Klang-utang--whatever +that may be. It does not often attack man, but I suppose you made it +nervous. They say there is a Big Colugo and a Little Colugo, and a +something else that sounds like gobble. They all fly about at night. +For my own part I know there are flying foxes and flying lemurs about +here, but they are none of them very big beasts." + +"There are more things in heaven and earth," said Woodhouse--and +Thaddy groaned at the quotation--"and more particularly in the forests +of Borneo, than are dreamt of in our philosophies. On the whole, if +the Borneo fauna is going to disgorge any more of its novelties upon +me, I should prefer that it did so when I was not occupied in the +observatory at night and alone." + + + + +THE TRIUMPHS OF A TAXIDERMIST + + +Here are some of the secrets of taxidermy. They were told me by the +taxidermist in a mood of elation. He told me them in the time between +the first glass of whisky and the fourth, when a man is no longer +cautious and yet not drunk. We sat in his den together; his library it +was, his sitting and his eating-room--separated by a bead curtain, so +far as the sense of sight went, from the noisome den where he plied +his trade. + +He sat on a deck chair, and when he was not tapping refractory bits of +coal with them, he kept his feet--on which he wore, after the manner +of sandals, the holy relics of a pair of carpet slippers--out of the +way upon the mantel-piece, among the glass eyes. And his trousers, +by-the-by--though they have nothing to do with his triumphs--were a +most horrible yellow plaid, such as they made when our fathers wore +side-whiskers and there were crinolines in the land. Further, his hair +was black, his face rosy, and his eye a fiery brown; and his coat was +chiefly of grease upon a basis of velveteen. And his pipe had a bowl +of china showing the Graces, and his spectacles were always askew, the +left eye glaring nakedly at you, small and penetrating; the right, +seen through a glass darkly, magnified and mild. Thus his discourse +ran: "There never was a man who could stuff like me, Bellows, never. I +have stuffed elephants and I have stuffed moths, and the things have +looked all the livelier and better for it. And I have stuffed human +beings--chiefly amateur ornithologists. But I stuffed a nigger once. + +"No, there is no law against it. I made him with all his fingers out +and used him as a hat-rack, but that fool Homersby got up a quarrel +with him late one night and spoilt him. That was before your time. It +is hard to get skins, or I would have another. + +"Unpleasant? I don't see it. Seems to me taxidermy is a promising +third course to burial or cremation. You could keep all your dear ones +by you. Bric-a-brac of that sort stuck about the house would be as +good as most company, and much less expensive. You might have them +fitted up with clockwork to do things. + +"Of course they would have to be varnished, but they need not shine +more than lots of people do naturally. Old Manningtree's bald head.... +Anyhow, you could talk to them without interruption. Even aunts. There +is a great future before taxidermy, depend upon it. There is fossils +again...." + +He suddenly became silent. + +"No, I don't think I ought to tell you that." He sucked at his pipe +thoughtfully. "Thanks, yes. Not too much water. + +"Of course, what I tell you now will go no further. You know I have +made some dodos and a great auk? No! Evidently you are an amateur at +taxidermy. My dear fellow, half the great auks in the world are about +as genuine as the handkerchief of Saint Veronica, as the Holy Coat of +Treves. We make 'em of grebes' feathers and the like. And the great +auk's eggs too!" + +"Good heavens!" + +"Yes, we make them out of fine porcelain. I tell you it is worth +while. They fetch--one fetched L300 only the other day. That one was +really genuine, I believe, but of course one is never certain. It is +very fine work, and afterwards you have to get them dusty, for no one +who owns one of these precious eggs has ever the temerity to clean the +thing. That's the beauty of the business. Even if they suspect an egg +they do not like to examine it too closely. It's such brittle capital +at the best. + +"You did not know that taxidermy rose to heights like that. My boy, it +has risen higher. I have rivalled the hands of Nature herself. One of +the _genuine_ great auks"--his voice fell to a whisper--one of the +_genuine_ great auks _was made by me_." + +"No. You must study ornithology, and find out which it is yourself. +And what is more, I have been approached by a syndicate of dealers +to stock one of the unexplored skerries to the north of Iceland with +specimens. I may--some day. But I have another little thing in hand +just now. Ever heard of the dinornis? + +"It is one of those big birds recently extinct in New Zealand. 'Moa' +is its common name, so called because extinct: there is no moa now. +See? Well, they have got bones of it, and from some of the marshes +even feathers and dried bits of skin. Now, I am going to--well, there +is no need to make any bones about it--going to _forge_ a complete +stuffed moa. I know a chap out there who will pretend to make the find +in a kind of antiseptic swamp, and say he stuffed it at once, as it +threatened to fall to pieces. The feathers are peculiar, but I have +got a simply lovely way of dodging up singed bits of ostrich plume. +Yes, that is the new smell you noticed. They can only discover the +fraud with a microscope, and they will hardly care to pull a nice +specimen to bits for that. + +"In this way, you see, I give my little push in the advancement of +science. + +"But all this is merely imitating Nature. I have done more than that +in my time. I have--beaten her." + +He took his feet down from the mantel-board, and leant over +confidentially towards me. "I have _created_ birds," he said in a low +voice. "_New_ birds. Improvements. Like no birds that was ever seen +before." + +He resumed his attitude during an impressive silence. + +"Enrich the universe; _rath_-er. Some of the birds I made were new +kinds of humming birds, and very beautiful little things, but some of +them were simply rum. The rummest, I think, was the _Anomalopteryx +Jejuna. Jejunus-a-um_--empty--so called because there was really +nothing in it; a thoroughly empty bird--except for stuffing. Old +Javvers has the thing now, and I suppose he is almost as proud of it +as I am. It is a masterpiece, Bellows. It has all the silly clumsiness +of your pelican, all the solemn want of dignity of your parrot, +all the gaunt ungainliness of a flamingo, with all the extravagant +chromatic conflict of a mandarin duck. _Such_ a bird. I made it out +of the skeletons of a stork and a toucan and a job lot of feathers. +Taxidermy of that kind is just pure joy, Bellows, to a real artist in +the art. + +"How did I come to make it? Simple enough, as all great inventions +are. One of those young genii who write us Science Notes in the papers +got hold of a German pamphlet about the birds of New Zealand, and +translated some of it by means of a dictionary and his mother-wit--he +must have been one of a very large family with a small mother--and he +got mixed between the living apteryx and the extinct anomalopteryx; +talked about a bird five feet high, living in the jungles of the North +Island, rare, shy, specimens difficult to obtain, and so on. Javvers, +who even for a collector, is a miraculously ignorant man, read these +paragraphs, and swore he would have the thing at any price. Raided +the dealers with enquiries. It shows what a man can do by +persistence--will-power. Here was a bird-collector swearing he would +have a specimen of a bird that did not exist, that never had existed, +and which for very shame of its own profane ungainliness, probably +would not exist now if it could help itself. And he got it. _He got +it_." + +"Have some more whisky, Bellows?" said the taxidermist, rousing +himself from a transient contemplation of the mysteries of will-power +and the collecting turn of mind. And, replenished, he proceeded to +tell me of how he concocted a most attractive mermaid, and how an +itinerant preacher, who could not get an audience because of it, +smashed it because it was idolatry, or worse, at Burslem Wakes. But +as the conversation of all the parties to this transaction, +creator, would-be preserver, and destroyer, was uniformly unfit for +publication, this cheerful incident must still remain unprinted. + +The reader unacquainted with the dark ways of the collector may +perhaps be inclined to doubt my taxidermist, but so far as great auks' +eggs, and the bogus stuffed birds are concerned, I find that he has +the confirmation of distinguished ornithological writers. And the note +about the New Zealand bird certainly appeared in a morning paper of +unblemished reputation, for the Taxidermist keeps a copy and has shown +it to me. + + + + +A DEAL IN OSTRICHES + + +"Talking of the prices of birds, I've seen an ostrich that cost three +hundred pounds," said the Taxidermist, recalling his youth of travel. +"Three hundred pounds!" + +He looked at me over his spectacles. "I've seen another that was +refused at four." + +"No," he said, "it wasn't any fancy points. They was just plain +ostriches. A little off colour, too--owing to dietary. And there +wasn't any particular restriction of the demand either. You'd have +thought five ostriches would have ruled cheap on an East Indiaman. But +the point was, one of 'em had swallowed a diamond. + +"The chap it got it off was Sir Mohini Padishah, a tremendous swell, a +Piccadilly swell you might say up to the neck of him, and then an ugly +black head and a whopping turban, with this diamond in it. The blessed +bird pecked suddenly and had it, and when the chap made a fuss it +realised it had done wrong, I suppose, and went and mixed itself with +the others to preserve its _incog_. It all happened in a minute. I was +among the first to arrive, and there was this heathen going over his +gods, and two sailors and the man who had charge of the birds laughing +fit to split. It was a rummy way of losing a jewel, come to think of +it. The man in charge hadn't been about just at the moment, so that he +didn't know which bird it was. Clean lost, you see. I didn't feel half +sorry, to tell you the truth. The beggar had been swaggering over his +blessed diamond ever since he came aboard. + +"A thing like that goes from stem to stern of a ship in no time. Every +one was talking about it. Padishah went below to hide his feelings. +At dinner--he pigged at a table by himself, him and two other +Hindoos--the captain kind of jeered at him about it, and he got very +excited. He turned round and talked into my ear. He would not buy the +birds; he would have his diamond. He demanded his rights as a British +subject. His diamond must be found. He was firm upon that. He would +appeal to the House of Lords. The man in charge of the birds was one +of those wooden-headed chaps you can't get a new idea into anyhow. He +refused any proposal to interfere with the birds by way of medicine. +His instructions were to feed them so-and-so and treat them so-and-so, +and it was as much as his place was worth not to feed them so-and-so +and treat them so-and-so. Padishah had wanted a stomach-pump--though +you can't do that to a bird, you know. This Padishah was full of bad +law, like most of these blessed Bengalis, and talked of having a lien +on the birds, and so forth. But an old boy, who said his son was a +London barrister, argued that what a bird swallowed became _ipso +facto_ part of the bird, and that Padishah's only remedy lay in +an action for damages, and even then it might be possible to show +contributory negligence. He hadn't any right of way about an ostrich +that didn't belong to him. That upset Padishah extremely, the more so +as most of us expressed an opinion that that was the reasonable view. +There wasn't any lawyer aboard to settle the matter, so we all talked +pretty free. At last, after Aden, it appears that he came round to the +general opinion, and went privately to the man in charge and made an +offer for all five ostriches. + +"The next morning there was a fine shindy at breakfast. The man hadn't +any authority to deal with the birds, and nothing on earth would +induce him to sell; but it seems he told Padishah that a Eurasian +named Potter had already made him an offer, and on that Padishah +denounced Potter before us all. But I think the most of us thought it +rather smart of Potter, and I know that when Potter said that he'd +wired at Aden to London to buy the birds, and would have an answer at +Suez, I cursed pretty richly at a lost opportunity. + +"At Suez, Padishah gave way to tears--actual wet tears--when Potter +became the owner of the birds, and offered him two hundred and fifty +right off for the five, being more than two hundred per cent. on what +Potter had given. Potter said he'd be hanged if he parted with a +feather of them--that he meant to kill them off one by one and find +the diamond; but afterwards, thinking it over, he relented a little. +He was a gambling hound, was this Potter, a little queer at cards, and +this kind of prize-packet business must have suited him down to the +ground. Anyhow, he offered, for a lark, to sell the birds separately +to separate people by auction at a starting price of L80 for a bird. +But one of them, he said, he meant to keep for luck. + +"You must understand this diamond was a valuable one--a little Jew +chap, a diamond merchant, who was with us, had put it at three or +four thousand when Padishah had shown it to him--and this idea of an +ostrich gamble caught on. Now it happened that I'd been having a +few talks on general subjects with the man who looked after these +ostriches, and quite incidentally he'd said one of the birds was +ailing, and he fancied it had indigestion. It had one feather in its +tail almost all white, by which I knew it, and so when, next day, the +auction started with it, I capped Padishah's eighty-five by ninety. +I fancy I was a bit too sure and eager with my bid, and some of the +others spotted the fact that I was in the know. And Padishah went for +that particular bird like an irresponsible lunatic. At last the Jew +diamond merchant got it for L175, and Padishah said L180 just after +the hammer came down--so Potter declared. At any rate the Jew merchant +secured it, and there and then he got a gun and shot it. Potter made a +Hades of a fuss because he said it would injure the sale of the other +three, and Padishah, of course, behaved like an idiot; but all of us +were very much excited. I can tell you I was precious glad when that +dissection was over, and no diamond had turned up--precious glad. I'd +gone to one-forty on that particular bird myself. + +"The little Jew was like most Jews--he didn't make any great fuss over +bad luck; but Potter declined to go on with the auction until it was +understood that the goods could not be delivered until the sale was +over. The little Jew wanted to argue that the case was exceptional, +and as the discussion ran pretty even, the thing was postponed until +the next morning. We had a lively dinner-table that evening, I can +tell you, but in the end Potter got his way, since it would stand to +reason he would be safer if he stuck to all the birds, and that we +owed him some consideration for his sportsmanlike behaviour. And the +old gentleman whose son was a lawyer said he'd been thinking the thing +over and that it was very doubtful if, when a bird had been opened and +the diamond recovered, it ought not to be handed back to the +proper owner. I remember I suggested it came under the laws of +treasure-trove--which was really the truth of the matter. There was a +hot argument, and we settled it was certainly foolish to kill the bird +on board the ship. Then the old gentleman, going at large through his +legal talk, tried to make out the sale was a lottery and illegal, +and appealed to the captain; but Potter said he sold the birds _as_ +ostriches. He didn't want to sell any diamonds, he said, and didn't +offer that as an inducement. The three birds he put up, to the best of +his knowledge and belief, did _not_ contain a diamond. It was in the +one he kept--so he hoped. + +"Prices ruled high next day all the same. The fact that now there were +four chances instead of five of course caused a rise. The blessed +birds averaged 227, and, oddly enough, this Padishah didn't secure one +of 'em--not one. He made too much shindy, and when he ought to have +been bidding he was talking about liens, and, besides, Potter was a +bit down on him. One fell to a quiet little officer chap, another to +the little Jew, and the third was syndicated by the engineers. And +then Potter seemed suddenly sorry for having sold them, and said he'd +flung away a clear thousand pounds, and that very likely he'd draw a +blank and that he always had been a fool, but when I went and had a +bit of a talk to him, with the idea of getting him to hedge on his +last chance, I found he'd already sold the bird he'd reserved to a +political chap that was on board, a chap who'd been studying Indian +morals and social questions in his vacation. That last was the three +hundred pounds bird. Well, they landed three of the blessed creatures +at Brindisi--though the old gentleman said it was a breach of the +Customs regulations--and Potter and Padishah landed too. The Hindoo +seemed half mad as he saw his blessed diamond going this way and +that, so to speak. He kept on saying he'd get an injunction--he had +injunction on the brain--and giving his name and address to the chaps +who'd bought the birds, so that they'd know where to send the diamond. +None of them wanted his name and address, and none of them would give +their own. It was a fine row I can tell you--on the platform. They all +went off by different trains. I came on to Southampton, and there +I saw the last of the birds, as I came ashore; it was the one the +engineers bought, and it was standing up near the bridge, in a kind of +crate, and looking as leggy and silly a setting for a valuable diamond +as ever you saw--if it _was_ a setting for a valuable diamond. + +"_How did it end_? Oh! like that. Well--perhaps. Yes, there's one more +thing that may throw light on it. A week or so after landing I was +down Regent-street doing a bit of shopping, and who should I see +arm-in-arm and having a purple time of it but Padishah and Potter. If +you come to think of it-- + +"Yes. _I've_ thought that. Only, you see, there's no doubt the diamond +was real. And Padishah was an eminent Hindoo. I've seen his name +in the papers--often. But whether the bird swallowed the diamond +certainly is another matter, as you say." + + + + +THROUGH A WINDOW + + +After his legs were set, they carried Bailey into the study and put +him on a couch before the open window. There he lay, a live--even a +feverish man down to the loins, and below that a double-barrelled +mummy swathed in white wrappings. He tried to read, even tried to +write a little, but most of the time he looked out of the window. + +He had thought the window cheerful to begin with, but now he thanked +God for it many times a day. Within, the room was dim and grey, and +in the reflected light the wear of the furniture showed plainly. His +medicine and drink stood on the little table, with such litter as the +bare branches of a bunch of grapes or the ashes of a cigar upon a +green plate, or a day old evening paper. The view outside was flooded +with light, and across the corner of it came the head of the acacia, +and at the foot the top of the balcony-railing of hammered iron. In +the foreground was the weltering silver of the river, never quiet and +yet never tiresome. Beyond was the reedy bank, a broad stretch of +meadow land, and then a dark line of trees ending in a group of +poplars at the distant bend of the river, and, upstanding behind them, +a square church tower. + +Up and down the river, all day long, things were passing. Now a string +of barges drifting down to London, piled with lime or barrels of beer; +then a steam-launch, disengaging heavy masses of black smoke, and +disturbing the whole width of the river with long rolling waves; then +an impetuous electric launch, and then a boatload of pleasure-seekers, +a solitary sculler, or a four from some rowing club. Perhaps the river +was quietest of a morning or late at night. One moonlight night some +people drifted down singing, and with a zither playing--it sounded +very pleasantly across the water. + +In a few days Bailey began to recognise some of the craft; in a week +he knew the intimate history of half-a-dozen. The launch _Luzon_, from +Fitzgibbon's, two miles up, would go fretting by, sometimes three or +four times a day, conspicuous with its colouring of Indian-red and +yellow, and its two Oriental attendants; and one day, to Bailey's vast +amusement, the house-boat _Purple Emperor_ came to a stop outside, and +breakfasted in the most shameless domesticity. Then one afternoon, the +captain of a slow-moving barge began a quarrel with his wife as they +came into sight from the left, and had carried it to personal violence +before he vanished behind the window-frame to the right. Bailey +regarded all this as an entertainment got up to while away his +illness, and applauded all the more moving incidents. Mrs Green, +coming in at rare intervals with his meals, would catch him clapping +his hands or softly crying, "Encore!" But the river players had other +engagements, and his encore went unheeded. + +"I should never have thought I could take such an interest in things +that did not concern me," said Bailey to Wilderspin, who used to come +in in his nervous, friendly way and try to comfort the sufferer by +being talked to. "I thought this idle capacity was distinctive of +little children and old maids. But it's just circumstances. I simply +can't work, and things have to drift; it's no good to fret and +struggle. And so I lie here and am as amused as a baby with a rattle, +at this river and its affairs. + +"Sometimes, of course, it gets a bit dull, but not often. + +"I would give anything, Wilderspin, for a swamp--just one swamp--once. +Heads swimming and a steam launch to the rescue, and a chap or so +hauled out with a boat-hook.... There goes Fitzgibbon's launch! They +have a new boat-hook, I see, and the little blackie is still in the +dumps. I don't think he's very well, Wilderspin. He's been like that +for two or three days, squatting sulky-fashion and meditating over the +churning of the water. Unwholesome for him to be always staring at the +frothy water running away from the stern." + +They watched the little steamer fuss across the patch of sunlit river, +suffer momentary occultation from the acacia, and glide out of sight +behind the dark window-frame. + +"I'm getting a wonderful eye for details," said Bailey: "I spotted +that new boat-hook at once. The other nigger is a funny little chap. +He never used to swagger with the old boat-hook like that." + +"Malays, aren't they?" said Wilderspin. + +"Don't know," said Bailey. "I thought one called all that sort of +manner Lascar." + +Then he began to tell Wilderspin what he knew of the private affairs +of the houseboat, _Purple Emperor_. "Funny," he said, "how these +people come from all points of the compass--from Oxford and Windsor, +from Asia and Africa--and gather and pass opposite the window just +to entertain me. One man floated out of the infinite the day before +yesterday, caught one perfect crab opposite, lost and recovered a +scull, and passed on again. Probably he will never come into my life +again. So far as I am concerned, he has lived and had his little +troubles, perhaps thirty--perhaps forty--years on the earth, merely +to make an ass of himself for three minutes in front of my window. +Wonderful thing, Wilderspin, if you come to think of it." + +"Yes," said Wilderspin; "_isn't_ it?" + +A day or two after this Bailey had a brilliant morning. Indeed, +towards the end of the affair, it became almost as exciting as any +window show very well could be. We will, however, begin at the +beginning. + +Bailey was all alone in the house, for his housekeeper had gone into +the town three miles away to pay bills, and the servant had her +holiday. The morning began dull. A canoe went up about half-past nine, +and later a boat-load of camping men came down. But this was mere +margin. Things became cheerful about ten o'clock. + +It began with something white fluttering in the remote distance where +the three poplars marked the river bend. "Pocket-handkerchief," said +Bailey, when he saw it "No. Too big! Flag perhaps." + +However, it was not a flag, for it jumped about. "Man in whites +running fast, and this way," said Bailey. "That's luck! But his whites +are precious loose!" + +Then a singular thing happened. There was a minute pink gleam among +the dark trees in the distance, and a little puff of pale grey that +began to drift and vanish eastward. The man in white jumped and +continued running. Presently the report of the shot arrived. + +"What the devil!" said Bailey. "Looks as if someone was shooting at +him." + +He sat up stiffly and stared hard. The white figure was coming along +the pathway through the corn. "It's one of those niggers from the +Fitzgibbon's," said Bailey; "or may I be hanged! I wonder why he keeps +sawing with his arm." + +Then three other figures became indistinctly visible against the dark +background of the trees. + +Abruptly on the opposite bank a man walked into the picture. He was +black-bearded, dressed in flannels, had a red belt, and a vast grey +felt hat. He walked, leaning very much forward and with his hands +swinging before him. Behind him one could see the grass swept by the +towing-rope of the boat he was dragging. He was steadfastly regarding +the white figure that was hurrying through the corn. Suddenly he +stopped. Then, with a peculiar gesture, Bailey could see that he began +pulling in the tow-rope hand over hand. Over the water could be heard +the voices of the people in the still invisible boat. + +"What are you after, Hagshot?" said someone. + +The individual with the red belt shouted something that was inaudible, +and went on lugging in the rope, looking over his shoulder at the +advancing white figure as he did so. He came down the bank, and the +rope bent a lane among the reeds and lashed the water between his +pulls. + +Then just the bows of the boat came into view, with the towing-mast +and a tall, fair-haired man standing up and trying to see over the +bank. The boat bumped unexpectedly among the reeds, and the tall, +fair-haired man disappeared suddenly, having apparently fallen back +into the invisible part of the boat. There was a curse and some +indistinct laughter. Hagshot did not laugh, but hastily clambered into +the boat and pushed off. Abruptly the boat passed out of Bailey's +sight. + +But it was still audible. The melody of voices suggested that its +occupants were busy telling each other what to do. + +The running figure was drawing near the bank. Bailey could now see +clearly that it was one of Fitzgibbon's Orientals, and began to +realise what the sinuous thing the man carried in his hand might +be. Three other men followed one another through the corn, and the +foremost carried what was probably the gun. They were perhaps two +hundred yards or more behind the Malay. + +"It's a man hunt, by all that's holy!" said Bailey. + +The Malay stopped for a moment and surveyed the bank to the right. +Then he left the path, and, breaking through the corn, vanished in +that direction. The three pursuers followed suit, and their heads and +gesticulating arms above the corn, after a brief interval, also went +out of Bailey's field of vision. + +Bailey so far forgot himself as to swear. "Just as things were getting +lively!" he said. Something like a woman's shriek came through the +air. Then shouts, a howl, a dull whack upon the balcony outside that +made Bailey jump, and then the report of a gun. + +"This is precious hard on an invalid," said Bailey. + +But more was to happen yet in his picture. In fact, a great deal more. +The Malay appeared again, running now along the bank up stream. +His stride had more swing and less pace in it than before. He was +threatening someone ahead with the ugly krees he carried. The blade, +Bailey noticed, was dull--it did not shine as steel should. + +Then came the tall, fair man, brandishing a boat-hook, and after him +three other men in boating costume, running clumsily with oars. +The man with the grey hat and red belt was not with them. After an +interval the three men with the gun reappeared, still in the corn, +but now near the river bank. They emerged upon the towing-path, +and hurried after the others. The opposite bank was left blank and +desolate again. + +The sick-room was disgraced by more profanity. "I would give my life +to see the end of this," said Bailey. There were indistinct shouts up +stream. Once they seemed to be coming nearer, but they disappointed +him. + +Bailey sat and grumbled. He was still grumbling when his eye caught +something black and round among the waves. "Hullo!" he said. He looked +narrowly and saw two triangular black bodies frothing every now and +then about a yard in front of this. + +He was still doubtful when the little band of pursuers came into sight +again, and began to point to this floating object. They were talking +eagerly. Then the man with the gun took aim. + +"He's swimming the river, by George!" said Bailey. + +The Malay looked round, saw the gun, and went under. He came up so +close to Bailey's bank of the river that one of the bars of the +balcony hid him for a moment. As he emerged the man with the gun +fired. The Malay kept steadily onward--Bailey could see the wet hair +on his forehead now and the krees between his teeth--and was presently +hidden by the balcony. + +This seemed to Bailey an unendurable wrong. The man was lost to him +for ever now, so he thought. Why couldn't the brute have got himself +decently caught on the opposite bank, or shot in the water? + +"It's worse than Edwin Drood," said Bailey. + +Over the river, too, things had become an absolute blank. All seven +men had gone down stream again, probably to get the boat and follow +across. Bailey listened and waited. There was silence. "Surely it's +not over like this," said Bailey. + +Five minutes passed--ten minutes. Then a tug with two barges went up +stream. The attitudes of the men upon these were the attitudes of +those who see nothing remarkable in earth, water, or sky. Clearly the +whole affair had passed out of sight of the river. Probably the hunt +had gone into the beech woods behind the house. + +"Confound it!" said Bailey. "To be continued again, and no chance this +time of the sequel. But this is hard on a sick man." + +He heard a step on the staircase behind him and looking round saw the +door open. Mrs Green came in and sat down, panting. She still had her +bonnet on, her purse in her hand, and her little brown basket upon her +arm. "Oh, there!" she said, and left Bailey to imagine the rest. + +"Have a little whisky and water, Mrs Green, and tell me about it," +said Bailey. + +Sipping a little, the lady began to recover her powers of explanation. + +One of those black creatures at the Fitzgibbon's had gone mad, and +was running about with a big knife, stabbing people. He had killed +a groom, and stabbed the under-butler, and almost cut the arm off a +boating gentleman. + +"Running amuck with a krees," said Bailey. "I thought that was it." + +And he was hiding in the wood when she came through it from the town. + +"What! Did he run after you?" asked Bailey, with a certain touch of +glee in his voice. + +"No, that was the horrible part of it," Mrs Green explained. She had +been right through the woods and had _never known he was there_. It +was only when she met young Mr Fitzgibbon carrying his gun in the +shrubbery that she heard anything about it. Apparently, what upset +Mrs Green was the lost opportunity for emotion. She was determined, +however, to make the most of what was left her. + +"To think he was there all the time!" she said, over and over again. + +Bailey endured this patiently enough for perhaps ten minutes. At last +he thought it advisable to assert himself. "It's twenty past one, Mrs +Green," he said. "Don't you think it time you got me something to +eat?" + +This brought Mrs Green suddenly to her knees. + +"Oh Lord, sir!" she said. "Oh! don't go making me go out of this room, +sir, till I know he's caught. He might have got into the house, sir. +He might be creeping, creeping, with that knife of his, along the +passage this very--" + +She broke off suddenly and glared over him at the window. Her lower +jaw dropped. Bailey turned his head sharply. + +For the space of half a second things seemed just as they were. There +was the tree, the balcony, the shining river, the distant church +tower. Then he noticed that the acacia was displaced about a foot to +the right, and that it was quivering, and the leaves were rustling. +The tree was shaken violently, and a heavy panting was audible. + +In another moment a hairy brown hand had appeared and clutched the +balcony railings, and in another the face of the Malay was peering +through these at the man on the couch. His expression was an +unpleasant grin, by reason of the krees he held between his teeth, +and he was bleeding from an ugly wound in his cheek. His hair wet to +drying stuck out like horns from his head. His body was bare save for +the wet trousers that clung to him. Bailey's first impulse was to +spring from the couch, but his legs reminded him that this was +impossible. + +By means of the balcony and tree the man slowly raised himself until +he was visible to Mrs Green. With a choking cry she made for the door +and fumbled with the handle. + +Bailey thought swiftly and clutched a medicine bottle in either +hand. One he flung, and it smashed against the acacia. Silently and +deliberately, and keeping his bright eyes fixed on Bailey, the Malay +clambered into the balcony. Bailey, still clutching his second bottle, +but with a sickening, sinking feeling about his heart, watched first +one leg come over the railing and then the other. + +It was Bailey's impression that the Malay took about an hour to get +his second leg over the rail. The period that elapsed before the +sitting position was changed to a standing one seemed enormous--days, +weeks, possibly a year or so. Yet Bailey had no clear impression of +anything going on in his mind during that vast period, except a vague +wonder at his inability to throw the second medicine bottle. Suddenly +the Malay glanced over his shoulder. There was the crack of a rifle. +He flung up his arms and came down upon the couch. Mrs Green began a +dismal shriek that seemed likely to last until Doomsday. Bailey stared +at the brown body with its shoulder blade driven in, that writhed +painfully across his legs and rapidly staining and soaking the +spotless bandages. Then he looked at the long krees, with the reddish +streaks upon its blade, that lay an inch beyond the trembling brown +fingers upon the floor. Then at Mrs Green, who had backed hard against +the door and was staring at the body and shrieking in gusty outbursts +as if she would wake the dead. And then the body was shaken by one +last convulsive effort. + +The Malay gripped the krees, tried to raise himself with his left +hand, and collapsed. Then he raised his head, stared for a moment +at Mrs Green, and twisting his face round looked at Bailey. With a +gasping groan the dying man succeeded in clutching the bed clothes +with his disabled hand, and by a violent effort, which hurt Bailey's +legs exceedingly, writhed sideways towards what must be his last +victim. Then something seemed released in Bailey's mind and he brought +down the second bottle with all his strength on to the Malay's face. +The krees fell heavily upon the floor. + +"Easy with those legs," said Bailey, as young Fitzgibbon and one of +the boating party lifted the body off him. + +Young Fitzgibbon was very white in the face. "I didn't mean to kill +him," he said. + +"It's just as well," said Bailey. + + + + +THE TEMPTATION OF HARRINGAY + + +It is quite impossible to say whether this thing really happened. It +depends entirely on the word of R.M. Harringay, who is an artist. + +Following his version of the affair, the narrative deposes that +Harringay went into his studio about ten o'clock to see what he could +make of the head that he had been working at the day before. The +head in question was that of an Italian organ-grinder, and Harringay +thought--but was not quite sure--that the title would be the "Vigil." +So far he is frank, and his narrative bears the stamp of truth. He +had seen the man expectant for pennies, and with a promptness that +suggested genius, had had him in at once. + +"Kneel. Look up at that bracket," said Harringay. "As if you expected +pennies." + +"Don't _grin_!" said Harringay. "I don't want to paint your gums. Look +as though you were unhappy." + +Now, after a night's rest, the picture proved decidedly +unsatisfactory. "It's good work," said Harringay. "That little bit in +the neck ... But." + +He walked about the studio and looked at the thing from this point and +from that. Then he said a wicked word. In the original the word is +given. + +"Painting," he says he said. "Just a painting of an organ-grinder--a +mere portrait. If it was a live organ-grinder I wouldn't mind. But +somehow I never make things alive. I wonder if my imagination is +wrong." This, too, has a truthful air. His imagination _is_ wrong. + +"That creative touch! To take canvas and pigment and make a man--as +Adam was made of red ochre! But this thing! If you met it walking +about the streets you would know it was only a studio production. The +little boys would tell it to 'Garnome and git frimed.' Some little +touch ... Well--it won't do as it is." + +He went to the blinds and began to pull them down. They were made of +blue holland with the rollers at the bottom of the window, so that you +pull them down to get more light. He gathered his palette, brushes, +and mahl stick from his table. Then he turned to the picture and put a +speck of brown in the corner of the mouth; and shifted his attention +thence to the pupil of the eye. Then he decided that the chin was a +trifle too impassive for a vigil. + +Presently he put down his impedimenta, and lighting a pipe surveyed +the progress of his work. "I'm hanged if the thing isn't sneering at +me," said Harringay, and he still believes it sneered. + +The animation of the figure had certainly increased, but scarcely in +the direction he wished. There was no mistake about the sneer. "Vigil +of the Unbeliever," said Harringay. "Rather subtle and clever that! +But the left eyebrow isn't cynical enough." + +He went and dabbed at the eyebrow, and added a little to the lobe of +the ear to suggest materialism. Further consideration ensued. "Vigil's +off, I'm afraid," said Harringay. "Why not Mephistopheles? But that's +a bit _too_ common. 'A Friend of the Doge,'--not so seedy. The armour +won't do, though. Too Camelot. How about a scarlet robe and call him +'One of the Sacred College'? Humour in that, and an appreciation of +Middle Italian History." + +"There's always Benvenuto Cellini," said Harringay; "with a clever +suggestion of a gold cup in one corner. But that would scarcely suit +the complexion." + +He describes himself as babbling in this way in order to keep down an +unaccountably unpleasant sensation of fear. The thing was certainly +acquiring anything but a pleasing expression. Yet it was as certainly +becoming far more of a living thing than it had been--if a sinister +one--far more alive than anything he had ever painted before. "Call it +'Portrait of a Gentleman,'" said Harringay;--"A Certain Gentleman." + +"Won't do," said Harringay, still keeping up his courage. "Kind of +thing they call Bad Taste. That sneer will have to come out. That +gone, and a little more fire in the eye--never noticed how warm his +eye was before--and he might do for--? What price Passionate Pilgrim? +But that devilish face won't do--_this_ side of the Channel. + +"Some little inaccuracy does it," he said; "eyebrows probably too +oblique,"--therewith pulling the blind lower to get a better light, +and resuming palette and brushes. + +The face on the canvas seemed animated by a spirit of its own. Where +the expression of diablerie came in he found impossible to discover. +Experiment was necessary. The eyebrows--it could scarcely be the +eyebrows? But he altered them. No, that was no better; in fact, if +anything, a trifle more satanic. The corner of the mouth? Pah! more +than ever a leer--and now, retouched, it was ominously grim. The eye, +then? Catastrophe! he had filled his brush with vermilion instead of +brown, and yet he had felt sure it was brown! The eye seemed now to +have rolled in its socket, and was glaring at him an eye of fire. In a +flash of passion, possibly with something of the courage of panic, he +struck the brush full of bright red athwart the picture; and then a +very curious thing, a very strange thing indeed, occurred--if it _did_ +occur. + +_The diabolified Italian before him shut both his eyes, pursed his +mouth, and wiped the colour off his face with his hand_. + +Then the _red eye_ opened again, with a sound like the opening of +lips, and the face smiled. "That was rather hasty of you," said the +picture. + +Harringay states that, now that the worst had happened, his +self-possession returned. He had a saving persuasion that devils were +reasonable creatures. + +"Why do you keep moving about then," he said, "making faces and all +that--sneering and squinting, while I am painting you?" + +"I don't," said the picture. + +"You _do_," said Harringay. + +"It's yourself," said the picture. + +"It's _not_ myself," said Harringay. + +"It _is_ yourself," said the picture. "No! don't go hitting me with +paint again, because it's true. You have been trying to fluke an +expression on my face all the morning. Really, you haven't an idea +what your picture ought to look like." + +"I have," said Harringay. + +"You have _not_," said the picture: "You _never_ have with your +pictures. You always start with the vaguest presentiment of what you +are going to do; it is to be something beautiful--you are sure of +that--and devout, perhaps, or tragic; but beyond that it is all +experiment and chance. My dear fellow! you don't think you can paint a +picture like that?" + +Now it must be remembered that for what follows we have only +Harringay's word. + +"I shall paint a picture exactly as I like," said Harringay, calmly. + +This seemed to disconcert the picture a little. "You can't paint a +picture without an inspiration," it remarked. + +"But I _had_ an inspiration--for this." + +"Inspiration!" sneered the sardonic figure; "a fancy that came from +your seeing an organ-grinder looking up at a window! Vigil! Ha, ha! +You just started painting on the chance of something coming--that's +what you did. And when I saw you at it I came. I want a talk with +you!" + +"Art, with you," said the picture,--"it's a poor business. You potter. +I don't know how it is, but you don't seem able to throw your soul +into it. You know too much. It hampers you. In the midst of your +enthusiasms you ask yourself whether something like this has not been +done before. And ..." + +"Look here," said Harringay, who had expected something better than +criticism from the devil. "Are you going to talk studio to me?" He +filled his number twelve hoghair with red paint. + +"The true artist," said the picture, "is always an ignorant man. An +artist who theorises about his work is no longer artist but critic. +Wagner ... I say!--What's that red paint for?" + +"I'm going to paint you out," said Harringay. "I don't want to hear +all that Tommy Rot. If you think just because I'm an artist by trade +I'm going to talk studio to you, you make a precious mistake." + +"One minute," said the picture, evidently alarmed. "I want to make +you an offer--a genuine offer. It's right what I'm saying. You lack +inspirations. Well. No doubt you've heard of the Cathedral of Cologne, +and the Devil's Bridge, and--" + +"Rubbish," said Harringay. "Do you think I want to go to perdition +simply for the pleasure of painting a good picture, and getting it +slated. Take that." + +His blood was up. His danger only nerved him to action, so he says. +So he planted a dab of vermilion in his creature's mouth. The Italian +spluttered and tried to wipe it off--evidently horribly surprised. And +then--according to Harringay--there began a very remarkable struggle, +Harringay splashing away with the red paint, and the picture wriggling +about and wiping it off as fast as he put it on. "_Two_ masterpieces," +said the demon. "Two indubitable masterpieces for a Chelsea artist's +soul. It's a bargain?" Harringay replied with the paint brush. + +For a few minutes nothing could be heard but the brush going and the +spluttering and ejaculations of the Italian. A lot of the strokes he +caught on his arm and hand, though Harringay got over his guard often +enough. Presently the paint on the palette gave out and the two +antagonists stood breathless, regarding each other. The picture was +so smeared with red that it looked as if it had been rolling about +a slaughterhouse, and it was painfully out of breath and very +uncomfortable with the wet paint trickling down its neck. Still, the +first round was in its favour on the whole. "Think," it said, sticking +pluckily to its point, "two supreme masterpieces--in different styles. +Each equivalent to the Cathedral..." + +"_I_ know," said Harringay, and rushed out of the studio and along the +passage towards his wife's boudoir. + +In another minute he was back with a large tin of enamel--Hedge +Sparrow's Egg Tint, it was, and a brush. At the sight of that +the artistic devil with the red eye began to scream. "_Three_ +masterpieces--culminating masterpieces." + +Harringay delivered cut two across the demon, and followed with +a thrust in the eye. There was an indistinct rumbling. "_Four_ +masterpieces," and a spitting sound. + +But Harringay had the upper hand now and meant to keep it. With rapid, +bold strokes he continued to paint over the writhing canvas, until at +last it was a uniform field of shining Hedge Sparrow tint. Once the +mouth reappeared and got as far as "Five master--" before he filled +it with enamel; and near the end the red eye opened and glared at him +indignantly. But at last nothing remained save a gleaming panel of +drying enamel. For a little while a faint stirring beneath the surface +puckered it slightly here and there, but presently even that died away +and the thing was perfectly still. + +Then Harringay--according to Harringay's account--lit his pipe and sat +down and stared at the enamelled canvas, and tried to make out clearly +what had happened. Then he walked round behind it, to see if the back +of it was at all remarkable. Then it was he began to regret he had not +photographed the Devil before he painted him out. + +This is Harringay's story--not mine. He supports it by a small canvas +(24 by 20) enamelled a pale green, and by violent asseverations. It is +also true that he never has produced a masterpiece, and in the opinion +of his intimate friends probably never will. + + + + +THE FLYING MAN + + +The Ethnologist looked at the _bhimraj_ feather thoughtfully. "They +seemed loth to part with it," he said. + +"It is sacred to the Chiefs," said the lieutenant; "just as yellow +silk, you know, is sacred to the Chinese Emperor." + +The Ethnologist did not answer. He hesitated. Then opening the topic +abruptly, "What on earth is this cock-and-bull story they have of a +flying man?" + +The lieutenant smiled faintly. "What did they tell you?" + +"I see," said the Ethnologist, "that you know of your fame." + +The lieutenant rolled himself a cigarette. "I don't mind hearing about +it once more. How does it stand at present?" + +"It's so confoundedly childish," said the Ethnologist, becoming +irritated. "How did you play it off upon them?" + +The lieutenant made no answer, but lounged back in his folding-chair, +still smiling. + +"Here am I, come four hundred miles out of my way to get what is left +of the folk-lore of these people, before they are utterly demoralised +by missionaries and the military, and all I find are a lot of +impossible legends about a sandy-haired scrub of an infantry +lieutenant. How he is invulnerable--how he can jump over +elephants--how he can fly. That's the toughest nut. One old gentleman +described your wings, said they had black plumage and were not quite +as long as a mule. Said he often saw you by moonlight hovering over +the crests out towards the Shendu country.--Confound it, man!" + +The lieutenant laughed cheerfully. "Go on," he said. "Go on." + +The Ethnologist did. At last he wearied. "To trade so," he said, "on +these unsophisticated children of the mountains. How could you bring +yourself to do it, man?" + +"I'm sorry," said the lieutenant, "but truly the thing was forced upon +me. I can assure you I was driven to it. And at the time I had not the +faintest idea of how the Chin imagination would take it. Or curiosity. +I can only plead it was an indiscretion and not malice that made me +replace the folk-lore by a new legend. But as you seem aggrieved, I +will try and explain the business to you. + +"It was in the time of the last Lushai expedition but one, and Walters +thought these people you have been visiting were friendly. So, with an +airy confidence in my capacity for taking care of myself, he sent me +up the gorge--fourteen miles of it--with three of the Derbyshire men +and half a dozen Sepoys, two mules, and his blessing, to see what +popular feeling was like at that village you visited. A force of +ten--not counting the mules--fourteen miles, and during a war! You saw +the road?" + +"_Road_!" said the Ethnologist. + +"It's better now than it was. When we went up we had to wade in +the river for a mile where the valley narrows, with a smart stream +frothing round our knees and the stones as slippery as ice. There it +was I dropped my rifle. Afterwards the Sappers blasted the cliff with +dynamite and made the convenient way you came by. Then below, where +those very high cliffs come, we had to keep on dodging across the +river--I should say we crossed it a dozen times in a couple of miles. + +"We got in sight of the place early the next morning. You know how +it lies, on a spur halfway between the big hills, and as we began to +appreciate how wickedly quiet the village lay under the sunlight, we +came to a stop to consider. + +"At that they fired a lump of filed brass idol at us, just by way of a +welcome. It came twanging down the slope to the right of us where the +boulders are, missed my shoulder by an inch or so, and plugged the +mule that carried all the provisions and utensils. I never heard such +a death-rattle before or since. And at that we became aware of a +number of gentlemen carrying matchlocks, and dressed in things like +plaid dusters, dodging about along the neck between the village and +the crest to the east. + +"'Right about face,' I said. 'Not too close together.' + +"And with that encouragement my expedition of ten men came round and +set off at a smart trot down the valley again hitherward. We did not +wait to save anything our dead had carried, but we kept the second +mule with us--he carried my tent and some other rubbish--out of a +feeling of friendship. + +"So ended the battle--ingloriously. Glancing back, I saw the valley +dotted with the victors, shouting and firing at us. But no one was +hit. These Chins and their guns are very little good except at a +sitting shot. They will sit and finick over a boulder for hours taking +aim, and when they fire running it is chiefly for stage effect. +Hooker, one of the Derbyshire men, fancied himself rather with the +rifle, and stopped behind for half a minute to try his luck as we +turned the bend. But he got nothing. + +"I'm not a Xenophon to spin much of a yarn about my retreating army. +We had to pull the enemy up twice in the next two miles when he became +a bit pressing, by exchanging shots with him, but it was a fairly +monotonous affair--hard breathing chiefly--until we got near the place +where the hills run in towards the river and pinch the valley into +a gorge. And there we very luckily caught a glimpse of half a dozen +round black heads coming slanting-ways over the hill to the left of +us--the east that is--and almost parallel with us. + +"At that I called a halt. 'Look here,' says I to Hooker and the other +Englishmen; 'what are we to do now?' and I pointed to the heads. + +"'Headed orf, or I'm a nigger,' said one of the men. + +"'We shall be,' said another. 'You know the Chin way, George?' + +"'They can pot every one of us at fifty yards,' says Hooker, 'in the +place where the river is narrow. It's just suicide to go on down.' + +"I looked at the hill to the right of us. It grew steeper lower down +the valley, but it still seemed climbable. And all the Chins we had +seen hitherto had been on the other side of the stream. + +"'It's that or stopping,' says one of the Sepoys. + +"So we started slanting up the hill. There was something faintly +suggestive of a road running obliquely up the face of it, and that we +followed. Some Chins presently came into view up the valley, and I +heard some shots. Then I saw one of the Sepoys was sitting down +about thirty yards below us. He had simply sat down without a word, +apparently not wishing to give trouble. At that I called a halt again; +I told Hooker to try another shot, and went back and found the man was +hit in the leg. I took him up, carried him along to put him on the +mule--already pretty well laden with the tent and other things which +we had no time to take off. When I got up to the rest with him, Hooker +had his empty Martini in his hand, and was grinning and pointing to a +motionless black spot up the valley. All the rest of the Chins were +behind boulders or back round the bend. 'Five hundred yards,' says +Hooker, 'if an inch. And I'll swear I hit him in the head.' + +"I told him to go and do it again, and with that we went on again. + +"Now the hillside kept getting steeper as we pushed on, and the road +we were following more and more of a shelf. At last it was mere cliff +above and below us. 'It's the best road I have seen yet in Chin Lushai +land,' said I to encourage the men, though I had a fear of what was +coming. + +"And in a few minutes the way bent round a corner of the cliff. Then, +finis! the ledge came to an end. + +"As soon as he grasped the position one of the Derbyshire men fell +a-swearing at the trap we had fallen into. The Sepoys halted quietly. +Hooker grunted and reloaded, and went back to the bend. + +"Then two of the Sepoy chaps helped their comrade down and began to +unload the mule. + +"Now, when I came to look about me, I began to think we had not been +so very unfortunate after all. We were on a shelf perhaps ten yards +across it at widest. Above it the cliff projected so that we could not +be shot down upon, and below was an almost sheer precipice of perhaps +two or three hundred feet. Lying down we were invisible to anyone +across the ravine. The only approach was along the ledge, and on that +one man was as good as a host. We were in a natural stronghold, with +only one disadvantage, our sole provision against hunger and thirst +was one live mule. Still we were at most eight or nine miles from the +main expedition, and no doubt, after a day or so, they would send up +after us if we did not return. + +"After a day or so ..." + +The lieutenant paused. "Ever been thirsty, Graham?" + +"Not that kind," said the Ethnologist. + +"H'm. We had the whole of that day, the night, and the next day of it, +and only a trifle of dew we wrung out of our clothes and the tent. +And below us was the river going giggle, giggle, round a rock in mid +stream. I never knew such a barrenness of incident, or such a quantity +of sensation. The sun might have had Joshua's command still upon it +for all the motion one could see; and it blazed like a near furnace. +Towards the evening of the first day one of the Derbyshire men said +something--nobody heard what--and went off round the bend of the +cliff. We heard shots, and when Hooker looked round the corner he was +gone. And in the morning the Sepoy whose leg was shot was in delirium, +and jumped or fell over the cliff. Then we took the mule and shot +it, and that must needs go over the cliff too in its last struggles, +leaving eight of us. + +"We could see the body of the Sepoy down below, with the head in the +water. He was lying face downwards, and so far as I could make out was +scarcely smashed at all. Badly as the Chins might covet his head, they +had the sense to leave it alone until the darkness came. + +"At first we talked of all the chances there were of the main body +hearing the firing, and reckoned whether they would begin to miss us, +and all that kind of thing, but we dried up as the evening came on. +The Sepoys played games with bits of stone among themselves, and +afterwards told stories. The night was rather chilly. The second day +nobody spoke. Our lips were black and our throats afire, and we lay +about on the ledge and glared at one another. Perhaps it's as well +we kept our thoughts to ourselves. One of the British soldiers began +writing some blasphemous rot on the rock with a bit of pipeclay, about +his last dying will, until I stopped it. As I looked over the edge +down into the valley and saw the river rippling I was nearly tempted +to go after the Sepoy. It seemed a pleasant and desirable thing to +go rushing down through the air with something to drink--or no more +thirst at any rate--at the bottom. I remembered in time, though, that +I was the officer in command, and my duty to set a good example, and +that kept me from any such foolishness. + +"Yet, thinking of that, put an idea into my head. I got up and looked +at the tent and tent ropes, and wondered why I had not thought of it +before. Then I came and peered over the cliff again. This time the +height seemed greater and the pose of the Sepoy rather more painful. +But it was that or nothing. And to cut it short, I parachuted. + +"I got a big circle of canvas out of the tent, about three times the +size of that table-cover, and plugged the hole in the centre, and I +tied eight ropes round it to meet in the middle and make a parachute. +The other chaps lay about and watched me as though they thought it was +a new kind of delirium. Then I explained my notion to the two British +soldiers and how I meant to do it, and as soon as the short dusk had +darkened into night, I risked it. They held the thing high up, and I +took a run the whole length of the ledge. The thing filled with air +like a sail, but at the edge I will confess I funked and pulled up. + +"As soon as I stopped I was ashamed of myself--as well I might be in +front of privates--and went back and started again. Off I jumped this +time--with a kind of sob, I remember--clean into the air, with the big +white sail bellying out above me. + +"I must have thought at a frightful pace. It seemed a long time before +I was sure that the thing meant to keep steady. At first it heeled +sideways. Then I noticed the face of the rock which seemed to be +streaming up past me, and me motionless. Then I looked down and saw in +the darkness the river and the dead Sepoy rushing up towards me. But +in the indistinct light I also saw three Chins, seemingly aghast at +the sight of me, and that the Sepoy was decapitated. At that I wanted +to go back again. + +"Then my boot was in the mouth of one, and in a moment he and I were +in a heap with the canvas fluttering down on the top of us. I fancy I +dashed out his brains with my foot. I expected nothing more than to be +brained myself by the other two, but the poor heathen had never heard +of Baldwin, and incontinently bolted. + +"I struggled out of the tangle of dead Chin and canvas, and looked +round. About ten paces off lay the head of the Sepoy staring in the +moonlight. Then I saw the water and went and drank. There wasn't a +sound in the world but the footsteps of the departing Chins, a faint +shout from above, and the gluck of the water. So soon as I had drunk +my full I started off down the river. + +"That about ends the explanation of the flying man story. I never met +a soul the whole eight miles of the way. I got to Walters' camp by ten +o'clock, and a born idiot of a sentinel had the cheek to fire at me +as I came trotting out of the darkness. So soon as I had hammered my +story into Winter's thick skull, about fifty men started up the valley +to clear the Chins out and get our men down. But for my own part I had +too good a thirst to provoke it by going with them. + +"You have heard what kind of a yarn the Chins made of it. Wings as +long as a mule, eh?--And black feathers! The gay lieutenant bird! +Well, well." + +The lieutenant meditated cheerfully for a moment. Then he added, "You +would scarcely credit it, but when they got to the ridge at last, they +found two more of the Sepoys had jumped over." + +"The rest were all right?" asked the Ethnologist. + +"Yes," said the lieutenant; "the rest were all right, barring a +certain thirst, you know." + +And at the memory he helped himself to soda and whisky again. + + + + +THE DIAMOND MAKER + + +Some business had detained me in Chancery Lane until nine in the +evening, and thereafter, having some inkling of a headache, I was +disinclined either for entertainment or further work. So much of the +sky as the high cliffs of that narrow canon of traffic left visible +spoke of a serene night, and I determined to make my way down to +the Embankment, and rest my eyes and cool my head by watching the +variegated lights upon the river. Beyond comparison the night is the +best time for this place; a merciful darkness hides the dirt of the +waters, and the lights of this transition age, red, glaring orange, +gas-yellow, and electric white, are set in shadowy outlines of every +possible shade between grey and deep purple. Through the arches of +Waterloo Bridge a hundred points of light mark the sweep of the +Embankment, and above its parapet rise the towers of Westminster, warm +grey against the starlight. The black river goes by with only a rare +ripple breaking its silence, and disturbing the reflections of the +lights that swim upon its surface. + +"A warm night," said a voice at my side. + +I turned my head, and saw the profile of a man who was leaning over +the parapet beside me. It was a refined face, not unhandsome, though +pinched and pale enough, and the coat collar turned up and pinned +round the throat marked his status in life as sharply as a uniform. I +felt I was committed to the price of a bed and breakfast if I answered +him. + +I looked at him curiously. Would he have anything to tell me worth the +money, or was he the common incapable--incapable even of telling his +own story? There was a quality of intelligence in his forehead and +eyes, and a certain tremulousness in his nether lip that decided me. + +"Very warm," said I; "but not too warm for us here." + +"No," he said, still looking across the water, "it is pleasant enough +here ... just now." + +"It is good," he continued after a pause, "to find anything so restful +as this in London. After one has been fretting about business all day, +about getting on, meeting obligations, and parrying dangers, I do not +know what one would do if it were not for such pacific corners." He +spoke with long pauses between the sentences. "You must know a little +of the irksome labour of the world, or you would not be here. But +I doubt if you can be so brain-weary and footsore as I am ... Bah! +Sometimes I doubt if the game is worth the candle. I feel inclined to +throw the whole thing over--name, wealth, and position--and take to +some modest trade. But I know if I abandoned my ambition--hardly as +she uses me--I should have nothing but remorse left for the rest of my +days." + +He became silent. I looked at him in astonishment. If ever I saw a man +hopelessly hard-up it was the man in front of me. He was ragged and he +was dirty, unshaven and unkempt; he looked as though he had been left +in a dust-bin for a week. And he was talking to _me_ of the irksome +worries of a large business. I almost laughed outright. Either he was +mad or playing a sorry jest on his own poverty. + +"If high aims and high positions," said I, "have their drawbacks of +hard work and anxiety, they have their compensations. Influence, +the power of doing good, of assisting those weaker and poorer than +ourselves; and there is even a certain gratification in display...." + +My banter under the circumstances was in very vile taste. I spoke on +the spur of the contrast of his appearance and speech. I was sorry +even while I was speaking. + +He turned a haggard but very composed face upon me. Said he: "I forget +myself. Of course you would not understand." + +He measured me for a moment. "No doubt it is very absurd. You will not +believe me even when I tell you, so that it is fairly safe to tell +you. And it will be a comfort to tell someone. I really have a big +business in hand, a very big business. But there are troubles just +now. The fact is ... I make diamonds." + +"I suppose," said I, "you are out of work just at present?" + +"I am sick of being disbelieved," he said impatiently, and suddenly +unbuttoning his wretched coat he pulled out a little canvas bag that +was hanging by a cord round his neck. From this he produced a brown +pebble. "I wonder if you know enough to know what that is?" He handed +it to me. + +Now, a year or so ago, I had occupied my leisure in taking a London +science degree, so that I have a smattering of physics and mineralogy. +The thing was not unlike an uncut diamond of the darker sort, though +far too large, being almost as big as the top of my thumb. I took it, +and saw it had the form of a regular octahedron, with the curved faces +peculiar to the most precious of minerals. I took out my penknife and +tried to scratch it--vainly. Leaning forward towards the gas-lamp, I +tried the thing on my watch-glass, and scored a white line across that +with the greatest ease. + +I looked at my interlocutor with rising curiosity. "It certainly is +rather like a diamond. But, if so, it is a Behemoth of diamonds. Where +did you get it?" + +"I tell you I made it," he said. "Give it back to me." + +He replaced it hastily and buttoned his jacket. "I will sell it you +for one hundred pounds," he suddenly whispered eagerly. With that my +suspicions returned. The thing might, after all, be merely a lump +of that almost equally hard substance, corundum, with an accidental +resemblance in shape to the diamond. Or if it was a diamond, how came +he by it, and why should he offer it at a hundred pounds? + +We looked into one another's eyes. He seemed eager, but honestly +eager. At that moment I believed it was a diamond he was trying to +sell. Yet I am a poor man, a hundred pounds would leave a visible gap +in my fortunes and no sane man would buy a diamond by gaslight from a +ragged tramp on his personal warranty only. Still, a diamond that size +conjured up a vision of many thousands of pounds. Then, thought I, +such a stone could scarcely exist without being mentioned in every +book on gems, and again I called to mind the stories of contraband and +light-fingered Kaffirs at the Cape. I put the question of purchase on +one side. + +"How did you get it?" said I. + +"I made it." + +I had heard something of Moissan, but I knew his artificial diamonds +were very small. I shook my head. + +"You seem to know something of this kind of thing. I will tell you +a little about myself. Perhaps then you may think better of the +purchase." He turned round with his back to the river, and put his +hands in his pockets. He sighed. "I know you will not believe me." + +"Diamonds," he began--and as he spoke his voice lost its faint flavour +of the tramp and assumed something of the easy tone of an educated +man--"are to be made by throwing carbon out of combination in a +suitable flux and under a suitable pressure; the carbon crystallises +out, not as black-lead or charcoal-powder, but as small diamonds. So +much has been known to chemists for years, but no one yet has hit upon +exactly the right flux in which to melt up the carbon, or exactly the +right pressure for the best results. Consequently the diamonds made by +chemists are small and dark, and worthless as jewels. Now I, you know, +have given up my life to this problem--given my life to it. + +"I began to work at the conditions of diamond making when I was +seventeen, and now I am thirty-two. It seemed to me that it might take +all the thought and energies of a man for ten years, or twenty years, +but, even if it did, the game was still worth the candle. Suppose one +to have at last just hit the right trick, before the secret got out +and diamonds became as common as coal, one might realise millions. +Millions!" + +He paused and looked for my sympathy. His eyes shone hungrily. "To +think," said he, "that I am on the verge of it all, and here! + +"I had," he proceeded, "about a thousand pounds when I was twenty-one, +and this, I thought, eked out by a little teaching, would keep my +researches going. A year or two was spent in study, at Berlin chiefly, +and then I continued on my own account. The trouble was the secrecy. +You see, if once I had let out what I was doing, other men might have +been spurred on by my belief in the practicability of the idea; and I +do not pretend to be such a genius as to have been sure of coming in +first, in the case of a race for the discovery. And you see it was +important that if I really meant to make a pile, people should not +know it was an artificial process and capable of turning out diamonds +by the ton. So I had to work all alone. At first I had a little +laboratory, but as my resources began to run out I had to conduct my +experiments in a wretched unfurnished room in Kentish Town, where I +slept at last on a straw mattress on the floor among all my apparatus. +The money simply flowed away. I grudged myself everything except +scientific appliances. I tried to keep things going by a little +teaching, but I am not a very good teacher, and I have no university +degree, nor very much education except in chemistry, and I found I had +to give a lot of time and labour for precious little money. But I got +nearer and nearer the thing. Three years ago I settled the problem of +the composition of the flux, and got near the pressure by putting +this flux of mine and a certain carbon composition into a closed-up +gun-barrel, filling up with water, sealing tightly, and heating." + +He paused. + +"Rather risky," said I. + +"Yes. It burst, and smashed all my windows and a lot of my apparatus; +but I got a kind of diamond powder nevertheless. Following out the +problem of getting a big pressure upon the molten mixture from +which the things were to crystallise, I hit upon some researches of +Daubree's at the Paris _Laboratorie des Poudres et Salpetres_. He +exploded dynamite in a tightly screwed steel cylinder, too strong to +burst, and I found he could crush rocks into a muck not unlike the +South African bed in which diamonds are found. It was a tremendous +strain on my resources, but I got a steel cylinder made for my purpose +after his pattern. I put in all my stuff and my explosives, built up +a fire in my furnace, put the whole concern in, and--went out for a +walk." + +I could not help laughing at his matter-of-fact manner. "Did you not +think it would blow up the house? Were there other people in the +place?" + +"It was in the interest of science," he said, ultimately. "There was a +costermonger family on the floor below, a begging-letter writer in the +room behind mine, and two flower-women were upstairs. Perhaps it was a +bit thoughtless. But possibly some of them were out. + +"When I came back the thing was just where I left it, among the +white-hot coals. The explosive hadn't burst the case. And then I had +a problem to face. You know time is an important element in +crystallisation. If you hurry the process the crystals are small--it +is only by prolonged standing that they grow to any size. I resolved +to let this apparatus cool for two years, letting the temperature go +down slowly during that time. And I was now quite out of money; and +with a big fire and the rent of my room, as well as my hunger to +satisfy, I had scarcely a penny in the world. + +"I can hardly tell you all the shifts I was put to while I was making +the diamonds. I have sold newspapers, held horses, opened cab-doors. +For many weeks I addressed envelopes. I had a place as assistant to +a man who owned a barrow, and used to call down one side of the road +while he called down the other. Once for a week I had absolutely +nothing to do, and I begged. What a week that was! One day the fire +was going out and I had eaten nothing all day, and a little chap +taking his girl out, gave me sixpence--to show-off. Thank heaven for +vanity! How the fish-shops smelt! But I went and spent it all on +coals, and had the furnace bright red again, and then--Well, hunger +makes a fool of a man. + +"At last, three weeks ago, I let the fire out. I took my cylinder and +unscrewed it while it was still so hot that it punished my hands, and +I scraped out the crumbling lava-like mass with a chisel, and hammered +it into a powder upon an iron plate. And I found three big diamonds +and five small ones. As I sat on the floor hammering, my door opened, +and my neighbour, the begging-letter writer, came in. He was +drunk--as he usually is. ''Nerchist,' said he. 'You're drunk,' said I. +''Structive scoundrel,' said he. 'Go to your father,' said I, meaning +the Father of Lies. 'Never you mind,' said he, and gave me a cunning +wink, and hiccuped, and leaning up against the door, with his other +eye against the door-post, began to babble of how he had been prying +in my room, and how he had gone to the police that morning, and how +they had taken down everything he had to say--''siffiwas a ge'm,' said +he. Then I suddenly realised I was in a hole. Either I should have +to tell these police my little secret, and get the whole thing blown +upon, or be lagged as an Anarchist. So I went up to my neighbour +and took him by the collar, and rolled him about a bit, and then I +gathered up my diamonds and cleared out. The evening newspapers called +my den the Kentish-Town Bomb Factory. And now I cannot part with the +things for love or money. + +"If I go in to respectable jewellers they ask me to wait, and go and +whisper to a clerk to fetch a policeman, and then I say I cannot wait. +And I found out a receiver of stolen goods, and he simply stuck to +the one I gave him and told me to prosecute if I wanted it back. I am +going about now with several hundred thousand pounds-worth of diamonds +round my neck, and without either food or shelter. You are the first +person I have taken into my confidence. But I like your face and I am +hard-driven." + +He looked into my eyes. + +"It would be madness," said I, "for me to buy a diamond under the +circumstances. Besides, I do not carry hundreds of pounds about in my +pocket. Yet I more than half believe your story. I will, if you like, +do this: come to my office to-morrow...." + +"You think I am a thief!" said he keenly. "You will tell the police. I +am not coming into a trap." + +"Somehow I am assured you are no thief. Here is my card. Take that, +anyhow. You need not come to any appointment. Come when you will." + +He took the card, and an earnest of my good-will. + +"Think better of it and come," said I. + +He shook his head doubtfully. "I will pay back your half-crown with +interest some day--such interest as will amaze you," said he. "Anyhow, +you will keep the secret?... Don't follow me." + +He crossed the road and went into the darkness towards the little +steps under the archway leading into Essex Street, and I let him go. +And that was the last I ever saw of him. + +Afterwards I had two letters from him asking me to send +bank-notes--not cheques--to certain addresses. I weighed the matter +over, and took what I conceived to be the wisest course. Once he +called upon me when I was out. My urchin described him as a very thin, +dirty, and ragged man, with a dreadful cough. He left no message. That +was the finish of him so far as my story goes. I wonder sometimes what +has become of him. Was he an ingenious monomaniac, or a fraudulent +dealer in pebbles, or has he really made diamonds as he asserted? The +latter is just sufficiently credible to make me think at times that +I have missed the most brilliant opportunity of my life. He may of +course be dead, and his diamonds carelessly thrown aside--one, I +repeat, was almost as big as my thumb. Or he may be still wandering +about trying to sell the things. It is just possible he may yet emerge +upon society, and, passing athwart my heavens in the serene altitude +sacred to the wealthy and the well-advertised, reproach me silently +for my want of enterprise. I sometimes think I might at least have +risked five pounds. + + + + +AEPYORNIS ISLAND + + +The man with the scarred face leant over the table and looked at my +bundle. + +"Orchids?" he asked. + +"A few," I said. + +"Cypripediums," he said. + +"Chiefly," said I. + +"Anything new? I thought not. _I_ did these islands +twenty-five--twenty-seven years ago. If you find anything new +here--well it's brand new. I didn't leave much." + +"I'm not a collector," said I. + +"I was young then," he went on. "Lord! how I used to fly round." He +seemed to take my measure. "I was in the East Indies two years, and in +Brazil seven. Then I went to Madagascar." + +"I know a few explorers by name," I said, anticipating a yarn. "Whom +did you collect for?" + +"Dawsons. I wonder if you've heard the name of Butcher ever?" + +"Butcher--Butcher?" The name seemed vaguely present in my memory; then I +recalled _Butcher_ v. _Dawson_. "Why!" said I, "you are the man who sued +them for four years' salary--got cast away on a desert island ..." + +"Your servant," said the man with the scar, bowing. "Funny case, +wasn't it? Here was me, making a little fortune on that island, doing +nothing for it neither, and them quite unable to give me notice. It +often used to amuse me thinking over it while I was there. I did +calculations of it--big--all over the blessed atoll in ornamental +figuring." + +"How did it happen?" said I. "I don't rightly remember the case." + +"Well.... You've heard of the Aepyornis?" + +"Rather. Andrews was telling me of a new species he was working on +only a month or so ago. Just before I sailed. They've got a thigh +bone, it seems, nearly a yard long. Monster the thing must have been!" + +"I believe you," said the man with the scar. "It _was_ a monster. +Sinbad's roc was just a legend of 'em. But when did they find these +bones?" + +"Three or four years ago--'91, I fancy. Why?" + +"Why? Because _I_ found 'em--Lord!--it's nearly twenty years ago. If +Dawsons hadn't been silly about that salary they might have made a +perfect ring in 'em.... _I_ couldn't help the infernal boat going +adrift." + +He paused, "I suppose it's the same place. A kind of swamp about +ninety miles north of Antananarivo. Do you happen to know? You have +to go to it along the coast by boats. You don't happen to remember, +perhaps?" + +"I don't. I fancy Andrews said something about a swamp." + +"It must be the same. It's on the east coast. And somehow there's +something in the water that keeps things from decaying. Like creosote +it smells. It reminded me of Trinidad. Did they get any more eggs? +Some of the eggs I found were a foot-and-a-half long. The swamp goes +circling round, you know, and cuts off this bit. It's mostly salt, +too. Well.... What a time I had of it! I found the things quite by +accident. We went for eggs, me and two native chaps, in one of those +rum canoes all tied together, and found the bones at the same time. We +had a tent and provisions for four days, and we pitched on one of the +firmer places. To think of it brings that odd tarry smell back even +now. It's funny work. You go probing into the mud with iron rods, you +know. Usually the egg gets smashed. I wonder how long it is since +these Aepyornises really lived. The missionaries say the natives have +legends about when they were alive, but I never heard any such stories +myself.[A] But certainly those eggs we got were as fresh as if they +had been new laid. Fresh! Carrying them down to the boat one of my +nigger chaps dropped one on a rock and it smashed. How I lammed into +the beggar! But sweet it was, as if it was new laid, not even smelly, +and its mother dead these four hundred years, perhaps. Said a +centipede had bit him. However, I'm getting off the straight with the +story. It had taken us all day to dig into the slush and get these +eggs out unbroken, and we were all covered with beastly black mud, and +naturally I was cross. So far as I knew they were the only eggs that +have ever been got out not even cracked. I went afterwards to see the +ones they have at the Natural History Museum in London; all of them +were cracked and just stuck together like a mosaic, and bits missing. +Mine were perfect, and I meant to blow them when I got back. Naturally +I was annoyed at the silly duffer dropping three hours' work just on +account of a centipede. I hit him about rather." + +[Footnote A: No European is known to have seen a live Aepyornis, +with the doubtful exception of MacAndrew, who visited Madagascar in +1745.--H.G.W.] + +The man with the scar took out a clay pipe. I placed my pouch before +him. He filled up absent-mindedly. + +"How about the others? Did you get those home? I don't remember--" + +"That's the queer part of the story. I had three others. Perfectly +fresh eggs. Well, we put 'em in the boat, and then I went up to +the tent to make some coffee, leaving my two heathens down by the +beach--the one fooling about with his sting and the other helping him. +It never occurred to me that the beggars would take advantage of +the peculiar position I was in to pick a quarrel. But I suppose the +centipede poison and the kicking I had given him had upset the one--he +was always a cantankerous sort--and he persuaded the other. + +"I remember I was sitting and smoking and boiling up the water over a +spirit-lamp business I used to take on these expeditions. Incidentally +I was admiring the swamp under the sunset. All black and blood-red it +was, in streaks--a beautiful sight. And up beyond the land rose grey +and hazy to the hills, and the sky behind them red, like a furnace +mouth. And fifty yards behind the back of me was these blessed +heathen--quite regardless of the tranquil air of things--plotting +to cut off with the boat and leave me all alone with three days' +provisions and a canvas tent, and nothing to drink whatsoever, beyond +a little keg of water. I heard a kind of yelp behind me, and there +they were in this canoe affair--it wasn't properly a boat--and, +perhaps, twenty yards from land. I realised what was up in a moment. +My gun was in the tent, and, besides, I had no bullets--only duck +shot. They knew that. But I had a little revolver in my pocket, and I +pulled that out as I ran down to the beach. + +"'Come back!' says I, flourishing it. + +"They jabbered something at me, and the man that broke the egg jeered. +I aimed at the other--because he was unwounded and had the paddle, and +I missed. They laughed. However, I wasn't beat. I knew I had to keep +cool, and I tried him again and made him jump with the whang of it. +He didn't laugh that time. The third time I got his head, and over +he went, and the paddle with him. It was a precious lucky shot for a +revolver. I reckon it was fifty yards. He went right under. I don't +know if he was shot, or simply stunned and drowned. Then I began to +shout to the other chap to come back, but he huddled up in the canoe +and refused to answer. So I fired out my revolver at him and never got +near him. + +"I felt a precious fool, I can tell you. There I was on this rotten, +black beach, flat swamp all behind me, and the flat sea, cold after +the sunset, and just this black canoe drifting steadily out to sea. I +tell you I damned Dawsons and Jamrachs and Museums and all the rest +of it just to rights. I bawled to this nigger to come back, until my +voice went up into a scream. + +"There was nothing for it but to swim after him and take my luck with +the sharks. So I opened my clasp-knife and put it in my mouth, and +took off my clothes and waded in. As soon as I was in the water I lost +sight of the canoe, but I aimed, as I judged, to head it off. I hoped +the man in it was too bad to navigate it, and that it would keep on +drifting in the same direction. Presently it came up over the horizon +again to the south-westward about. The afterglow of sunset was well +over now and the dim of night creeping up. The stars were coming +through the blue. I swum like a champion, though my legs and arms were +soon aching. + +"However, I came up to him by the time the stars were fairly out. +As it got darker I began to see all manner of glowing things in the +water--phosphorescence, you know. At times it made me giddy. I hardly +knew which was stars and which was phosphorescence, and whether I was +swimming on my head or my heels. The canoe was as black as sin, and +the ripple under the bows like liquid fire. I was naturally chary of +clambering up into it. I was anxious to see what he was up to first. +He seemed to be lying cuddled up in a lump in the bows, and the stern +was all out of water. The thing kept turning round slowly as it +drifted--kind of waltzing, don't you know. I went to the stern, and +pulled it down, expecting him to wake up. Then I began to clamber in +with my knife in my hand, and ready for a rush. But he never stirred. +So there I sat in the stern of the little canoe, drifting away over +the calm phosphorescent sea, and with all the host of the stars above +me, waiting for something to happen. + +"After a long time I called him by name, but he never answered. I was +too tired to take any risks by going along to him. So we sat there. I +fancy I dozed once or twice. When the dawn came I saw he was as dead +as a doornail and all puffed up and purple. My three eggs and the +bones were lying in the middle of the canoe, and the keg of water and +some coffee and biscuits wrapped in a Cape _Argus_ by his feet, and a +tin of methylated spirit underneath him. There was no paddle, nor, in +fact, anything except the spirit-tin that one could use as one, so +I settled to drift until I was picked up. I held an inquest on him, +brought in a verdict against some snake, scorpion, or centipede +unknown, and sent him overboard. + +"After that I had a drink of water and a few biscuits, and took a +look round. I suppose a man low down as I was don't see very far; +leastways, Madagascar was clean out of sight, and any trace of land at +all. I saw a sail going south-westward--looked like a schooner, but +her hull never came up. Presently the sun got high in the sky and +began to beat down upon me. Lord! It pretty near made my brains boil. +I tried dipping my head in the sea, but after a while my eye fell on +the Cape _Argus_, and I lay down flat in the canoe and spread this +over me. Wonderful things these newspapers! I never read one through +thoroughly before, but it's odd what you get up to when you're alone, +as I was. I suppose I read that blessed old Cape _Argus_ twenty times. +The pitch in the canoe simply reeked with the heat and rose up into +big blisters. + +"I drifted ten days," said the man with the scar. "It's a little thing +in the telling, isn't it? Every day was like the last. Except in the +morning and the evening I never kept a look-out even--the blaze was so +infernal. I didn't see a sail after the first three days, and those +I saw took no notice of me. About the sixth night a ship went by +scarcely half a mile away from me, with all its lights ablaze and its +ports open, looking like a big firefly. There was music aboard. I +stood up and shouted and screamed at it. The second day I broached one +of the Aepyornis eggs, scraped the shell away at the end bit by bit, +and tried it, and I was glad to find it was good enough to eat. A bit +flavoury--not bad, I mean--but with something of the taste of a duck's +egg. There was a kind of circular patch, about six inches across, on +one side of the yolk, and with streaks of blood and a white mark like +a ladder in it that I thought queer, but I did not understand what +this meant at the time, and I wasn't inclined to be particular. The +egg lasted me three days, with biscuits and a drink of water. I chewed +coffee berries too--invigorating stuff. The second egg I opened about +the eighth day, and it scared me." + +The man with the scar paused. "Yes," he said, "developing." + +"I dare say you find it hard to believe. _I_ did, with the thing +before me. There the egg had been, sunk in that cold black mud, +perhaps three hundred years. But there was no mistaking it. There was +the--what is it?--embryo, with its big head and curved back, and its +heart beating under its throat, and the yolk shrivelled up and great +membranes spreading inside of the shell and all over the yolk. Here +was I hatching out the eggs of the biggest of all extinct birds, in a +little canoe in the midst of the Indian Ocean. If old Dawson had known +that! It was worth four years' salary. What do _you_ think? + +"However, I had to eat that precious thing up, every bit of it, before +I sighted the reef, and some of the mouthfuls were beastly unpleasant. +I left the third one alone. I held it up to the light, but the shell +was too thick for me to get any notion of what might be happening +inside; and though I fancied I heard blood pulsing, it might have been +the rustle in my own ears, like what you listen to in a seashell. + +"Then came the atoll. Came out of the sunrise, as it were, suddenly, +close up to me. I drifted straight towards it until I was about half a +mile from shore, not more, and then the current took a turn, and I had +to paddle as hard as I could with my hands and bits of the Aepyornis +shell to make the place. However, I got there. It was just a common +atoll about four miles round, with a few trees growing and a spring in +one place, and the lagoon full of parrot-fish. I took the egg ashore +and put it in a good place well above the tide lines and in the sun, +to give it all the chance I could, and pulled the canoe up safe, and +loafed about prospecting. It's rum how dull an atoll is. As soon as I +had found a spring all the interest seemed to vanish. When I was a kid +I thought nothing could be finer or more adventurous than the Robinson +Crusoe business, but that place was as monotonous as a book of +sermons. I went round finding eatable things and generally thinking; +but I tell you I was bored to death before the first day was out. +It shows my luck--the very day I landed the weather changed. A +thunderstorm went by to the north and flicked its wing over the +island, and in the night there came a drencher and a howling wind slap +over us. It wouldn't have taken much, you know, to upset that canoe. + +"I was sleeping under the canoe, and the egg was luckily among the +sand higher up the beach, and the first thing I remember was a sound +like a hundred pebbles hitting the boat at once, and a rush of water +over my body. I'd been dreaming of Antananarivo, and I sat up and +holloaed to Intoshi to ask her what the devil was up, and clawed out +at the chair where the matches used to be. Then I remembered where I +was. There were phosphorescent waves rolling up as if they meant to +eat me, and all the rest of the night as black as pitch. The air was +simply yelling. The clouds seemed down on your head almost, and the +rain fell as if heaven was sinking and they were baling out the waters +above the firmament. One great roller came writhing at me, like a +fiery serpent, and I bolted. Then I thought of the canoe, and ran down +to it as the water went hissing back again; but the thing had gone. I +wondered about the egg then, and felt my way to it. It was all right +and well out of reach of the maddest waves, so I sat down beside it +and cuddled it for company. Lord! what a night that was! + +"The storm was over before the morning. There wasn't a rag of cloud +left in the sky when the dawn came, and all along the beach there were +bits of plank scattered--which was the disarticulated skeleton, so to +speak, of my canoe. However, that gave me something to do, for, taking +advantage of two of the trees being together, I rigged up a kind of +storm-shelter with these vestiges. And that day the egg hatched. + +"Hatched, sir, when my head was pillowed on it and I was asleep. I +heard a whack and felt a jar and sat up, and there was the end of the +egg pecked out and a rum little brown head looking out at me. 'Lord!' +I said, 'you're welcome'; and with a little difficulty he came out. + +"He was a nice friendly little chap, at first, about the size of a +small hen--very much like most other young birds, only bigger. His +plumage was a dirty brown to begin with, with a sort of grey scab that +fell off it very soon, and scarcely feathers--a kind of downy hair. I +can hardly express how pleased I was to see him. I tell you, Robinson +Crusoe don't make near enough of his loneliness. But here was +interesting company. He looked at me and winked his eye from the front +backwards, like a hen, and gave a chirp and began to peck about at +once, as though being hatched three hundred years too late was just +nothing. 'Glad to see you, Man Friday!' says I, for I had naturally +settled he was to be called Man Friday if ever he was hatched, as +soon as ever I found the egg in the canoe had developed. I was a bit +anxious about his feed, so I gave him a lump of raw parrot-fish at +once. He took it, and opened his beak for more. I was glad of that, +for, under the circumstances, if he'd been at all fanciful, I should +have had to eat him after all. You'd be surprised what an interesting +bird that Aepyornis chick was. He followed me about from the very +beginning. He used to stand by me and watch while I fished in the +lagoon, and go shares in anything I caught. And he was sensible, too. +There were nasty green warty things, like pickled gherkins, used to +lie about on the beach, and he tried one of these and it upset him. He +never even looked at any of them again. + +"And he grew. You could almost see him grow. And as I was never much +of a society man his quiet, friendly ways suited me to a T. For nearly +two years we were as happy as we could be on that island. I had no +business worries, for I knew my salary was mounting up at Dawsons'. We +would see a sail now and then, but nothing ever came near us. I +amused myself, too, by decorating the island with designs worked in +sea-urchins and fancy shells of various kinds. I put AEPYORNIS ISLAND +all round the place very nearly, in big letters, like what you see +done with coloured stones at railway stations in the old country, and +mathematical calculations and drawings of various sorts. And I used to +lie watching the blessed bird stalking round and growing, growing; and +think how I could make a living out of him by showing him about if I +ever got taken off. After his first moult he began to get handsome, +with a crest and a blue wattle, and a lot of green feathers at the +behind of him. And then I used to puzzle whether Dawsons had any right +to claim him or not. Stormy weather and in the rainy season we lay +snug under the shelter I had made out of the old canoe, and I used to +tell him lies about my friends at home. And after a storm we would go +round the island together to see if there was any drift. It was a kind +of idyll, you might say. If only I had had some tobacco it would have +been simply just like Heaven. + +"It was about the end of the second year our little paradise went +wrong. Friday was then about fourteen feet high to the bill of him, +with a big, broad head like the end of a pickaxe, and two huge brown +eyes with yellow rims, set together like a man's--not out of sight +of each other like a hen's. His plumage was fine--none of the +half-mourning style of your ostrich--more like a cassowary as far as +colour and texture go. And then it was he began to cock his comb at me +and give himself airs, and show signs of a nasty temper.... + +"At last came a time when my fishing had been rather unlucky, and he +began to hang about me in a queer, meditative way. I thought he might +have been eating sea-cucumbers or something, but it was really just +discontent on his part. I was hungry too, and when at last I landed a +fish I wanted it for myself. Tempers were short that morning on both +sides. He pecked at it and grabbed it, and I gave him a whack on the +head to make him leave go. And at that he went for me. Lord!... + +"He gave me this in the face." The man indicated his scar. "Then he +kicked me. It was like a cart-horse. I got up, and seeing he hadn't +finished, I started off full tilt with my arms doubled up over my +face. But he ran on those gawky legs of his faster than a racehorse, +and kept landing out at me with sledge hammer kicks, and bringing his +pickaxe down on the back of my head. I made for the lagoon, and went +in up to my neck. He stopped at the water, for he hated getting his +feet wet, and began to make a shindy, something like a peacock's, only +hoarser. He started strutting up and down the beach. I'll admit I felt +small to see this blessed fossil lording it there. And my head and +face were all bleeding, and--well, my body just one jelly of bruises. + +"I decided to swim across the lagoon and leave him alone for a bit, +until the affair blew over. I shinned up the tallest palm-tree, and +sat there thinking of it all. I don't suppose I ever felt so hurt +by anything before or since. It was the brutal ingratitude of the +creature. I'd been more than a brother to him. I'd hatched him, +educated him. A great gawky, out-of-date bird! And me a human +being--heir of the ages and all that. + +"I thought after a time he'd begin to see things in that light +himself, and feel a little sorry for his behaviour. I thought if I +was to catch some nice little bits of fish, perhaps, and go to him +presently in a casual kind of way, and offer them to him, he might do +the sensible thing. It took me some time to learn how unforgiving and +cantankerous an extinct bird can be. Malice! + +"I won't tell you all the little devices I tried to get that bird +round again. I simply can't. It makes my cheek burn with shame even +now to think of the snubs and buffets I had from this infernal +curiosity. I tried violence. I chucked lumps of coral at him from a +safe distance, but he only swallowed them. I shied my open knife at +him and almost lost it, though it was too big for him to swallow. I +tried starving him out and struck fishing, but he took to picking +along the beach at low water after worms, and rubbed along on that. +Half my time I spent up to my neck in the lagoon, and the rest up the +palm-trees. One of them was scarcely high enough, and when he caught +me up it he had a regular Bank Holiday with the calves of my legs. +It got unbearable. I don't know if you have ever tried sleeping up a +palm-tree. It gave me the most horrible nightmares. Think of the shame +of it, too! Here was this extinct animal mooning about my island like +a sulky duke, and me not allowed to rest the sole of my foot on the +place. I used to cry with weariness and vexation. I told him straight +that I didn't mean to be chased about a desert island by any damned +anachronisms. I told him to go and peck a navigator of his own age. +But he only snapped his beak at me. Great ugly bird--all legs and +neck! + +"I shouldn't like to say how long that went on altogether. I'd have +killed him sooner if I'd known how. However, I hit on a way of +settling him at last. It is a South American dodge. I joined all my +fishing-lines together with stems of seaweed and things and made +a stoutish string, perhaps twelve yards in length or more, and I +fastened two lumps of coral rock to the ends of this. It took me some +time to do, because every now and then I had to go into the lagoon or +up a tree as the fancy took me. This I whirled rapidly round my head, +and then let it go at him. The first time I missed, but the next time +the string caught his legs beautifully, and wrapped round them again +and again. Over he went. I threw it standing waist-deep in the lagoon, +and as soon as he went down I was out of the water and sawing at his +neck with my knife ... + +"I don't like to think of that even now. I felt like a murderer while +I did it, though my anger was hot against him. When I stood over him +and saw him bleeding on the white sand, and his beautiful great legs +and neck writhing in his last agony ... Pah! + +"With that tragedy loneliness came upon me like a curse. Good Lord! +you can't imagine how I missed that bird. I sat by his corpse and +sorrowed over him, and shivered as I looked round the desolate, silent +reef. I thought of what a jolly little bird he had been when he was +hatched, and of a thousand pleasant tricks he had played before he +went wrong. I thought if I'd only wounded him I might have nursed him +round into a better understanding. If I'd had any means of digging +into the coral rock I'd have buried him. I felt exactly as if he was +human. As it was, I couldn't think of eating him, so I put him in the +lagoon, and the little fishes picked him clean. I didn't even save the +feathers. Then one day a chap cruising about in a yacht had a fancy to +see if my atoll still existed. + +"He didn't come a moment too soon, for I was about sick enough of the +desolation of it, and only hesitating whether I should walk out into +the sea and finish up the business that way, or fall back on the green +things.... + +"I sold the bones to a man named Winslow--a dealer near the British +Museum, and he says he sold them to old Havers. It seems Havers didn't +understand they were extra large, and it was only after his death they +attracted attention. They called 'em Aepyornis--what was it?" + +"_Aepyornis vastus_," said I. "It's funny, the very thing was +mentioned to me by a friend of mine. When they found an Aepyornis, +with a thigh a yard long, they thought they had reached the top of +the scale, and called him _Aepyornis maximus_. Then someone turned +up another thighbone four feet six or more, and that they called +_Aepyornis Titan_. Then your _vastus_ was found after old Havers died, +in his collection, and then a _vastissimus_ turned up." + +"Winslow was telling me as much," said the man with the scar. "If they +get any more Aepyornises, he reckons some scientific swell will go +and burst a bloodvessel. But it was a queer thing to happen to a man; +wasn't it--altogether?" + + + + +THE REMARKABLE CASE OF DAVIDSON'S EYES + + +The transitory mental aberration of Sidney Davidson, remarkable enough +in itself, is still more remarkable if Wade's explanation is to +be credited. It sets one dreaming of the oddest possibilities of +intercommunication in the future, of spending an intercalary five +minutes on the other side of the world, or being watched in our most +secret operations by unsuspected eyes. It happened that I was the +immediate witness of Davidson's seizure, and so it falls naturally to +me to put the story upon paper. + +When I say that I was the immediate witness of his seizure, I mean +that I was the first on the scene. The thing happened at the Harlow +Technical College, just beyond the Highgate Archway. He was alone in +the larger laboratory when the thing happened. I was in a smaller +room, where the balances are, writing up some notes. The thunderstorm +had completely upset my work, of course. It was just after one of the +louder peals that I thought I heard some glass smash in the other +room. I stopped writing, and turned round to listen. For a moment +I heard nothing; the hail was playing the devil's tattoo on the +corrugated zinc of the roof. Then came another sound, a smash--no +doubt of it this time. Something heavy had been knocked off the bench. +I jumped up at once and went and opened the door leading into the big +laboratory. + +I was surprised to hear a queer sort of laugh, and saw Davidson +standing unsteadily in the middle of the room, with a dazzled look on +his face. My first impression was that he was drunk. He did not notice +me. He was clawing out at something invisible a yard in front of his +face. He put out his hand, slowly, rather hesitatingly, and then +clutched nothing. "What's come to it?" he said. He held up his hands +to his face, fingers spread out. "Great Scot!" he said. The thing +happened three or four years ago, when everyone swore by that +personage. Then he began raising his feet clumsily, as though he had +expected to find them glued to the floor. + +"Davidson!" cried I. "What's the matter with you?" He turned round in +my direction and looked about for me. He looked over me and at me +and on either side of me, without the slightest sign of seeing me. +"Waves," he said; "and a remarkably neat schooner. I'd swear that was +Bellows' voice. _Hullo_!" He shouted suddenly at the top of his voice. + +I thought he was up to some foolery. Then I saw littered about his +feet the shattered remains of the best of our electrometers. "What's +up, man?" said I. "You've smashed the electrometer!" + +"Bellows again!" said he. "Friends left, if my hands are gone. +Something about electrometers. Which way _are_ you, Bellows?" He +suddenly came staggering towards me. "The damned stuff cuts like +butter," he said. He walked straight into the bench and recoiled. +"None so buttery that!" he said, and stood swaying. + +I felt scared. "Davidson," said I, "what on earth's come over you?" + +He looked round him in every direction. "I could swear that was +Bellows. Why don't you show yourself like a man, Bellows?" + +It occurred to me that he must be suddenly struck blind. I walked +round the table and laid my hand upon his arm. I never saw a man more +startled in my life. He jumped away from me, and came round into an +attitude of self-defence, his face fairly distorted with terror. "Good +God!" he cried. "What was that?" + +"It's I--Bellows. Confound it, Davidson!" + +He jumped when I answered him and stared--how can I express it?--right +through me. He began talking, not to me, but to himself. "Here in +broad daylight on a clear beach. Not a place to hide in." He looked +about him wildly. "Here! I'm _off_." He suddenly turned and ran +headlong into the big electro-magnet--so violently that, as we found +afterwards, he bruised his shoulder and jawbone cruelly. At that he +stepped back a pace, and cried out with almost a whimper, "What, in +heaven's name, has come over me?" He stood, blanched with terror and +trembling violently, with his right arm clutching his left, where that +had collided with the magnet. + +By that time I was excited and fairly scared. "Davidson," said I, +"don't be afraid." + +He was startled at my voice, but not so excessively as before. I +repeated my words in as clear and firm a tone as I could assume. +"Bellows," he said, "is that you?" + +"Can't you see it's me?" + +He laughed. "I can't even see it's myself. Where the devil are we?" + +"Here," said I, "in the laboratory." + +"The laboratory!" he answered, in a puzzled tone, and put his hand to +his forehead. "I _was_ in the laboratory--till that flash came, but +I'm hanged if I'm there now. What ship is that?" + +"There's no ship," said I. "Do be sensible, old chap." + +"No ship!" he repeated, and seemed to forget my denial forthwith. "I +suppose," said he, slowly, "we're both dead. But the rummy part is I +feel just as though I still had a body. Don't get used to it all at +once, I suppose. The old shop was struck by lightning, I suppose. +Jolly quick thing, Bellows--eigh?" + +"Don't talk nonsense. You're very much alive. You are in the +laboratory, blundering about. You've just smashed a new electrometer. +I don't envy you when Boyce arrives." + +He stared away from me towards the diagrams of cryohydrates. "I must +be deaf," said he. "They've fired a gun, for there goes the puff of +smoke, and I never heard a sound." + +I put my hand on his arm again, and this time he was less alarmed. "We +seem to have a sort of invisible bodies," said he. "By Jove! there's a +boat coming round the headland. It's very much like the old life after +all--in a different climate." + +I shook his arm. "Davidson," I cried, "wake up!" + + +II. + +It was just then that Boyce came in. So soon as he spoke Davidson +exclaimed: "Old Boyce! Dead too! What a lark!" I hastened to explain +that Davidson was in a kind of somnambulistic trance. Boyce was +interested at once. We both did all we could to rouse the fellow out +of his extraordinary state. He answered our questions, and asked +us some of his own, but his attention seemed distracted by his +hallucination about a beach and a ship. He kept interpolating +observations concerning some boat and the davits and sails filling +with the wind. It made one feel queer, in the dusky laboratory, to +hear him saying such things. + +He was blind and helpless. We had to walk him down the passage, one +at each elbow, to Boyce's private room, and while Boyce talked to +him there, and humoured him about this ship idea, I went along the +corridor and asked old Wade to come and look at him. The voice of our +Dean sobered him a little, but not very much. He asked where his hands +were, and why he had to walk about up to his waist in the ground. Wade +thought over him a long time--you know how he knits his brows--and +then made him feel the couch, guiding his hands to it. "That's a +couch," said Wade. "The couch in the private room of Professor Boyce. +Horsehair stuffing." + +Davidson felt about, and puzzled over it, and answered presently that +he could feel it all right, but he couldn't see it. + +"What _do_ you see?" asked Wade. Davidson said he could see nothing +but a lot of sand and broken-up shells. Wade gave him some other +things to feel, telling him what they were, and watching him keenly. + +"The ship is almost hull down," said Davidson, presently, _apropos_ of +nothing. + +"Never mind the ship," said Wade. "Listen to me, Davidson. Do you know +what hallucination means?" + +"Rather," said Davidson. + +"Well, everything you see is hallucinatory." + +"Bishop Berkeley," said Davidson. + +"Don't mistake me," said Wade. "You are alive and in this room of +Boyce's. But something has happened to your eyes. You cannot see; you +can feel and hear, but not see. Do you follow me?" + +"It seems to me that I see too much." Davidson rubbed his knuckles +into his eyes. "Well?" he said. + +"That's all. Don't let it perplex you. Bellows, here, and I will take +you home in a cab." + +"Wait a bit." Davidson thought. "Help me to sit down," said he, +presently; "and now--I'm sorry to trouble you--but will you tell me +all that over again?" + +Wade repeated it very patiently. Davidson shut his eyes, and pressed +his hands upon his forehead. "Yes," said he. "It's quite right. Now my +eyes are shut I know you're right. That's you, Bellows, sitting by me +on the couch. I'm in England again. And we're in the dark." + +Then he opened his eyes, "And there," said he, "is the sun just +rising, and the yards of the ship, and a tumbled sea, and a couple of +birds flying. I never saw anything so real. And I'm sitting up to my +neck in a bank of sand." + +He bent forward and covered his face with his hands. Then he opened +his eyes again. "Dark sea and sunrise! And yet I'm sitting on a sofa +in old Boyce's room! ... God help me!" + + +III. + +That was the beginning. For three weeks this strange affection of +Davidson's eyes continued unabated. It was far worse than being blind. +He was absolutely helpless, and had to be fed like a newly-hatched +bird, and led about and undressed. If he attempted to move he fell +over things or stuck himself against walls or doors. After a day or +so he got used to hearing our voices without seeing us, and willingly +admitted he was at home, and that Wade was right in what he told him. +My sister, to whom he was engaged, insisted on coming to see him, and +would sit for hours every day while he talked about this beach of his. +Holding her hand seemed to comfort him immensely. He explained that +when we left the College and drove home--he lived in Hampstead +village--it appeared to him as if we drove right through a +sandhill--it was perfectly black until he emerged again--and through +rocks and trees and solid obstacles, and when he was taken to his own +room it made him giddy and almost frantic with the fear of falling, +because going upstairs seemed to lift him thirty or forty feet above +the rocks of his imaginary island. He kept saying he should smash all +the eggs. The end was that he had to be taken down into his father's +consulting room and laid upon a couch that stood there. + +He described the island as being a bleak kind of place on the whole, +with very little vegetation, except some peaty stuff, and a lot of +bare rock. There were multitudes of penguins, and they made the rocks +white and disagreeable to see. The sea was often rough, and once there +was a thunderstorm, and he lay and shouted at the silent flashes. Once +or twice seals pulled up on the beach, but only on the first two or +three days. He said it was very funny the way in which the penguins +used to waddle right through him, and how he seemed to lie among them +without disturbing them. + +I remember one odd thing, and that was when he wanted very badly to +smoke. We put a pipe in his hands--he almost poked his eye out with +it--and lit it. But he couldn't taste anything. I've since found it's +the same with me--I don't know if it's the usual case--that I cannot +enjoy tobacco at all unless I can see the smoke. + +But the queerest part of his vision came when Wade sent him out in a +bath-chair to get fresh air. The Davidsons hired a chair, and got that +deaf and obstinate dependent of theirs, Widgery, to attend to it. +Widgery's ideas of healthy expeditions were peculiar. My sister, who +had been to the Dogs' Home, met them in Camden Town, towards King's +Cross, Widgery trotting along complacently, and Davidson evidently +most distressed, trying in his feeble, blind way to attract Widgery's +attention. + +He positively wept when my sister spoke to him. "Oh, get me out of +this horrible darkness!" he said, feeling for her hand. "I must get +out of it, or I shall die." He was quite incapable of explaining what +was the matter, but my sister decided he must go home, and presently, +as they went up hill towards Hampstead, the horror seemed to drop from +him. He said it was good to see the stars again, though it was then +about noon and a blazing day. + +"It seemed," he told me afterwards, "as if I was being carried +irresistibly towards the water. I was not very much alarmed at first. +Of course it was night there--a lovely night." + +"Of course?" I asked, for that struck me as odd. + +"Of course," said he. "It's always night there when it is day here.... +Well, we went right into the water, which was calm and shining under +the moonlight--just a broad swell that seemed to grow broader and +flatter as I came down into it. The surface glistened just like a +skin--it might have been empty space underneath for all I could tell +to the contrary. Very slowly, for I rode slanting into it, the water +crept up to my eyes. Then I went under and the skin seemed to break +and heal again about my eyes. The moon gave a jump up in the sky and +grew green and dim, and fish, faintly glowing, came darting round +me--and things that seemed made of luminous glass, and I passed +through a tangle of seaweeds that shone with an oily lustre. And so I +drove down into the sea, and the stars went out one by one, and the +moon grew greener and darker, and the seaweed became a luminous +purple-red. It was all very faint and mysterious, and everything +seemed to quiver. And all the while I could hear the wheels of the +bath-chair creaking, and the footsteps of people going by, and a man +in the distance selling the special _Pall Mall_. + +"I kept sinking down deeper and deeper into the water. It became inky +black about me, not a ray from above came down into that darkness, +and the phosphorescent things grew brighter and brighter. The snaky +branches of the deeper weeds flickered like the flames of spirit +lamps; but, after a time, there were no more weeds. The fishes came +staring and gaping towards me, and into me and through me. I never +imagined such fishes before. They had lines of fire along the sides +of them as though they had been outlined with a luminous pencil. And +there was a ghastly thing swimming backwards with a lot of twining +arms. And then I saw, coming very slowly towards me through the gloom, +a hazy mass of light that resolved itself as it drew nearer into +multitudes of fishes, struggling and darting round something that +drifted. I drove on straight towards it, and presently I saw in the +midst of the tumult, and by the light of the fish, a bit of splintered +spar looming over me, and a dark hull tilting over, and some glowing +phosphorescent forms that were shaken and writhed as the fish bit at +them. Then it was I began to try to attract Widgery's attention. +A horror came upon me. Ugh! I should have driven right into those +half-eaten--things. If your sister had not come! They had great holes +in them, Bellows, and ... Never mind. But it was ghastly!" + + +IV. + +For three weeks Davidson remained in this singular state, seeing what +at the time we imagined was an altogether phantasmal world, and stone +blind to the world around him. Then, one Tuesday, when I called I met +old Davidson in the passage. "He can see his thumb!" the old gentleman +said, in a perfect transport. He was struggling into his overcoat. "He +can see his thumb, Bellows!" he said, with the tears in his eyes. "The +lad will be all right yet." + +I rushed in to Davidson. He was holding up a little book before his +face, and looking at it and laughing in a weak kind of way. + +"It's amazing," said he. "There's a kind of patch come there." He +pointed with his finger. "I'm on the rocks as usual, and the penguins +are staggering and flapping about as usual, and there's been a whale +showing every now and then, but it's got too dark now to make him out. +But put something _there_, and I see it--I do see it. It's very dim +and broken in places, but I see it all the same, like a faint spectre +of itself. I found it out this morning while they were dressing me. +It's like a hole in this infernal phantom world. Just put your hand by +mine. No--not there. Ah! Yes! I see it. The base of your thumb and a +bit of cuff! It looks like the ghost of a bit of your hand sticking +out of the darkling sky. Just by it there's a group of stars like a +cross coming out." + +From that time Davidson began to mend. His account of the change, like +his account of the vision, was oddly convincing. Over patches of his +field of vision, the phantom world grew fainter, grew transparent, as +it were, and through these translucent gaps he began to see dimly +the real world about him. The patches grew in size and number, ran +together and spread until only here and there were blind spots left +upon his eyes. He was able to get up and steer himself about, feed +himself once more, read, smoke, and behave like an ordinary citizen +again. At first it was very confusing to him to have these two +pictures overlapping each other like the changing views of a lantern, +but in a little while he began to distinguish the real from the +illusory. + +At first he was unfeignedly glad, and seemed only too anxious to +complete his cure by taking exercise and tonics. But as that odd +island of his began to fade away from him, he became queerly +interested in it. He wanted particularly to go down into the deep sea +again, and would spend half his time wandering about the low lying +parts of London, trying to find the water-logged wreck he had seen +drifting. The glare of real daylight very soon impressed him so +vividly as to blot out everything of his shadowy world, but of a night +time, in a darkened room, he could still see the white-splashed rocks +of the island, and the clumsy penguins staggering to and fro. But even +these grew fainter and fainter, and, at last, soon after he married my +sister, he saw them for the last time. + + +V. + +And now to tell of the queerest thing of all. About two years after +his cure I dined with the Davidsons, and after dinner a man named +Atkins called in. He is a lieutenant in the Royal Navy, and +a pleasant, talkative man. He was on friendly terms with my +brother-in-law, and was soon on friendly terms with me. It came out +that he was engaged to Davidson's cousin, and incidentally he took +out a kind of pocket photograph case to show us a new rendering of +_fiancee_. "And, by-the-by," said he, "here's the old _Fulmar_." + +Davidson looked at it casually. Then suddenly his face lit up. "Good +heavens!" said he. "I could almost swear--" + +"What?" said Atkins. + +"That I had seen that ship before." + +"Don't see how you can have. She hasn't been out of the South Seas for +six years, and before then--" + +"But," began Davidson, and then, "Yes--that's the ship I dreamt of, +I'm sure that's the ship I dreamt of. She was standing off an island +that swarmed with penguins, and she fired a gun." + +"Good Lord!" said Atkins, who had now heard the particulars of the +seizure. "How the deuce could you dream that?" + +And then, bit by bit, it came out that on the very day Davidson was +seized, H.M.S. _Fulmar_ had actually been off a little rock to +the south of Antipodes Island. A boat had landed overnight to get +penguins' eggs, had been delayed, and a thunderstorm drifting up, the +boat's crew had waited until the morning before rejoining the ship. +Atkins had been one of them, and he corroborated, word for word, the +descriptions Davidson had given of the island and the boat. There is +not the slightest doubt in any of our minds that Davidson has really +seen the place. In some unaccountable way, while he moved hither and +thither in London, his sight moved hither and thither in a manner +that corresponded, about this distant island. _How_ is absolutely a +mystery. + +That completes the remarkable story of Davidson's eyes. It's perhaps +the best authenticated case in existence of a real vision at a +distance. Explanation there is none forthcoming, except what Professor +Wade has thrown out. But his explanation invokes the Fourth Dimension, +and a dissertation on theoretical kinds of space. To talk of there +being "a kink in space" seems mere nonsense to me; it may be because +I am no mathematician. When I said that nothing would alter the fact +that the place is eight thousand miles away, he answered that two +points might be a yard away on a sheet of paper and yet be brought +together by bending the paper round. The reader may grasp his +argument, but I certainly do not. His idea seems to be that Davidson, +stooping between the poles of the big electro-magnet, had some +extraordinary twist given to his retinal elements through the sudden +change in the field of force due to the lightning. + +He thinks, as a consequence of this, that it may be possible to live +visually in one part of the world, while one lives bodily in another. +He has even made some experiments in support of his views; but, so +far, he has simply succeeded in blinding a few dogs. I believe that is +the net result of his work, though I have not seen him for some weeks. +Latterly I have been so busy with my work in connection with the Saint +Pancras installation that I have had little opportunity of calling to +see him. But the whole of his theory seems fantastic to me. The facts +concerning Davidson stand on an altogether different footing, and I +can testify personally to the accuracy of every detail I have given. + + + + +THE LORD OF THE DYNAMOS + + +The chief attendant of the three dynamos that buzzed and rattled +at Camberwell, and kept the electric railway going, came out of +Yorkshire, and his name was James Holroyd. He was a practical +electrician, but fond of whisky, a heavy, red-haired brute with +irregular teeth. He doubted the existence of the deity, but accepted +Carnot's cycle, and he had read Shakespeare and found him weak in +chemistry. His helper came out of the mysterious East, and his name +was Azuma-zi. But Holroyd called him Pooh-bah. Holroyd liked a nigger +help because he would stand kicking--a habit with Holroyd--and did not +pry into the machinery and try to learn the ways of it. Certain odd +possibilities of the negro mind brought into abrupt contact with the +crown of our civilisation Holroyd never fully realised, though just at +the end he got some inkling of them. + +To define Azuma-zi was beyond ethnology. He was, perhaps, more negroid +than anything else, though his hair was curly rather than frizzy, and +his nose had a bridge. Moreover, his skin was brown rather than black, +and the whites of his eyes were yellow. His broad cheek-bones and +narrow chin gave his face something of the viperine V. His head, too, +was broad behind, and low and narrow at the forehead, as if his brain +had been twisted round in the reverse way to a European's. He was +short of stature and still shorter of English. In conversation he made +numerous odd noises of no known marketable value, and his infrequent +words were carved and wrought into heraldic grotesqueness. Holroyd +tried to elucidate his religious beliefs, and--especially after +whiskey--lectured to him against superstition and missionaries. +Azuma-zi, however, shirked the discussion of his gods, even though he +was kicked for it. + +Azuma-zi had come, clad in white but insufficient raiment, out of the +stoke-hole of the _Lord Clive_, from the Straits Settlements, and +beyond, into London. He had heard even in his youth of the greatness +and riches of London, where all the women are white and fair, and +even the beggars in the streets are white, and he had arrived, with +newly-earned gold coins in his pocket, to worship at the shrine of +civilisation. The day of his landing was a dismal one; the sky was +dun, and a wind-worried drizzle filtered down to the greasy streets, +but he plunged boldly into the delights of Shadwell, and was presently +cast up, shattered in health, civilised in costume, penniless, and, +except in matters of the direst necessity, practically a dumb animal, +to toil for James Holroyd and to be bullied by him in the dynamo shed +at Camberwell. And to James Holroyd bullying was a labour of love. + +There were three dynamos with their engines at Camberwell. The two +that have been there since the beginning are small machines; the +larger one was new. The smaller machines made a reasonable noise; +their straps hummed over the drums, every now and then the brushes +buzzed and fizzled, and the air churned steadily, whoo! whoo! whoo! +between their poles. One was loose in its foundations and kept the +shed vibrating. But the big dynamo drowned these little noises +altogether with the sustained drone of its iron core, which somehow +set part of the ironwork humming. The place made the visitor's head +reel with the throb, throb, throb of the engines, the rotation of the +big wheels, the spinning ball-valves, the occasional spittings of +the steam, and over all the deep, unceasing, surging note of the +big dynamo. This last noise was from an engineering point of view a +defect, but Azuma-zi accounted it unto the monster for mightiness and +pride. + +If it were possible we would have the noises of that shed always +about the reader as he reads, we would tell all our story to such +an accompaniment. It was a steady stream of din, from which the +ear picked out first one thread and then another; there was the +intermittent snorting, panting, and seething of the steam engines, the +suck and thud of their pistons, the dull beat on the air as the spokes +of the great driving-wheels came round, a note the leather straps made +as they ran tighter and looser, and a fretful tumult from the dynamos; +and over all, sometimes inaudible, as the ear tired of it, and then +creeping back upon the senses again, was this trombone note of the big +machine. The floor never felt steady and quiet beneath one's feet, but +quivered and jarred. It was a confusing, unsteady place, and enough to +send anyone's thoughts jerking into odd zigzags. And for three months, +while the big strike of the engineers was in progress, Holroyd, who +was a blackleg, and Azuma-zi, who was a mere black, were never out of +the stir and eddy of it, but slept and fed in the little wooden shanty +between the shed and the gates. + +Holroyd delivered a theological lecture on the text of his big machine +soon after Azuma-zi came. He had to shout to be heard in the din. +"Look at that," said Holroyd; "where's your 'eathen idol to match +'im?" And Azuma-zi looked. For a moment Holroyd was inaudible, and +then Azuma-zi heard: "Kill a hundred men. Twelve per cent, on the +ordinary shares," said Holroyd, "and that's something like a Gord!" + +Holroyd was proud of his big dynamo, and expatiated upon its size and +power to Azuma-zi until heaven knows what odd currents of thought that +and the incessant whirling and shindy set up within the curly black +cranium. He would explain in the most graphic manner the dozen or so +ways in which a man might be killed by it, and once he gave Azuma-zi a +shock as a sample of its quality. After that, in the breathing-times +of his labour--it was heavy labour, being not only his own, but most +of Holroyd's--Azuma-zi would sit and watch the big machine. Now and +then the brushes would sparkle and spit blue flashes, at which Holroyd +would swear, but all the rest was as smooth and rhythmic as breathing. +The band ran shouting over the shaft, and ever behind one as one +watched was the complacent thud of the piston. So it lived all day in +this big airy shed, with him and Holroyd to wait upon it; not prisoned +up and slaving to drive a ship as the other engines he knew--mere +captive devils of the British Solomon--had been, but a machine +enthroned. Those two smaller dynamos, Azuma-zi by force of contrast +despised; the large one he privately christened the Lord of the +Dynamos. They were fretful and irregular, but the big dynamo was +steady. How great it was! How serene and easy in its working! Greater +and calmer even than the Buddahs he had seen at Rangoon, and yet not +motionless, but living! The great black coils spun, spun, spun, the +rings ran round under the brushes, and the deep note of its coil +steadied the whole. It affected Azuma-zi queerly. + +Azuma-zi was not fond of labour. He would sit about and watch the Lord +of the Dynamos while Holroyd went away to persuade the yard porter to +get whiskey, although his proper place was not in the dynamo shed but +behind the engines, and, moreover, if Holroyd caught him skulking he +got hit for it with a rod of stout copper wire. He would go and stand +close to the colossus and look up at the great leather band running +overhead. There was a black patch on the band that came round, and it +pleased him somehow among all the clatter to watch this return again +and again. Odd thoughts spun with the whirl of it. Scientific people +tell us that savages give souls to rocks and trees--and a machine is +a thousand times more alive than a rock or a tree. And Azuma-zi was +practically a savage still; the veneer of civilisation lay no deeper +than his slop suit, his bruises, and the coal grime on his face and +hands. His father before him had worshipped a meteoric stone, kindred +blood it may be had splashed the broad wheels of Juggernaut. + +He took every opportunity Holroyd gave him of touching and handling +the great dynamo that was fascinating him. He polished and cleaned it +until the metal parts were blinding in the sun. He felt a mysterious +sense of service in doing this. He would go up to it and touch its +spinning coils gently. The gods he had worshipped were all far away. +The people in London hid their gods. + +At last his dim feelings grew more distinct, and took shape in +thoughts and at last in acts. When he came into the roaring shed one +morning he salaamed to the Lord of the Dynamos, and then, when Holroyd +was away, he went and whispered to the thundering machine that he +was its servant, and prayed it to have pity on him and save him from +Holroyd. As he did so a rare gleam of light came in through the open +archway of the throbbing machine-shed, and the Lord of the Dynamos, as +he whirled and roared, was radiant with pale gold. Then Azuma-zi knew +that his service was acceptable to his Lord. After that he did not +feel so lonely as he had done, and he had indeed been very much alone +in London. And even when his work time was over, which was rare, he +loitered about the shed. + +Then, the next time Holroyd maltreated him, Azuma-zi went presently to +the Lord of the Dynamos and whispered, "Thou seest, O my Lord!" and +the angry whirr of the machinery seemed to answer him. Thereafter it +appeared to him that whenever Holroyd came into the shed a different +note came into the sounds of the dynamo. "My Lord bides his time," +said Azuma-zi to himself. "The iniquity of the fool is not yet ripe." +And he waited and watched for the day of reckoning. One day there +was evidence of short circuiting, and Holroyd, making an unwary +examination--it was in the afternoon--got a rather severe shock. +Azuma-zi from behind the engine saw him jump off and curse at the +peccant coil. + +"He is warned," said Azuma-zi to himself. "Surely my Lord is very +patient." + +Holroyd had at first initiated his "nigger" into such elementary +conceptions of the dynamo's working as would enable him to take +temporary charge of the shed in his absence. But when he noticed the +manner in which Azuma-zi hung about the monster he became suspicious. +He dimly perceived his assistant was "up to something," and connecting +him with the anointing of the coils with oil that had rotted the +varnish in one place, he issued an edict, shouted above the confusion +of the machinery, "Don't 'ee go nigh that big dynamo any more, +Pooh-bah, or a'll take thy skin off!" Besides, if it pleased Azuma-zi +to be near the big machine, it was plain sense and decency to keep him +away from it. + +Azuma-zi obeyed at the time, but later he was caught bowing before the +Lord of the Dynamos. At which Holroyd twisted his arm and kicked him +as he turned to go away. As Azuma-zi presently stood behind the +engine and glared at the back of the hated Holroyd, the noises of the +machinery took a new rhythm, and sounded like four words in his native +tongue. + +It is hard to say exactly what madness is. I fancy Azuma-zi was mad. +The incessant din and whirl of the dynamo shed may have churned up his +little store of knowledge and big store of superstitious fancy, at +last, into something akin to frenzy. At any rate, when the idea of +making Holroyd a sacrifice to the Dynamo Fetich was thus suggested to +him, it filled him with a strange tumult of exultant emotion. + +That night the two men and their black shadows were alone in the shed +together. The shed was lit with one big arc light that winked and +flickered purple. The shadows lay black behind the dynamos, the ball +governors of the engines whirled from light to darkness, and their +pistons beat loud and steady. The world outside seen through the open +end of the shed seemed incredibly dim and remote. It seemed absolutely +silent, too, since the riot of the machinery drowned every external +sound. Far away was the black fence of the yard with grey shadowy +houses behind, and above was the deep blue sky and the pale little +stars. Azuma-zi suddenly walked across the centre of the shed above +which the leather bands were running, and went into the shadow by +the big dynamo. Holroyd heard a click, and the spin of the armature +changed. + +"What are you dewin' with that switch?" he bawled in surprise. "Han't +I told you--" + +Then he saw the set expression of Azuma-zi's eyes as the Asiatic came +out of the shadow towards him. + +In another moment the two men were grappling fiercely in front of the +great dynamo. + +"You coffee-headed fool!" gasped Holroyd, with a brown hand at his +throat. "Keep off those contact rings." In another moment he +was tripped and reeling back upon the Lord of the Dynamos. He +instinctively loosened his grip upon his antagonist to save himself +from the machine. + +The messenger, sent in furious haste from the station to find out what +had happened in the dynamo shed, met Azuma-zi at the porter's lodge by +the gate. Azuma-zi tried to explain something, but the messenger could +make nothing of the black's incoherent English, and hurried on to the +shed. The machines were all noisily at work, and nothing seemed to be +disarranged. There was, however, a queer smell of singed hair. Then +he saw an odd-looking crumpled mass clinging to the front of the big +dynamo, and, approaching, recognised the distorted remains of Holroyd. + +The man stared and hesitated a moment. Then he saw the face, and shut +his eyes convulsively. He turned on his heel before he opened them, so +that he should not see Holroyd again, and went out of the shed to get +advice and help. + +When Azuma-zi saw Holroyd die in the grip of the Great Dynamo he had +been a little scared about the consequences of his act. Yet he felt +strangely elated, and knew that the favour of the Lord Dynamo was upon +him. His plan was already settled when he met the man coming from the +station, and the scientific manager who speedily arrived on the scene +jumped at the obvious conclusion of suicide. This expert scarcely +noticed Azuma-zi, except to ask a few questions. Did he see Holroyd +kill himself? Azuma-zi explained he had been out of sight at the +engine furnace until he heard a difference in the noise from the +dynamo. It was not a difficult examination, being untinctured by +suspicion. + +The distorted remains of Holroyd, which the electrician removed from +the machine, were hastily covered by the porter with a coffee-stained +tablecloth. Somebody, by a happy inspiration, fetched a medical man. +The expert was chiefly anxious to get the machine at work again, for +seven or eight trains had stopped midway in the stuffy tunnels of +the electric railway. Azuma-zi, answering or misunderstanding the +questions of the people who had by authority or impudence come into +the shed, was presently sent back to the stoke-hole by the scientific +manager. Of course a crowd collected outside the gates of the yard--a +crowd, for no known reason, always hovers for a day or two near the +scene of a sudden death in London--two or three reporters percolated +somehow into the engine-shed, and one even got to Azuma-zi; but the +scientific expert cleared them out again, being himself an amateur +journalist. + +Presently the body was carried away, and public interest departed with +it. Azuma-zi remained very quietly at his furnace, seeing over and +over again in the coals a figure that wriggled violently and became +still. An hour after the murder, to anyone coming into the shed it +would have looked exactly as if nothing remarkable had ever happened +there. Peeping presently from his engine-room the black saw the Lord +Dynamo spin and whirl beside his little brothers, and the driving +wheels were beating round, and the steam in the pistons went thud, +thud, exactly as it had been earlier in the evening. After all, +from the mechanical point of view, it had been a most insignificant +incident--the mere temporary deflection of a current. But now the +slender form and slender shadow of the scientific manager replaced the +sturdy outline of Holroyd travelling up and down the lane of light +upon the vibrating floor under the straps between the engines and the +dynamos. + +"Have I not served my Lord?" said Azuma-zi inaudibly, from his shadow, +and the note of the great dynamo rang out full and clear. As he looked +at the big whirling mechanism the strange fascination of it that had +been a little in abeyance since Holroyd's death resumed its sway. + +Never had Azuma-zi seen a man killed so swiftly and pitilessly. The +big humming machine had slain its victim without wavering for a second +from its steady beating. It was indeed a mighty god. + +The unconscious scientific manager stood with his back to him, +scribbling on a piece of paper. His shadow lay at the foot of the +monster. + +"Was the Lord Dynamo still hungry? His servant was ready." + +Azuma-zi made a stealthy step forward; then stopped. The scientific +manager suddenly stopped writing, and walked down the shed to the +endmost of the dynamos, and began to examine the brushes. + +Azuma-zi hesitated, and then slipped across noiselessly into the +shadow by the switch. There he waited. Presently the manager's +footsteps could be heard returning. He stopped in his old position, +unconscious of the stoker crouching ten feet away from him. Then the +big dynamo suddenly fizzled, and in another moment Azuma-zi had sprung +out of the darkness upon him. + +First, the scientific manager was gripped round the body and swung +towards the big dynamo, then, kicking with his knee and forcing his +antagonist's head down with his hands, he loosened the grip on his +waist and swung round away from the machine. Then the black grasped +him again, putting a curly head against his chest, and they swayed and +panted as it seemed for an age or so. Then the scientific manager was +impelled to catch a black ear in his teeth and bite furiously. The +black yelled hideously. + +They rolled over on the floor, and the black, who had apparently +slipped from the vice of the teeth or parted with some ear--the +scientific manager wondered which at the time--tried to throttle him. +The scientific manager was making some ineffectual efforts to claw +something with his hands and to kick, when the welcome sound of quick +footsteps sounded on the floor. The next moment Azuma-zi had left him +and darted towards the big dynamo. There was a splutter amid the roar. + +The officer of the company who had entered, stood staring as Azuma-zi +caught the naked terminals in his hands, gave one horrible convulsion, +and then hung motionless from the machine, his face violently +distorted. + +"I'm jolly glad you came in when you did," said the scientific +manager, still sitting on the floor. + +He looked at the still quivering figure. "It is not a nice death to +die, apparently--but it is quick." + +The official was still staring at the body. He was a man of slow +apprehension. + +There was a pause. + +The scientific manager got up on his feet rather awkwardly. He ran his +fingers along his collar thoughtfully, and moved his head to and fro +several times. + +"Poor Holroyd! I see now." Then almost mechanically he went towards +the switch in the shadow and turned the current into the railway +circuit again. As he did so the singed body loosened its grip upon the +machine and fell forward on its face. The core of the dynamo roared +out loud and clear, and the armature beat the air. + +So ended prematurely the Worship of the Dynamo Deity, perhaps the most +short-lived of all religions. Yet withal it could at least boast a +Martyrdom and a Human Sacrifice. + + + + +THE HAMMERPOND PARK BURGLARY + + +It is a moot point whether burglary is to be considered as a sport, a +trade, or an art. For a trade, the technique is scarcely rigid enough, +and its claims to be considered an art are vitiated by the mercenary +element that qualifies its triumphs. On the whole it seems to be most +justly ranked as sport, a sport for which no rules are at present +formulated, and of which the prizes are distributed in an extremely +informal manner. It was this informality of burglary that led to the +regrettable extinction of two promising beginners at Hammerpond Park. + +The stakes offered in this affair consisted chiefly of diamonds and +other personal _bric-a-brac_ belonging to the newly married Lady +Aveling. Lady Aveling, as the reader will remember, was the only +daughter of Mrs Montague Pangs, the well-known hostess. Her marriage +to Lord Aveling was extensively advertised in the papers, the quantity +and quality of her wedding presents, and the fact that the honeymoon +was to be spent at Hammerpond. The announcement of these valuable +prizes created a considerable sensation in the small circle in which +Mr Teddy Watkins was the undisputed leader, and it was decided that, +accompanied by a duly qualified assistant, he should visit the village +of Hammerpond in his professional capacity. + +Being a man of naturally retiring and modest disposition, Mr Watkins +determined to make this visit _incog_., and after due consideration of +the conditions of his enterprise, he selected the role of a landscape +artist and the unassuming surname of Smith. He preceded his assistant, +who, it was decided, should join him only on the last afternoon of his +stay at Hammerpond. Now the village of Hammerpond is perhaps one of +the prettiest little corners in Sussex; many thatched houses still +survive, the flint-built church with its tall spire nestling under the +down is one of the finest and least restored in the county, and the +beech-woods and bracken jungles through which the road runs to +the great house are singularly rich in what the vulgar artist and +photographer call "bits." So that Mr Watkins, on his arrival with +two virgin canvases, a brand-new easel, a paint-box, portmanteau, an +ingenious little ladder made in sections (after the pattern of the +late lamented master Charles Peace), crowbar, and wire coils, found +himself welcomed with effusion and some curiosity by half-a-dozen +other brethren of the brush. It rendered the disguise he had chosen +unexpectedly plausible, but it inflicted upon him a considerable +amount of aesthetic conversation for which he was very imperfectly +prepared. + +"Have you exhibited very much?" said Young Porson in the bar-parlour +of the "Coach and Horses," where Mr Watkins was skilfully accumulating +local information on the night of his arrival. + +"Very little," said Mr Watkins, "just a snack here and there." + +"Academy?" + +"In course. _And_ the Crystal Palace." + +"Did they hang you well?" said Porson. + +"Don't rot," said Mr Watkins; "I don't like it." + +"I mean did they put you in a good place?" + +"Whadyer mean?" said Mr Watkins suspiciously. "One 'ud think you were +trying to make out I'd been put away." + +Porson had been brought up by aunts, and was a gentlemanly young man +even for an artist; he did not know what being "put away" meant, but +he thought it best to explain that he intended nothing of the sort. As +the question of hanging seemed a sore point with Mr Watkins, he tried +to divert the conversation a little. + +"Do you do figure-work at all?" + +"No, never had a head for figures," said Mr Watkins, "my miss--Mrs +Smith, I mean, does all that." + +"She paints too!" said Porson. "That's rather jolly." + +"Very," said Mr Watkins, though he really did not think so, and, +feeling the conversation was drifting a little beyond his grasp, +added, "I came down here to paint Hammerpond House by moonlight." + +"Really!" said Porson. "That's rather a novel idea." + +"Yes," said Mr Watkins, "I thought it rather a good notion when it +occurred to me. I expect to begin to-morrow night." + +"What! You don't mean to paint in the open, by night?" + +"I do, though." + +"But how will you see your canvas?" + +"Have a bloomin' cop's--" began Mr Watkins, rising too quickly to the +question, and then realising this, bawled to Miss Durgan for another +glass of beer. "I'm goin' to have a thing called a dark lantern," he +said to Porson. + +"But it's about new moon now," objected Porson. "There won't be any +moon." + +"There'll be the house," said Watkins, "at any rate. I'm goin', you +see, to paint the house first and the moon afterwards." + +"Oh!" said Porson, too staggered to continue the conversation. + +"They doo say," said old Durgan, the landlord, who had maintained a +respectful silence during the technical conversation, "as there's no +less than three p'licemen from 'Azelworth on dewty every night in +the house--'count of this Lady Aveling 'n her jewellery. One'm won +fower-and-six last night, off second footman--tossin'." + +Towards sunset next day Mr Watkins, virgin canvas, easel, and a +very considerable case of other appliances in hand, strolled up the +pleasant pathway through the beech-woods to Hammerpond Park, and +pitched his apparatus in a strategic position commanding the house. +Here he was observed by Mr Raphael Sant, who was returning across the +park from a study of the chalk-pits. His curiosity having been fired +by Porson's account of the new arrival, he turned aside with the idea +of discussing nocturnal art. + +Mr Watkins was apparently unaware of his approach. A friendly +conversation with Lady Hammerpond's butler had just terminated, and +that individual, surrounded by the three pet dogs which it was his +duty to take for an airing after dinner had been served, was receding +in the distance. Mr Watkins was mixing colour with an air of great +industry. Sant, approaching more nearly, was surprised to see the +colour in question was as harsh and brilliant an emerald green as it +is possible to imagine. Having cultivated an extreme sensibility to +colour from his earliest years, he drew the air in sharply between his +teeth at the very first glimpse of this brew. Mr Watkins turned round. +He looked annoyed. + +"What on earth are you going to do with that _beastly_ green?" said +Sant. + +Mr Watkins realised that his zeal to appear busy in the eyes of the +butler had evidently betrayed him into some technical error. He looked +at Sant and hesitated. + +"Pardon my rudeness," said Sant; "but really, that green is altogether +too amazing. It came as a shock. What _do_ you mean to do with it?" + +Mr Watkins was collecting his resources. Nothing could save the +situation but decision. "If you come here interrupting my work," he +said, "I'm a-goin' to paint your face with it." + +Sant retired, for he was a humourist and a peaceful man. Going down +the hill he met Porson and Wainwright. "Either that man is a genius +or he is a dangerous lunatic," said he. "Just go up and look at his +green." And he continued his way, his countenance brightened by a +pleasant anticipation of a cheerful affray round an easel in the +gloaming, and the shedding of much green paint. + +But to Porson and Wainwright Mr Watkins was less aggressive, and +explained that the green was intended to be the first coating of his +picture. It was, he admitted in response to a remark, an absolutely +new method, invented by himself. But subsequently he became more +reticent; he explained he was not going to tell every passer-by the +secret of his own particular style, and added some scathing remarks +upon the meanness of people "hanging about" to pick up such tricks of +the masters as they could, which immediately relieved him of their +company. + +Twilight deepened, first one then another star appeared. The rooks +amid the tall trees to the left of the house had long since lapsed +into slumbrous silence, the house itself lost all the details of its +architecture and became a dark grey outline, and then the windows of +the salon shone out brilliantly, the conservatory was lighted up, and +here and there a bedroom window burnt yellow. Had anyone approached +the easel in the park it would have been found deserted. One brief +uncivil word in brilliant green sullied the purity of its canvas. +Mr Watkins was busy in the shrubbery with his assistant, who had +discreetly joined him from the carriage-drive. + +Mr Watkins was inclined to be self-congratulatory upon the ingenious +device by which he had carried all his apparatus boldly, and in the +sight of all men, right up to the scene of operations. "That's the +dressing-room," he said to his assistant, "and, as soon as the maid +takes the candle away and goes down to supper, we'll call in. My! how +nice the house do look, to be sure, against the starlight, and with +all its windows and lights! Swopme, Jim, I almost wish I _was_ a +painter-chap. Have you fixed that there wire across the path from the +laundry?" + +He cautiously approached the house until he stood below the +dressing-room window, and began to put together his folding ladder. +He was much too experienced a practitioner to feel any unusual +excitement. Jim was reconnoitring the smoking-room. Suddenly, close +beside Mr Watkins in the bushes, there was a violent crash and a +stifled curse. Someone had tumbled over the wire which his assistant +had just arranged. He heard feet running on the gravel pathway beyond. +Mr Watkins, like all true artists, was a singularly shy man, and +he incontinently dropped his folding ladder and began running +circumspectly through the shrubbery. He was indistinctly aware of two +people hot upon his heels, and he fancied that he distinguished the +outline of his assistant in front of him. In another moment he had +vaulted the low stone wall bounding the shrubbery, and was in the open +park. Two thuds on the turf followed his own leap. + +It was a close chase in the darkness through the trees. Mr Watkins was +a loosely-built man and in good training, and he gained hand-over-hand +upon the hoarsely panting figure in front. Neither spoke, but, as Mr +Watkins pulled up alongside, a qualm of awful doubt came over him. The +other man turned his head at the same moment and gave an exclamation +of surprise. "It's not Jim," thought Mr Watkins, and simultaneously +the stranger flung himself, as it were, at Watkin's knees, and they +were forthwith grappling on the ground together. "Lend a hand, Bill," +cried the stranger as the third man came up. And Bill did--two hands +in fact, and some accentuated feet. The fourth man, presumably Jim, +had apparently turned aside and made off in a different direction. At +any rate, he did not join the trio. + +Mr Watkins' memory of the incidents of the next two minutes is +extremely vague. He has a dim recollection of having his thumb in the +corner of the mouth of the first man, and feeling anxious about +its safety, and for some seconds at least he held the head of the +gentleman answering to the name of Bill, to the ground by the hair. He +was also kicked in a great number of different places, apparently by a +vast multitude of people. Then the gentleman who was not Bill got his +knee below Mr Watkins' diaphragm, and tried to curl him up upon it. + +When his sensations became less entangled he was sitting upon the +turf, and eight or ten men--the night was dark, and he was rather too +confused to count--standing round him, apparently waiting for him +to recover. He mournfully assumed that he was captured, and would +probably have made some philosophical reflections on the fickleness of +fortune, had not his internal sensations disinclined him for speech. + +He noticed very quickly that his wrists were not handcuffed, and then +a flask of brandy was put in his hands. This touched him a little--it +was such unexpected kindness. + +"He's a-comin' round," said a voice which he fancied he recognised as +belonging to the Hammerpond second footman. + +"We've got 'em, sir, both of 'em," said the Hammerpond butler, the man +who had handed him the flask. "Thanks to _you_." + +No one answered this remark. Yet he failed to see how it applied to +him. + +"He's fair dazed," said a strange voice; "the villains half-murdered +him." + +Mr Teddy Watkins decided to remain fair dazed until he had a better +grasp of the situation. He perceived that two of the black figures +round him stood side-by-side with a dejected air, and there was +something in the carriage of their shoulders that suggested to his +experienced eye hands that were bound together. Two! In a flash +he rose to his position. He emptied the little flask and +staggered--obsequious hands assisting him--to his feet. There was a +sympathetic murmur. + +"Shake hands, sir, shake hands," said one of the figures near him. +"Permit me to introduce myself. I am very greatly indebted to you. +It was the jewels of my wife, Lady Aveling, which attracted these +scoundrels to the house." + +"Very glad to make your lordship's acquaintance," said Teddy Watkins. + +"I presume you saw the rascals making for the shrubbery, and dropped +down on them?" + +"That's exactly how it happened," said Mr Watkins. + +"You should have waited till they got in at the window," said Lord +Aveling; "they would get it hotter if they had actually committed the +burglary. And it was lucky for you two of the policemen were out by +the gates, and followed up the three of you. I doubt if you could have +secured the two of them--though it was confoundedly plucky of you, all +the same." + +"Yes, I ought to have thought of all that," said Mr Watkins; "but one +can't think of everythink." + +"Certainly not," said Lord Aveling. "I am afraid they have mauled you +a little," he added. The party was now moving towards the house. "You +walk rather lame. May I offer you my arm?" + +And instead of entering Hammerpond House by the dressing-room window, +Mr Watkins entered it--slightly intoxicated, and inclined now to +cheerfulness again--on the arm of a real live peer, and by the +front door. "This," thought Mr Watkins, "is burgling in style!" The +"scoundrels," seen by the gaslight, proved to be mere local amateurs +unknown to Mr Watkins, and they were taken down into the pantry and +there watched over by the three policemen, two gamekeepers with loaded +guns, the butler, an ostler, and a carman, until the dawn allowed of +their removal to Hazelhurst police-station. Mr Watkins was made much +of in the saloon. They devoted a sofa to him, and would not hear of +a return to the village that night. Lady Aveling was sure he was +brilliantly original, and said her idea of Turner was just such +another rough, half-inebriated, deep-eyed, brave, and clever man. Some +one brought up a remarkable little folding-ladder that had been picked +up in the shrubbery, and showed him how it was put together. They also +described how wires had been found in the shrubbery, evidently placed +there to trip-up unwary pursuers. It was lucky he had escaped these +snares. And they showed him the jewels. + +Mr Watkins had the sense not to talk too much, and in any +conversational difficulty fell back on his internal pains. At last he +was seized with stiffness in the back, and yawning. Everyone suddenly +awoke to the fact that it was a shame to keep him talking after his +affray, so he retired early to his room, the little red room next to +Lord Aveling's suite. + +The dawn found a deserted easel bearing a canvas with a green +inscription, in the Hammerpond Park, and it found Hammerpond House +in commotion. But if the dawn found Mr Teddy Watkins and the Aveling +diamonds, it did not communicate the information to the police. + + + + +A MOTH--GENUS NOVO + + +Probably you have heard of Hapley--not W.T. Hapley, the son, but the +celebrated Hapley, the Hapley of _Periplaneta Hapliia_, Hapley the +entomologist. If so you know at least of the great feud between Hapley +and Professor Pawkins. Though certain of its consequences may be +new to you. For those who have not, a word or two of explanation is +necessary, which the idle reader may go over with a glancing eye, if +his indolence so incline him. + +It is amazing how very widely diffused is the ignorance of such really +important matters as this Hapley-Pawkins feud. Those epoch-making +controversies, again, that have convulsed the Geological Society, are, +I verily believe, almost entirely unknown outside the fellowship of +that body. I have heard men of fair general education even refer to +the great scenes at these meetings as vestry-meeting squabbles. Yet +the great Hate of the English and Scotch geologists has lasted now +half a century, and has "left deep and abundant marks upon the body of +the science." And this Hapley-Pawkins business, though perhaps a more +personal affair, stirred passions as profound, if not profounder. Your +common man has no conception of the zeal that animates a scientific +investigator, the fury of contradiction you can arouse in him. It is +the _odium theologicum_ in a new form. There are men, for instance, +who would gladly burn Professor Ray Lankester at Smithfield for +his treatment of the Mollusca in the Encyclopaedia. That fantastic +extension of the Cephalopods to cover the Pteropods ... But I wander +from Hapley and Pawkins. + +It began years and years ago, with a revision of the Microlepidoptera +(whatever these may be) by Pawkins, in which he extinguished a new +species created by Hapley. Hapley, who was always quarrelsome, replied +by a stinging impeachment of the entire classification of Pawkins[A]. +Pawkins, in his "Rejoinder[B]," suggested that Hapley's microscope +was as defective as his powers of observation, and called him an +"irresponsible meddler"--Hapley was not a professor at that time. +Hapley, in his retort[C], spoke of "blundering collectors," and +described, as if inadvertently, Pawkins' revision as a "miracle of +ineptitude." It was war to the knife. However, it would scarcely +interest the reader to detail how these two great men quarrelled, and +how the split between them widened until from the Microlepidoptera +they were at war upon every open question in entomology. There were +memorable occasions. At times the Royal Entomological Society meetings +resembled nothing so much as the Chamber of Deputies. On the whole, I +fancy Pawkins was nearer the truth than Hapley. But Hapley was skilful +with his rhetoric, had a turn for ridicule rare in a scientific man, +was endowed with vast energy, and had a fine sense of injury in the +matter of the extinguished species; while Pawkins was a man of dull +presence, prosy of speech, in shape not unlike a water-barrel, +over-conscientious with testimonials, and suspected of jobbing museum +appointments. So the young men gathered round Hapley and applauded +him. It was a long struggle, vicious from the beginning, and growing +at last to pitiless antagonism. The successive turns of fortune, now +an advantage to one side and now to another--now Hapley tormented by +some success of Pawkins, and now Pawkins outshone by Hapley, belong +rather to the history of entomology than to this story. + +[Footnote A: "Remarks on a Recent Revision of Microlepidoptera." +_Quart. Journ. Entomological Soc_. 1863.] + +[Footnote B: "Rejoinder to certain Remarks," &c. _Ibid_. 1864.] + +[Footnote C: "Further Remarks," &c. _Ibid_.] + +But in 1891 Pawkins, whose health had been bad for some time, +published some work upon the "mesoblast" of the Death's Head Moth. +What the mesoblast of the Death's Head Moth may be, does not matter a +rap in this story. But the work was far below his usual standard, and +gave Hapley an opening he had coveted for years. He must have worked +night and day to make the most of his advantage. + +In an elaborate critique he rent Pawkins to tatters--one can fancy the +man's disordered black hair, and his queer dark eyes flashing as +he went for his antagonist--and Pawkins made a reply, halting, +ineffectual, with painful gaps of silence, and yet malignant. There +was no mistaking his will to wound Hapley, nor his incapacity to +do it. But few of those who heard him--I was absent from that +meeting--realised how ill the man was. + +Hapley had got his opponent down, and meant to finish him. He followed +with a simply brutal attack upon Pawkins, in the form of a paper upon +the development of moths in general, a paper showing evidence of a +most extraordinary amount of mental labour, and yet couched in a +violently controversial tone. Violent as it was, an editorial note +witnesses that it was modified. It must have covered Pawkins with +shame and confusion of face. It left no loophole; it was murderous in +argument, and utterly contemptuous in tone; an awful thing for the +declining years of a man's career. + +The world of entomologists waited breathlessly for the rejoinder from +Pawkins. He would try one, for Pawkins had always been game. But when +it came it surprised them. For the rejoinder of Pawkins was to catch +the influenza, to proceed to pneumonia, and to die. + +It was perhaps as effectual a reply as he could make under the +circumstances, and largely turned the current of feeling against +Hapley. The very people who had most gleefully cheered on those +gladiators became serious at the consequence. There could be no +reasonable doubt the fret of the defeat had contributed to the death +of Pawkins. There was a limit even to scientific controversy, said +serious people. Another crushing attack was already in the press and +appeared on the day before the funeral. I don't think Hapley exerted +himself to stop it. People remembered how Hapley had hounded down his +rival, and forgot that rival's defects. Scathing satire reads ill over +fresh mould. The thing provoked comment in the daily papers. This it +was that made me think that you had probably heard of Hapley and this +controversy. But, as I have already remarked, scientific workers live +very much in a world of their own; half the people, I dare say, who go +along Piccadilly to the Academy every year, could not tell you where +the learned societies abide. Many even think that Research is a kind +of happy-family cage in which all kinds of men lie down together in +peace. + +In his private thoughts Hapley could not forgive Pawkins for dying. +In the first place, it was a mean dodge to escape the absolute +pulverisation Hapley had in hand for him, and in the second, it left +Hapley's mind with a queer gap in it. For twenty years he had worked +hard, sometimes far into the night, and seven days a week, with +microscope, scalpel, collecting-net, and pen, and almost entirely with +reference to Pawkins. The European reputation he had won had come as +an incident in that great antipathy. He had gradually worked up to a +climax in this last controversy. It had killed Pawkins, but it had +also thrown Hapley out of gear, so to speak, and his doctor advised +him to give up work for a time, and rest. So Hapley went down into a +quiet village in Kent, and thought day and night of Pawkins, and good +things it was now impossible to say about him. + +At last Hapley began to realise in what direction the pre-occupation +tended. He determined to make a fight for it, and started by trying to +read novels. But he could not get his mind off Pawkins, white in the +face, and making his last speech--every sentence a beautiful opening +for Hapley. He turned to fiction--and found it had no grip on him. +He read the "Island Nights' Entertainments" until his "sense of +causation" was shocked beyond endurance by the Bottle Imp. Then +he went to Kipling, and found he "proved nothing," besides being +irreverent and vulgar. These scientific people have their limitations. +Then unhappily, he tried Besant's "Inner House," and the opening +chapter set his mind upon learned societies and Pawkins at once. + +So Hapley turned to chess, and found it a little more soothing. He +soon mastered the moves and the chief gambits and commoner closing +positions, and began to beat the Vicar. But then the cylindrical +contours of the opposite king began to resemble Pawkins standing up +and gasping ineffectually against Check-mate, and Hapley decided to +give up chess. + +Perhaps the study of some new branch of science would after all be +better diversion. The best rest is change of occupation. Hapley +determined to plunge at diatoms, and had one of his smaller +microscopes and Halibut's monograph sent down from London. He thought +that perhaps if he could get up a vigorous quarrel with Halibut, he +might be able to begin life afresh and forget Pawkins. And very soon +he was hard at work, in his habitual strenuous fashion, at these +microscopic denizens of the way-side pool. + +It was on the third day of the diatoms that Hapley became aware of +a novel addition to the local fauna. He was working late at the +microscope, and the only light in the room was the brilliant little +lamp with the special form of green shade. Like all experienced +microscopists, he kept both eyes open. It is the only way to avoid +excessive fatigue. One eye was over the instrument, and bright and +distinct before that was the circular field of the microscope, across +which a brown diatom was slowly moving. With the other eye Hapley saw, +as it were, without seeing[A]. He was only dimly conscious of the +brass side of the instrument, the illuminated part of the table-cloth, +a sheet of note-paper, the foot of the lamp, and the darkened room +beyond. + +[Footnote A: The reader unaccustomed to microscopes may easily +understand this by rolling a newspaper in the form of a tube and +looking through it at a book, keeping the other eye open.] + +Suddenly his attention drifted from one eye to the other. The +table-cloth was of the material called tapestry by shopmen, and rather +brightly coloured. The pattern was in gold, with a small amount of +crimson and pale blue upon a greyish ground. At one point the pattern +seemed displaced, and there was a vibrating movement of the colours at +this point. + +Hapley suddenly moved his head back and looked with both eyes. His +mouth fell open with astonishment. + +It was a large moth or butterfly; its wings spread in butterfly +fashion! + +It was strange it should be in the room at all, for the windows were +closed. Strange that it should not have attracted his attention when +fluttering to its present position. Strange that it should match the +table-cloth. Stranger far that to him, Hapley, the great entomologist, +it was altogether unknown. There was no delusion. It was crawling +slowly towards the foot of the lamp. + +"_Genus novo_, by heavens! And in England!" said Hapley, staring. + +Then he suddenly thought of Pawkins. Nothing would have maddened +Pawkins more.... And Pawkins was dead! + +Something about the head and body of the insect became singularly +suggestive of Pawkins, just as the chess king had been. + +"Confound Pawkins!" said Hapley. "But I must catch this." And, looking +round him for some means of capturing the moth, he rose slowly out +of his chair. Suddenly the insect rose, struck the edge of the +lampshade--Hapley heard the "ping"--and vanished into the shadow. + +In a moment Hapley had whipped off the shade, so that the whole room +was illuminated. The thing had disappeared, but soon his practised eye +detected it upon the wall paper near the door. He went towards it, +poising the lamp-shade for capture. Before he was within striking +distance, however, it had risen and was fluttering round the room. +After the fashion of its kind, it flew with sudden starts and turns, +seeming to vanish here and reappear there. Once Hapley struck, and +missed; then again. + +The third time he hit his microscope. The instrument swayed, struck +and overturned the lamp, and fell noisily upon the floor. The lamp +turned over on the table and, very luckily, went out. Hapley was left +in the dark. With a start he felt the strange moth blunder into his +face. + +It was maddening. He had no lights. If he opened the door of the +room the thing would get away. In the darkness he saw Pawkins quite +distinctly laughing at him. Pawkins had ever an oily laugh. He swore +furiously and stamped his foot on the floor. + +There was a timid rapping at the door. + +Then it opened, perhaps a foot, and very slowly. The alarmed face of +the landlady appeared behind a pink candle flame; she wore a night-cap +over her grey hair and had some purple garment over her shoulders. +"What _was_ that fearful smash?" she said. "Has anything--" The +strange moth appeared fluttering about the chink of the door. "Shut +that door!" said Hapley, and suddenly rushed at her. + +The door slammed hastily. Hapley was left alone in the dark. Then in +the pause he heard his landlady scuttle upstairs, lock her door and +drag something heavy across the room and put against it. + +It became evident to Hapley that his conduct and appearance had been +strange and alarming. Confound the moth! and Pawkins! However, it was +a pity to lose the moth now. He felt his way into the hall and found +the matches, after sending his hat down upon the floor with a noise +like a drum. With the lighted candle he returned to the sitting-room. +No moth was to be seen. Yet once for a moment it seemed that the thing +was fluttering round his head. Hapley very suddenly decided to give up +the moth and go to bed. But he was excited. All night long his sleep +was broken by dreams of the moth, Pawkins, and his landlady. Twice in +the night he turned out and soused his head in cold water. + +One thing was very clear to him. His landlady could not possibly +understand about the strange moth, especially as he had failed to +catch it. No one but an entomologist would understand quite how he +felt. She was probably frightened at his behaviour, and yet he failed +to see how he could explain it. He decided to say nothing further +about the events of last night. After breakfast he saw her in her +garden, and decided to go out to talk to her to reassure her. He +talked to her about beans and potatoes, bees, caterpillars, and the +price of fruit. She replied in her usual manner, but she looked at him +a little suspiciously, and kept walking as he walked, so that there +was always a bed of flowers, or a row of beans, or something of +the sort, between them. After a while he began to feel singularly +irritated at this, and to conceal his vexation went indoors and +presently went out for a walk. + +The moth, or butterfly, trailing an odd flavour of Pawkins with it, +kept coming into that walk, though he did his best to keep his mind +off it. Once he saw it quite distinctly, with its wings flattened out, +upon the old stone wall that runs along the west edge of the park, +but going up to it he found it was only two lumps of grey and yellow +lichen. "This," said Hapley, "is the reverse of mimicry. Instead of +a butterfly looking like a stone, here is a stone looking like a +butterfly!" Once something hovered and fluttered round his head, but +by an effort of will he drove that impression out of his mind again. + +In the afternoon Hapley called upon the Vicar, and argued with him +upon theological questions. They sat in the little arbour covered with +briar, and smoked as they wrangled. "Look at that moth!" said Hapley, +suddenly, pointing to the edge of the wooden table. + +"Where?" said the Vicar. + +"You don't see a moth on the edge of the table there?" said Hapley. + +"Certainly not," said the Vicar. + +Hapley was thunderstruck. He gasped. The Vicar was staring at him. +Clearly the man saw nothing. "The eye of faith is no better than the +eye of science," said Hapley, awkwardly. + +"I don't see your point," said the Vicar, thinking it was part of the +argument. + +That night Hapley found the moth crawling over his counterpane. He sat +on the edge of the bed in his shirt-sleeves and reasoned with himself. +Was it pure hallucination? He knew he was slipping, and he battled +for his sanity with the same silent energy he had formerly displayed +against Pawkins. So persistent is mental habit, that he felt as if it +were still a struggle with Pawkins. He was well versed in psychology. +He knew that such visual illusions do come as a result of mental +strain. But the point was, he did not only _see_ the moth, he had +heard it when it touched the edge of the lampshade, and afterwards +when it hit against the wall, and he had felt it strike his face in +the dark. + +He looked at it. It was not at all dreamlike, but perfectly clear and +solid-looking in the candle-light. He saw the hairy body, and the +short feathery antennae, the jointed legs, even a place where the down +was rubbed from the wing. He suddenly felt angry with himself for +being afraid of a little insect. + +His landlady had got the servant to sleep with her that night, because +she was afraid to be alone. In addition she had locked the door, and +put the chest of drawers against it. They listened and talked in +whispers after they had gone to bed, but nothing occurred to alarm +them. About eleven they had ventured to put the candle out, and had +both dozed off to sleep. They woke up with a start, and sat up in bed, +listening in the darkness. + +Then they heard slippered feet going to and fro in Hapley's room. A +chair was overturned, and there was a violent dab at the wall. Then a +china mantel ornament smashed upon the fender. Suddenly the door of +the room opened, and they heard him upon the landing. They clung to +one another, listening. He seemed to be dancing upon the staircase. +Now he would go down three or four steps quickly, then up again, then +hurry down into the hall. They heard the umbrella stand go over, and +the fanlight break. Then the bolt shot and the chain rattled. He was +opening the door. + +They hurried to the window. It was a dim grey night; an almost +unbroken sheet of watery cloud was sweeping across the moon, and the +hedge and trees in front of the house were black against the pale +roadway. They saw Hapley, looking like a ghost in his shirt and white +trousers, running to and fro in the road, and beating the air. Now he +would stop, now he would dart very rapidly at something invisible, now +he would move upon it with stealthy strides. At last he went out of +sight up the road towards the down. Then, while they argued who should +go down and lock the door, he returned. He was walking very fast, and +he came straight into the house, closed the door carefully, and went +quietly up to his bedroom. Then everything was silent. + +"Mrs Colville," said Hapley, calling down the staircase next morning. +"I hope I did not alarm you last night." + +"You may well ask that!" said Mrs Colville. + +"The fact is, I am a sleep-walker, and the last two nights I have been +without my sleeping mixture. There is nothing to be alarmed about, +really. I am sorry I made such an ass of myself. I will go over the +down to Shoreham, and get some stuff to make me sleep soundly. I ought +to have done that yesterday." + +But half-way over the down, by the chalk pits, the moth came upon +Hapley again. He went on, trying to keep his mind upon chess problems, +but it was no good. The thing fluttered into his face, and he struck +at it with his hat in self-defence. Then rage, the old rage--the rage +he had so often felt against Pawkins--came upon him again. He went +on, leaping and striking at the eddying insect. Suddenly he trod on +nothing, and fell headlong. + +There was a gap in his sensations, and Hapley found himself sitting on +the heap of flints in front of the opening of the chalkpits, with a +leg twisted back under him. The strange moth was still fluttering +round his head. He struck at it with his hand, and turning his head +saw two men approaching him. One was the village doctor. It occurred +to Hapley that this was lucky. Then it came into his mind, with +extraordinary vividness, that no one would ever be able to see the +strange moth except himself, and that it behoved him to keep silent +about it. + +Late that night, however, after his broken leg was set, he was +feverish and forgot his self-restraint. He was lying flat on his bed, +and he began to run his eyes round the room to see if the moth was +still about. He tried not to do this, but it was no good. He +soon caught sight of the thing resting close to his hand, by the +night-light, on the green table-cloth. The wings quivered. With a +sudden wave of anger he smote at it with his fist, and the nurse woke +up with a shriek. He had missed it. + +"That moth!" he said; and then, "It was fancy. Nothing!" + +All the time he could see quite clearly the insect going round the +cornice and darting across the room, and he could also see that the +nurse saw nothing of it and looked at him strangely. He must keep +himself in hand. He knew he was a lost man if he did not keep himself +in hand. But as the night waned the fever grew upon him, and the very +dread he had of seeing the moth made him see it. About five, just as +the dawn was grey, he tried to get out of bed and catch it, though his +leg was afire with pain. The nurse had to struggle with him. + +On account of this, they tied him down to the bed. At this the moth +grew bolder, and once he felt it settle in his hair. Then, because he +struck out violently with his arms, they tied these also. At this the +moth came and crawled over his face, and Hapley wept, swore, screamed, +prayed for them to take it off him, unavailingly. + +The doctor was a blockhead, a half-qualified general practitioner, and +quite ignorant of mental science. He simply said there was no moth. +Had he possessed the wit, he might still, perhaps, have saved Hapley +from his fate by entering into his delusion and covering his face with +gauze, as he prayed might be done. But, as I say, the doctor was a +blockhead, and until the leg was healed Hapley was kept tied to his +bed, and with the imaginary moth crawling over him. It never left him +while he was awake and it grew to a monster in his dreams. While he +was awake he longed for sleep, and from sleep he awoke screaming. + +So now Hapley is spending the remainder of his days in a padded room, +worried by a moth that no one else can see. The asylum doctor calls +it hallucination; but Hapley, when he is in his easier mood, and can +talk, says it is the ghost of Pawkins, and consequently a unique +specimen and well worth the trouble of catching. + + + + +THE TREASURE IN THE FOREST + + +The canoe was now approaching the land. The bay opened out, and a gap +in the white surf of the reef marked where the little river ran out to +the sea; the thicker and deeper green of the virgin forest showed its +course down the distant hill slope. The forest here came close to +the beach. Far beyond, dim and almost cloudlike in texture, rose the +mountains, like suddenly frozen waves. The sea was still save for an +almost imperceptible swell. The sky blazed. + +The man with the carved paddle stopped. "It should be somewhere here," +he said. He shipped the paddle and held his arms out straight before +him. + +The other man had been in the fore part of the canoe, closely +scrutinising the land. He had a sheet of yellow paper on his knee. + +"Come and look at this, Evans," he said. + +Both men spoke in low tones, and their lips were hard and dry. + +The man called Evans came swaying along the canoe until he could look +over his companion's shoulder. + +The paper had the appearance of a rough map. By much folding it was +creased and worn to the pitch of separation, and the second man held +the discoloured fragments together where they had parted. On it one +could dimly make out, in almost obliterated pencil, the outline of the +bay. + +"Here," said Evans, "is the reef and here is the gap." He ran his +thumb-nail over the chart. + +"This curved and twisting line is the river--I could do with a drink +now!--and this star is the place." + +"You see this dotted line," said the man with the map; "it is a +straight line, and runs from the opening of the reef to a clump of +palm-trees. The star comes just where it cuts the river. We must mark +the place as we go into the lagoon." + +"It's queer," said Evans, after a pause, "what these little marks down +here are for. It looks like the plan of a house or something; but what +all these little dashes, pointing this way and that, may mean I can't +get a notion. And what's the writing?" + +"Chinese," said the man with the map. + +"Of course! _He_ was a Chinee," said Evans. + +"They all were," said the man with the map. + +They both sat for some minutes staring at the land, while the canoe +drifted slowly. Then Evans looked towards the paddle. + +"Your turn with the paddle now, Hooker," said he. + +And his companion quietly folded up his map, put it in his pocket, +passed Evans carefully, and began to paddle. His movements were +languid, like those of a man whose strength was nearly exhausted. +Evans sat with his eyes half closed, watching the frothy breakwater of +the coral creep nearer and nearer. The sky was like a furnace now, for +the sun was near the zenith. Though they were so near the Treasure he +did not feel the exaltation he had anticipated. The intense excitement +of the struggle for the plan, and the long night voyage from the +mainland in the unprovisioned canoe had, to use his own expression, +"taken it out of him." He tried to arouse himself by directing his +mind to the ingots the Chinamen had spoken of, but it would not rest +there; it came back headlong to the thought of sweet water rippling +in the river, and to the almost unendurable dryness of his lips and +throat. The rhythmic wash of the sea upon the reef was becoming +audible now, and it had a pleasant sound in his ears; the water washed +along the side of the canoe, and the paddle dripped between each +stroke. Presently he began to doze. + +He was still dimly conscious of the island, but a queer dream texture +interwove with his sensations. Once again it was the night when he and +Hooker had hit upon the Chinamen's secret; he saw the moonlit +trees, the little fire burning, and the black figures of the three +Chinamen--silvered on one side by moonlight, and on the other +glowing from the firelight--and heard them talking together in +pigeon-English--for they came from different provinces. Hooker had +caught the drift of their talk first, and had motioned to him to +listen. Fragments of the conversation were inaudible and fragments +incomprehensible. A Spanish galleon from the Philippines hopelessly +aground, and its treasure buried against the day of return, lay in +the background of the story; a shipwrecked crew thinned by disease, +a quarrel or so, and the needs of discipline, and at last taking to +their boats never to be heard of again. Then Chang-hi, only a year +since, wandering ashore, had happened upon the ingots hidden for two +hundred years, had deserted his junk, and reburied them with infinite +toil, single-handed but very safe. He laid great stress on the +safety--it was a secret of his. Now he wanted help to return and +exhume them. Presently the little map fluttered and the voices sank. +A fine story for two stranded British wastrels to hear! Evans' dream +shifted to the moment when he had Chang-hi's pigtail in his hand. The +life of a Chinaman is scarcely sacred like a European's. The cunning +little face of Chang-hi, first keen and furious like a startled snake, +and then fearful, treacherous and pitiful, became overwhelmingly +prominent in the dream. At the end Chang-hi had grinned, a most +incomprehensible and startling grin. Abruptly things became very +unpleasant, as they will do at times in dreams. Chang-hi gibbered and +threatened him. He saw in his dream heaps and heaps of gold, and +Chang-hi intervening and struggling to hold him back from it. He took +Chang-hi by the pigtail--how big the yellow brute was, and how he +struggled and grinned! He kept growing bigger, too. Then the bright +heaps of gold turned to a roaring furnace, and a vast devil, +surprisingly like Chang-hi, but with a huge black tail, began to feed +him with coals. They burnt his mouth horribly. Another devil was +shouting his name: "Evans, Evans, you sleepy fool!"--or was it Hooker? + +He woke up. They were in the mouth of the lagoon. + +"There are the three palm-trees. It must be in a line with that clump +of bushes," said his companion. "Mark that. If we go to those bushes +and then strike into the bush in a straight line from here, we shall +come to it when we come to the stream." + +They could see now where the mouth of the stream opened out. At the +sight of it Evans revived. "Hurry up, man," he said, "Or by heaven I +shall have to drink sea water!" He gnawed his hand and stared at the +gleam of silver among the rocks and green tangle. + +Presently he turned almost fiercely upon Hooker. "Give _me_ the +paddle," he said. + +So they reached the river mouth. A little way up Hooker took some +water in the hollow of his hand, tasted it, and spat it out. A little +further he tried again. "This will do," he said, and they began +drinking eagerly. + +"Curse this!" said Evans, suddenly. "It's too slow." And, leaning +dangerously over the fore part of the canoe, he began to suck up the +water with his lips. + +Presently they made an end of drinking, and, running the canoe into a +little creek, were about to land among the thick growth that overhung +the water. + +"We shall have to scramble through this to the beach to find our +bushes and get the line to the place," said Evans. + +"We had better paddle round," said Hooker. + +So they pushed out again into the river and paddled back down it to +the sea, and along the shore to the place where the clump of bushes +grew. Here they landed, pulled the light canoe far up the beach, and +then went up towards the edge of the jungle until they could see the +opening of the reef and the bushes in a straight line. Evans had +taken a native implement out of the canoe. It was L-shaped, and the +transverse piece was armed with polished stone. Hooker carried the +paddle. "It is straight now in this direction," said he; "we must push +through this till we strike the stream. Then we must prospect." + +They pushed through a close tangle of reeds, broad fronds, and young +trees, and at first it was toilsome going, but very speedily the trees +became larger and the ground beneath them opened out. The blaze of the +sunlight was replaced by insensible degrees by cool shadow. The trees +became at last vast pillars that rose up to a canopy of greenery far +overhead. Dim white flowers hung from their stems, and ropy creepers +swung from tree to tree. The shadow deepened. On the ground, blotched +fungi and a red-brown incrustation became frequent. + +Evans shivered. "It seems almost cold here after the blaze outside." + +"I hope we are keeping to the straight," said Hooker. + +Presently they saw, far ahead, a gap in the sombre darkness where +white shafts of hot sunlight smote into the forest. There also was +brilliant green undergrowth, and coloured flowers. Then they heard the +rush of water. + +"Here is the river. We should be close to it now," said Hooker. + +The vegetation was thick by the river bank. Great plants, as yet +unnamed, grew among the roots of the big trees, and spread rosettes of +huge green fans towards the strip of sky. Many flowers and a creeper +with shiny foliage clung to the exposed stems. On the water of the +broad, quiet pool which the treasure seekers now overlooked there +floated big oval leaves and a waxen, pinkish-white flower not unlike +a water-lily. Further, as the river bent away from them, the water +suddenly frothed and became noisy in a rapid. + +"Well?" said Evans. + +"We have swerved a little from the straight," said Hooker. "That was +to be expected." + +He turned and looked into the dim cool shadows of the silent forest +behind them. "If we beat a little way up and down the stream we should +come to something." + +"You said--" began Evans. + +"_He_ said there was a heap of stones," said Hooker. + +The two men looked at each other for a moment. + +"Let us try a little down-stream first," said Evans. + +They advanced slowly, looking curiously about them. Suddenly Evans +stopped. "What the devil's that?" he said. + +Hooker followed his finger. "Something blue," he said. It had come +into view as they topped a gentle swell of the ground. Then he began +to distinguish what it was. + +He advanced suddenly with hasty steps, until the body that belonged to +the limp hand and arm had become visible. His grip tightened on the +implement he carried. The thing was the figure of a Chinaman lying on +his face. The _abandon_ of the pose was unmistakable. + +The two men drew closer together, and stood staring silently at this +ominous dead body. It lay in a clear space among the trees. Near by +was a spade after the Chinese pattern, and further off lay a scattered +heap of stones, close to a freshly dug hole. + +"Somebody has been here before," said Hooker, clearing his throat. + +Then suddenly Evans began to swear and rave, and stamp upon the +ground. + +Hooker turned white but said nothing. He advanced towards the +prostrate body. He saw the neck was puffed and purple, and the hands +and ankles swollen. "Pah!" he said, and suddenly turned away and went +towards the excavation. He gave a cry of surprise. He shouted to +Evans, who was following him slowly. + +"You fool! It's all right It's here still." Then he turned again and +looked at the dead Chinaman, and then again at the hole. + +Evans hurried to the hole. Already half exposed by the ill-fated +wretch beside them lay a number of dull yellow bars. He bent down in +the hole, and, clearing off the soil with his bare hands, hastily +pulled one of the heavy masses out. As he did so a little thorn +pricked his hand. He pulled the delicate spike out with his fingers +and lifted the ingot. + +"Only gold or lead could weigh like this," he said exultantly. + +Hooker was still looking at the dead Chinaman. He was puzzled. + +"He stole a march on his friends," he said at last. "He came here +alone, and some poisonous snake has killed him ... I wonder how he +found the place." + +Evans stood with the ingot in his hands. What did a dead Chinaman +signify? "We shall have to take this stuff to the mainland piecemeal, +and bury it there for a while. How shall we get it to the canoe?" + +He took his jacket off and spread it on the ground, and flung two or +three ingots into it. Presently he found that another little thorn had +punctured his skin. + +"This is as much as we can carry," said he. Then suddenly, with a +queer rush of irritation, "What are you staring at?" + +Hooker turned to him. "I can't stand ... him." He nodded towards the +corpse. "It's so like--" + +"Rubbish!" said Evans. "All Chinamen are alike." + +Hooker looked into his face. "I'm going to bury _that_, anyhow, before +I lend a hand with this stuff." + +"Don't be a fool, Hooker," said Evans. "Let that mass of corruption +bide." + +Hooker hesitated, and then his eye went carefully over the brown soil +about them. "It scares me somehow," he said. + +"The thing is," said Evans, "what to do with these ingots. Shall we +re-bury them over here, or take them across the strait in the canoe?" + +Hooker thought. His puzzled gaze wandered among the tall tree-trunks, +and up into the remote sunlit greenery overhead. He shivered again +as his eye rested upon the blue figure of the Chinaman. He stared +searchingly among the grey depths between the trees. + +"What's come to you, Hooker?" said Evans. "Have you lost your wits?" + +"Let's get the gold out of this place, anyhow," said Hooker. + +He took the ends of the collar of the coat in his hands, and Evans +took the opposite corners, and they lifted the mass. "Which way?" said +Evans. "To the canoe?" + +"It's queer," said Evans, when they had advanced only a few steps, +"but my arms ache still with that paddling." + +"Curse it!" he said. "But they ache! I must rest." + +They let the coat down. Evans' face was white, and little drops of +sweat stood out upon his forehead. "It's stuffy, somehow, in this +forest." + +Then with an abrupt transition to unreasonable anger: "What is the +good of waiting here all the day? Lend a hand, I say! You have done +nothing but moon since we saw the dead Chinaman." + +Hooker was looking steadfastly at his companion's face. He helped +raise the coat bearing the ingots, and they went forward perhaps a +hundred yards in silence. Evans began to breathe heavily. "Can't you +speak?" he said. + +"What's the matter with you?" said Hooker. + +Evans stumbled, and then with a sudden curse flung the coat from +him. He stood for a moment staring at Hooker, and then with a groan +clutched at his own throat. + +"Don't come near me," he said, and went and leant against a tree. Then +in a steadier voice, "I'll be better in a minute." + +Presently his grip upon the trunk loosened, and he slipped slowly down +the stem of the tree until he was a crumpled heap at its foot. His +hands were clenched convulsively. His face became distorted with pain. +Hooker approached him. + +"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" said Evans in a stifled voice. "Put +the gold back on the coat." + +"Can't I do anything for you?" said Hooker. + +"Put the gold back on the coat." + +As Hooker handled the ingots he felt a little prick on the ball of +his thumb. He looked at his hand and saw a slender thorn, perhaps two +inches in length. + +Evans gave an inarticulate cry and rolled over. + +Hooker's jaw dropped. He stared at the thorn for a moment with dilated +eyes. Then he looked at Evans, who was now crumpled together on the +ground, his back bending and straitening spasmodically. Then he looked +through the pillars of the trees and net-work of creeper stems, to +where in the dim grey shadow the blue-clad body of the Chinaman was +still indistinctly visible. He thought of the little dashes in the +corner of the plan, and in a moment he understood. + +"God help me!" he said. For the thorns were similar to those the +Dyaks poison and use in their blowing-tubes. He understood now +what Chang-hi's assurance of the safety of his treasure meant. He +understood that grin now. + +"Evans!" he cried. + +But Evans was silent and motionless now, save for a horrible spasmodic +twitching of his limbs. A profound silence brooded over the forest. + +Then Hooker began to suck furiously at the little pink spot on the +ball of his thumb--sucking for dear life. Presently he felt a strange +aching pain in his arms and shoulders, and his fingers seemed +difficult to bend. Then he knew that sucking was no good. + +Abruptly he stopped, and sitting down by the pile of ingots, and +resting his chin upon his hands and his elbows upon his knees, stared +at the distorted but still stirring body of his companion. Chang-hi's +grin came in his mind again. The dull pain spread towards his throat +and grew slowly in intensity. 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FLEETWOOD +SHEPPARD. _Demy 4to. 6s._ + + +SONGS OF THE WEST: Traditional Ballads and Songs of the West of +England, with their Traditional Melodies. Collected by S. BARING +GOULD, M.A., and H. FLEETWOOD SHEPPARD, M.A. Arranged for Voice and +Piano. In 4 Parts (containing 25 Songs each), _Parts I., II., III., +3s. each. Part IV., 5s. In one Vol., French morocco, 15s._ + +'A rich collection of humour, pathos, grace, and poetic +fancy.'--_Saturday Review_. + + +A BOOK OF FAIRY TALES retold by S. BARING GOULD. With numerous +illustrations and initial letters by ARTHUR J. GASKIN. _Crown 8vo. +Buckram. 6s._ + +'Mr. Baring Gould has done a good deed, and is deserving of gratitude, +in re-writing in honest, simple style the old stories that delighted +the childhood of "our fathers and grandfathers." We do not think +he has omitted any of our favourite stories, the stories that are +commonly regarded as merely "old fashioned." As to the form of the +book, and the printing, which is by Messrs. Constable, it were +difficult to commend overmuch.'--_Saturday Review_. + + +YORKSHIRE ODDITIES AND STRANGE EVENTS _Fourth Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + + +STRANGE SURVIVALS AND SUPERSTITIONS. With Illustrations. By S. BARING +GOULD. _Crown 8vo. Second Edition. 6s._ + +We have read Mr. Baring Gould's book from beginning to end. It is full +Of quaint and various information, and there is not a dull page in +it.'--_Notes and Queries_. + + +THE TRAGEDY OF THE CAESARS: The Emperors of the Julian and Claudian +Lines. With numerous Illustrations from Busts, Gems, Cameos, etc. By +S. BARING GOULD, Author of 'Mehalah,' etc. _Third Edition. Royal 8vo. +15s._ + +'A most splendid and fascinating book on a subject of undying +interest. The great feature of the book is the use the author has made +of the existing portraits of the Caesars, and the admirable critical +subtlety he has exhibited in dealing with this line of research. It is +brilliantly written, and the illustrations are supplied on a scale of +profuse magnificence.'--_Daily Chronicle_. + +'The volumes will in no sense disappoint the general reader. Indeed, +in their way, there is nothing in any sense so good in English.... Mr. +Baring Gould has presented his narrative in such a way as not to make +one dull page.'--_Athenaeum_. + + +THE DESERTS OF SOUTHERN FRANCE. By S. BARING GOULD. With numerous +Illustrations by F.D. BEDFORD, S. HUTTON, etc. _2 vols. Demy 8vo. +32s._ + +This book is the first serious attempt to describe the great barren +tableland that extends to the south of Limousin in the Department of +Aveyron, Lot, etc., a country of dolomite cliffs, and canons, and +subterranean rivers. The region is full of prehistoric and historic +interest, relics of cave-dwellers, of mediaeval robbers, and of the +English domination and the Hundred Years' War. + +'His two richly-illustrated volumes are full of matter of interest +to the geologist, the archaeologist, and the student of history and +manners.'--_Scotsman_. + +'It deals with its subject in a manner which rarely fails to arrest +attention.'--_Times_. + + + +FICTION + + +SIX SHILLING NOVELS + + +MARIE CORELLI. BARABBAS: A DREAM OF THE WORLD'S TRAGEDY. By MARIE +CORELLI, Author of 'A Romance of Two Worlds,' 'Vendetta,' etc. +_Seventeenth Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'The tender reverence of the treatment and the imaginative beauty of +the writing have reconciled us to the daring of the conception, and +the conviction is forced on us that even so exalted a subject cannot +be made too familiar to us, provided it be presented in the true +spirit of Christian faith. The amplifications of the Scripture +narrative are often conceived with high poetic insight, and +this "Dream of the World's Tragedy" is, despite some trifling +incongruities, a lofty and not inadequate paraphrase of the supreme +climax of the inspired narrative.'--_Dublin Review_. + + +ANTHONY HOPE. THE GOD IN THE CAR. By ANTHONY HOPE, Author of 'A Change +of Air,' etc. _Sixth Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'Ruston is drawn with extraordinary skill, and Maggie Dennison with +many subtle strokes. The minor characters are clear cut. In short +the book is a brilliant one. "The God in the Car" is one of the most +remarkable works in a year that has given us the handiwork of nearly +all our best living novelists.'--_Standard_. + +'A very remarkable book, deserving of critical analysis impossible +within our limit; brilliant, but not superficial; well considered, but +not elaborated; constructed with the proverbial art that conceals, +but yet allows itself to be enjoyed by readers to whom fine literary +method is a keen pleasure; true without cynicism, subtle without +affectation, humorous without strain, witty without offence, +inevitably sad, with an unmorose simplicity.'--_The World_. + + +ANTHONY HOPE. A CHANGE OF AIR. By ANTHONY HOPE, Author of 'The +Prisoner of Zenda,' etc. _Second Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'A graceful, vivacious comedy, true to human nature. The characters +are traced with a masterly hand.'--_Times_. + + +ANTHONY HOPE. A MAN OF MARK. By ANTHONY HOPE, Author of 'The Prisoner +of Zenda,' 'The God in the Car,' etc. _Second Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'A bright, entertaining, unusually able book, quite worthy of its +brilliant author.'--_Queen_. + +'Of all Mr. Hope's books, "A Man of Mark" is the one which best +compares with "The Prisoner of Zenda." The two romances are +unmistakably the work of the same writer, and he possesses a style +of narrative peculiarly seductive, piquant, comprehensive, and--his +own.'--_National Observer_. + + +CONAN DOYLE. ROUND THE RED LAMP. By A. CONAN DOYLE, Author of 'The +White Company,' 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes,' etc. _Fourth +Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'The book is, indeed, composed of leaves from life, and is far and +away the best view that has been vouchsafed us behind the scenes of +the consulting-room. It is very superior to "The Diary of a late +Physician."'--_Illustrated London News_. + +'Dr. Doyle wields a cunning pen, as all the world now knows. His deft +touch is seen to perfection in these short sketches--these "facts and +fancies of medical life," as he calls them. Every page reveals the +literary artist, the keen observer, the trained delineator of human +nature, its weal and its woe.'--_Freeman's Journal_. + +'These tales are skilful, attractive, and eminently suited to give +relief to the mind of a reader in quest of distraction.'--_Athenaeum_. + + +STANLEY WEYMAN. UNDER THE RED ROBE. By STANLEY WEYMAN, Author of 'A +Gentleman of France.' With Twelve Illustrations by R. Caton Woodville. +_Seventh Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +A cheaper edition of a book which won instant popularity. No +unfavourable review occurred, and most critics spoke in terms of +enthusiastic admiration. The 'Westminster Gazette' called it '_a book +of which we have read every word for the sheer pleasure of reading, +and which we put down with a pang that we cannot forget it all and +start again_.' The 'Daily Chronicle' said that '_every one who reads +books at all must read this thrilling romance, from the first page +of which to the last the breathless reader is haled along_.' It also +called the book '_an inspiration of manliness and courage_.' The +'Globe' called it '_a delightful tale of chivalry and adventure, +vivid and dramatic, with a wholesome modesty and reverence for the +highest_.' + + +EMILY LAWLESS. MAELCHO: a Sixteenth Century Romance. By the Hon. EMILY +LAWLESS, Author of 'Grania,' 'Hurrish,' etc. _Second Edition. Crown +8vo. 6s._ + +'A striking and delightful book. A task something akin to Scott's +may lie before Miss Lawless. If she carries forward this series of +historical pictures with the same brilliancy and truth she has already +shown, and with the increasing self-control one may expect from +the genuine artist, she may do more for her country than many a +politician. Throughout this fascinating book, Miss Lawless has +produced something which is not strictly history and is not strictly +fiction, but nevertheless possesses both imaginative value and +historical insight in a high degree.'--_Times_. + +'A really great book.'--_Spectator_. + +'There is no keener pleasure in life than the recognition of genius. +Good work is commoner than it used to be, but the best is as rare as +ever. All the more gladly, therefore, do we welcome in "Maelcho" a +piece of work of the first order, which we do not hesitate to +describe as one of the most remarkable literary achievements of +this generation. Miss Lawless is possessed of the very essence of +historical genius.'--_Manchester Guardian_. + + +E.F. BENSON. DODO: A DETAIL OF THE DAY. By E.F. BENSON. _Crown 8vo. +Sixteenth Edition, 6s._ + +A story of society which attracted by its brilliance universal +attention. The best critics were cordial in their praise. The +'Guardian' spoke of 'Dodo' as '_unusually clever and interesting_'; +the 'Spectator' called it '_a delightfully witty sketch of society_;' +the 'Speaker' said the dialogue was '_a perpetual feast of epigram and +paradox_'; the 'Athenaeum' spoke of the author as '_a writer of +quite exceptional ability_'; the 'Academy' praised his '_amazing +cleverness_;' the 'World' said the book was '_brilliantly written_'; +and half-a-dozen papers declared there was '_not a dull page in the +book_.' + + +E.F. BENSON. THE RUBICON. By E.F. BENSON, Author of 'Dodo.' _Fourth +Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +Of Mr. Benson's second novel the 'Birmingham Post' says it is +'_well written, stimulating, unconventional, and, in a word, +characteristic_'; the 'National Observer congratulates Mr. Benson upon +'_an exceptional achievement_,' and calls the book '_a notable advance +on his previous work_.' + + +M.M. DOWIE. GALLIA. By MENIE MURIEL DOWIE, Author of 'A Girl in the +Carpathians.' _Second Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'The style is generally admirable, the dialogue not seldom brilliant, +the situations surprising in their freshness and originality, while +the subsidiary as well as the principal characters live and move, and +the story itself is readable from title-page to colophon.'--_Saturday +Review_. + +'A very notable book; a very sympathetically, at times delightfully +written book.'--_Daily Graphic_. + + +_MR. BARING GOULD'S NOVELS_ + +'To say that a book is by the author of "Mehalah" is to imply that +it contains a story cast on strong lines, containing dramatic +possibilities, vivid and sympathetic descriptions of Nature, and a +wealth of ingenious imagery.'--_Speaker_. + +'That whatever Mr. Baring Gould writes is well worth reading, is a +conclusion that may be very generally accepted. His views of life +are fresh and vigorous, his language pointed and characteristic, +the incidents of which he makes use are striking and original, his +characters are life-like, and though somewhat exceptional people, +are drawn and coloured with artistic force. Add to this that his +descriptions of scenes and scenery are painted with the loving eyes +and skilled hands of a master of his art, that he is always fresh and +never dull, and under such conditions it is no wonder that readers +have gained confidence both in his power of amusing and satisfying +them, and that year by year his popularity widens.'--_Court Circular_. + + +BARING GOULD. URITH: A Story of Dartmoor. By S. BARING GOULD. _Third +Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'The author is at his best.'--_Times_. + +'He has nearly reached the high water-mark of "Mehalah."'--_National +Observer_. + + +BARING GOULD. IN THE ROAR OF THE SEA: A Tale of the Cornish Coast. By +S. BARING GOULD. _Fifth Edition. 6s._ + + +BARING GOULD. MRS. CURGENVEN OF CURGENVEN. By S. BARING GOULD. _Fourth +Edition. 6s._ + +A story of Devon life. The 'Graphic' speaks of it as '_a novel of +vigorous humour and sustained power_'; the 'Sussex Daily News' says +that '_the swing of the narrative is splendid_'; and the 'Speaker' +mentions its '_bright imaginative power_.' + + +BARING GOULD. CHEAP JACK ZITA. By S. BARING GOULD. _Third Edition. +Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +A Romance of the Ely Fen District in 1815, which the 'Westminster +Gazette' calls '_a powerful drama of human passion_'; and the +'National Observer' '_a story worthy the author_.' + + +BARING GOULD. THE QUEEN OF LOVE. By S. BARING GOULD. _Third Edition. +Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +The 'Glasgow Herald' says that '_the scenery is admirable, and the +dramatic incidents are most striking_.' The 'Westminster Gazette' +calls the book '_strong, interesting, and clever_.' 'Punch' says that +'_you cannot put it down until you have finished it_.' 'The Sussex +Daily News' says that it '_can be heartily recommended to all who care +for cleanly, energetic, and interesting fiction_.' + + +BARING GOULD. KITTY ALONE. By S. BARING GOULD, Author of 'Mehalah,' +'Cheap Jack Zita,' etc. _Fourth Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'A strong and original story, teeming with graphic description, +stirring incident, and, above all, with vivid and enthralling human +interest.'--_Daily Telegraph_. + +'Brisk, clever, keen, healthy, humorous, and interesting.'--_National +Observer_. + +'Full of quaint and delightful studies of character.'--_Bristol +Mercury_. + + +MRS. OLIPHANT. SIR ROBERT'S FORTUNE. By MRS. OLIPHANT. _Crown 8vo. +6s._ + +'Full of her own peculiar charm of style and simple, subtle +character-painting comes her new gift, the delightful story before us. +The scene mostly lies in the moors, and at the touch of the authoress +a Scotch moor becomes a living thing, strong, tender, beautiful, and +changeful. The book will take rank among the best of Mrs. Oliphant's +good stories.'--_Pall Mall Gazette_. + + +W.E. NORRIS. MATTHEW AUSTIN. By W.E. NORRIS, Author of 'Mademoiselle +de Mersac,' etc. _Third Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'"Matthew Austin" may safely be pronounced one of the most +intellectually satisfactory and morally bracing novels of the current +year.'--_Daily Telegraph_. + +'Mr. W.E. Norris is always happy in his delineation of everyday +experiences, but rarely has he been brighter or breezier than in +"Matthew Austin." The pictures are in Mr. Norris's pleasantest vein, +while running through the entire story is a felicity of style and +wholesomeness of tone which one is accustomed to find in the novels of +this favourite author.'--_Scotsman_. + + +W.E. NORRIS. HIS GRACE. By W.E. NORRIS, Author of 'Mademoiselle de +Mersac.' _Third Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'Mr. Norris has drawn a really fine character in the Duke +of Hurstbourne, at once unconventional and very true to the +conventionalities of life, weak and strong in a breath, capable of +inane follies and heroic decisions, yet not so definitely portrayed +as to relieve a reader of the necessity of study on his own +behalf.'--_Athenaeum_. + + +W.E. NORRIS. THE DESPOTIC LADY AND OTHERS. By W.E. NORRIS, Author of +'Mademoiselle de Mersac.' _Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'A delightfully humorous tale of a converted and rehabilitated +rope-dancer.'--_Glasgow Herald_. + +'The ingenuity of the idea, the skill with which it is worked out, and +the sustained humour of its situations, make it after its own manner a +veritable little masterpiece.'--_Westminster Gazette_. + +'A budget of good fiction of which no one will tire.'--_Scotsman_. + +'An extremely entertaining volume--the sprightliest of holiday +companions.'--_Daily Telegraph_. + + +GILBERT PARKER. MRS. FALCHION. By GILBERT PARKER, Author of 'Pierre +and His People.' _Second Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +Mr. Parker's second book has received a warm welcome. The 'Athenaeum' +called it '_a splendid study of character_'; the 'Pall Mall Gazette' +spoke of the writing as '_but little behind anything that has been +done by any writer of our time_'; the 'St. James's' called it '_a very +striking and admirable novel_'; and the 'Westminster Gazette' applied +to it the epithet of '_distinguished_.' + + +GILBERT PARKER. PIERRE AND HIS PEOPLE. By GILBERT PARKER. _Second +Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'Stories happily conceived and finely executed. There is strength and +genius in Mr. Parker's style.'--_Daily Telegraph_. + + +GILBERT PARKER. THE TRANSLATION OF A SAVAGE. By GILBERT PARKER, Author +of 'Pierre and His People,' 'Mrs. Falchion,' etc. _Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'The plot is original and one difficult to work out; but Mr. Parker +has done it with great skill and delicacy. The reader who is not +interested in this original, fresh, and well-told tale must be a dull +person indeed.'--_Daily Chronicle_. + +'A strong and successful piece of workmanship. The portrait of +Lali, strong, dignified, and pure, is exceptionally well +drawn.'--_Manchester Guardian_. + +'A very pretty and interesting story, and Mr. Parker tells it with +much skill. The story is one to be read.'--_St. James's Gazette_. + + +GILBERT PARKER. THE TRAIL OF THE SWORD. By GILBERT PARKER, Author of +'Pierre and his People,' etc. _Third Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'Everybody with a soul for romance will thoroughly enjoy "The Trail of +the Sword."'--_St. James's Gazette_. + +'A rousing and dramatic tale. A book like this, in which swords flash, +great surprises are undertaken, and daring deeds done, in which men +and women live and love in the old straightforward passionate way, +is a joy inexpressible to the reviewer, brain-weary of the domestic +tragedies and psychological puzzles of everyday fiction; and we cannot +but believe that to the reader it will bring refreshment as welcome +and as keen.'--_Daily Chronicle_. + + +GILBERT PARKER. WHEN VALMOND CAME TO PONTIAC; The Story of a Lost +Napoleon. By GILBERT PARKER. _Second Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'Here we find romance--real, breathing, living romance, but it runs +flush with our own times, level with our own feelings. Not here can we +complain of lack of inevitableness or homogeneity. The character of +Valmond is drawn unerringly; his career, brief as it is, is placed +before us as convincingly as history itself. The book must be read, +we may say re-read, for any one thoroughly to appreciate Mr. Parker's +delicate touch and innate sympathy with humanity.'--_Pall Mall +Gazette_. + + +ARTHUR MORRISON. TALES OF MEAN STREETS. By ARTHUR MORRISON. _Third +Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'Told with consummate art and extraordinary detail. He tells a plain, +unvarnished tale, and the very truth of it makes for beauty. In the +true humanity of the book lies its justification, the permanence of +its interest, and its indubitable triumph.'--_Athenaeum_. + +'A great book. The author's method is amazingly effective, and +produces a thrilling sense of reality. The writer lays upon us a +master hand. The book is simply appalling and irresistible in its +interest. It is humorous also; without humour it would not make the +mark it is certain to make.'--_World_. + + +JULIAN CORBETT. A BUSINESS IN GREAT WATERS. By JULIAN CORBETT, Author +of 'For God and Gold,' 'Kophetus XIIIth.,' etc. _Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'There is plenty of incident and movement in this romance. It is +interesting as a novel framed in an historical setting, and it is +all the more worthy of attention from the lover of romance as +being absolutely free from the morbid, the frivolous, and the +ultra-sexual.'--_Athenaeum_. + +'A stirring tale of naval adventure during the Great French War. The +book is full of picturesque and attractive characters.'--_Glasgow +Herald_. + + +ROBERT BARR. IN THE MIDST OF ALARMS. By ROBERT BARR, Author of 'From +Whose Bourne,' etc. _Second Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'A book which has abundantly satisfied us by its capital +humour.'--_Daily Chronicle_. + +'Mr. Barr has achieved a triumph whereof he has every reason to be +proud.'--_Pall Mall Gazette_. + +'There is a quaint thought or a good joke on nearly every page. +The studies of character are carefully finished, and linger in the +memory.'--_Black and White_. + +'Distinguished for kindly feeling, genuine humour, and really graphic +portraiture.'--_Sussex Daily News_. + +'A delightful romance, with experiences strange and exciting. The +dialogue is always bright and witty; the scenes are depicted briefly +and effectively; and there is no incident from first to last that one +would wish to have omitted.'--_Scotsman_. + + +MRS. PINSENT. CHILDREN OF THIS WORLD. By ELLEN F. PINSENT, Author of +'Jenny's Case.' _Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'There is much clever writing in this book. The story is told in a +workmanlike manner, and the characters conduct themselves like average +human beings.'--_Daily News_. + +'Full of interest, and, with a large measure of present excellence, +gives ample promise of splendid work.'--_Birmingham Gazette_. + +'Mrs. Pinsent's new novel has plenty of vigour, variety, and good +writing. There are certainty of purpose, strength of touch, and +clearness of vision.'--_Athenaeum_. + + +CLARK RUSSELL. MY DANISH SWEETHEART. By W. CLARK RUSSELL, Author of +'The Wreck of the Grosvenor,' etc. _Illustrated. Third Edition. Crown +8vo. 6s._ + + +PRYCE. TIME AND THE WOMAN. By RICHARD PRYCE, Author of 'Miss Maxwell's +Affections,' 'The Quiet Mrs. Fleming,' etc. _Second Edition. Crown +8vo. 6s._ + +'Mr. Pryce's work recalls the style of Octave Feuillet, by its +clearness, conciseness, its literary reserve.'--_Athenaeum_. + + +MRS. WATSON. THIS MAN'S DOMINION. By the Author of 'A High Little +World.' _Second Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s._ + +'It is not a book to be read and forgotten on a railway journey, but +it is rather a study of the perplexing problems of life, to which the +reflecting mind will frequently return, even though the reader does +not accept the solutions which the author suggests. In these days, +when the output of merely amusing novels is so overpowering, this is +no slight praise. There is an underlying depth in the story which +reminds one, in a lesser degree, of the profundity of George Eliot, +and "This Man's Dominion" is by no means a novel to be thrust aside as +exhausted at one perusal.'--_Dundee Advertiser_. + + +MARRIOTT WATSON. DIOGENES OF LONDON and other Sketches. By H.B. +MARRIOTT WATSON, Author of 'The Web of the Spider.' _Crown 8vo. +Buckram. 6s._ + +'By all those who delight in the uses of words, who rate the exercise +of prose above the exercise of verse, who rejoice in all proofs of its +delicacy and its strength, who believe that English prose is chief +among the moulds of thought, by these Mr. Marriott Watson's book will +be welcomed.'--_National Observer_. + + +GILCHRIST. THE STONE DRAGON. By MURRAY GILCHRIST. _Crown 8vo. Buckram. +6s._ + +'The author's faults are atoned for by certain positive and admirable +merits. The romances have not their counterpart in modern literature, +and to read them is a unique experience.'--_National Observer_. + + + +THREE-AND-SIXPENNY NOVELS + + +EDNA LYALL. DERRICK VAUGHAN, NOVELIST. By EDNA LYALL, Author of +'Donovan,' etc. _Forty-first Thousand. Crown 8vo. 3s. 6d._ + + +BARING GOULD. ARMINELL: A Social Romance. By S. BARING GOULD. _New +Edition. Crown 8vo. 3s. 6d._ + + +BARING GOULD. MARGERY OF QUETHER, and other Stories. By S. BARING +GOULD. _Crown 8vo. 3s. 6d._ + + +BARING GOULD. JACQUETTA, and other Stories. By S. BARING GOULD. _Crown +8vo. 3s. 6d._ + + +MISS BENSON. SUBJECT TO VANITY. By MARGARET BENSON. _With numerous +Illustrations. Second Edition. Crown 8vo. 3s. 6d._ + +'A charming little book about household pets by a daughter of the +Archbishop of Canterbury.'--_Speaker_. + +'A delightful collection of studies of animal nature. It is +very seldom that we get anything so perfect in its kind.... The +illustrations are clever, and the whole book a singularly delightful +one.'--_Guardian_. + +'Humorous and sentimental by turns, Miss Benson always manages to +interest us in her pets, and all who love animals will appreciate +her book, not only for their sake, but quite as much for its +own.'--_Times_. + +'All lovers of animals should read Miss Benson's book. 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