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However, the tales make no pretence +but to amuse, and my friends have not seldom +asked for the publication. So not a great deal +is risked, perhaps, and perhaps also some one's +Christmas may be the cheerfuller for a storybook +which, I think, only once mentions the +war.</p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + + +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="toc"> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE RESIDENCE AT WHITMINSTER</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE DIARY OF MR. POYNTER</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>AN EPISODE OF CATHEDRAL HISTORY</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE STORY OF A DISAPPEARANCE AND AN APPEARANCE</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>TWO DOCTORS</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_RESIDENCE_AT_WHITMINSTER" id="THE_RESIDENCE_AT_WHITMINSTER"></a>THE RESIDENCE AT WHITMINSTER</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> +<h1><a name="A_Thin_Ghost_and_Others" id="A_Thin_Ghost_and_Others"></a>A Thin Ghost and Others</h1> + + + + +<h2><a name="THE_RESI_AT_WHIT" id="THE_RESI_AT_WHIT"></a>THE RESIDENCE AT WHITMINSTER</h2> + + +<p>Dr. Ashton—Thomas Ashton, Doctor of +Divinity—sat in his study, habited in +a dressing-gown, and with a silk cap on his +shaven head—his wig being for the time taken +off and placed on its block on a side table. He +was a man of some fifty-five years, strongly +made, of a sanguine complexion, an angry eye, +and a long upper lip. Face and eye were +lighted up at the moment when I picture him +by the level ray of an afternoon sun that shone +in upon him through a tall sash window, giving +on the west. The room into which it shone +was also tall, lined with book-cases, and, where +the wall showed between them, panelled. On +the table near the doctor's elbow was a green +cloth, and upon it what he would have called +a silver standish—a tray with inkstands—quill +pens, a calf-bound book or two, some papers, +a churchwarden pipe and brass tobacco-box, a +flask cased in plaited straw, and a liqueur glass.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +The year was 1730, the month December, the +hour somewhat past three in the afternoon.</p> + +<p>I have described in these lines pretty much all +that a superficial observer would have noted +when he looked into the room. What met +Dr. Ashton's eye when he looked out of it, +sitting in his leather arm-chair? Little more +than the tops of the shrubs and fruit-trees of +his garden could be seen from that point, but +the red brick wall of it was visible in almost all +the length of its western side. In the middle of +that was a gate—a double gate of rather elaborate +iron scroll-work, which allowed something +of a view beyond. Through it he could see that +the ground sloped away almost at once to a +bottom, along which a stream must run, and +rose steeply from it on the other side, up to a +field that was park-like in character, and thickly +studded with oaks, now, of course, leafless. +They did not stand so thick together but that +some glimpse of sky and horizon could be seen +between their stems. The sky was now golden +and the horizon, a horizon of distant woods, +it seemed, was purple.</p> + +<p>But all that Dr. Ashton could find to say, +after contemplating this prospect for many +minutes, was: "Abominable!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> + +<p>A listener would have been aware, immediately +upon this, of the sound of footsteps +coming somewhat hurriedly in the direction +of the study: by the resonance he could +have told that they were traversing a much +larger room. Dr. Ashton turned round in +his chair as the door opened, and looked +expectant. The incomer was a lady—a stout +lady in the dress of the time: though I have +made some attempt at indicating the doctor's +costume, I will not enterprise that of his +wife—for it was Mrs. Ashton who now entered. She +had an anxious, even a sorely distracted, look, +and it was in a very disturbed voice that she +almost whispered to Dr. Ashton, putting her +head close to his, "He's in a very sad way, +love, worse, I'm afraid." "Tt—tt, is he really?" +and he leaned back and looked in her face. +She nodded. Two solemn bells, high up, and +not far away, rang out the half-hour at this +moment. Mrs. Ashton started. "Oh, do you +think you can give order that the minster clock +be stopped chiming to-night? 'Tis just over his +chamber, and will keep him from sleeping, +and to sleep is the only chance for him, that's +certain." "Why, to be sure, if there were need, +real need, it could be done, but not upon any<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +light occasion. This Frank, now, do you assure +me that his recovery stands upon it?" said +Dr. Ashton: his voice was loud and rather hard. +"I do verily believe it," said his wife. "Then, +if it must be, bid Molly run across to Simpkins +and say on my authority that he is to stop the +clock chimes at sunset: and—yes—she is after +that to say to my lord Saul that I wish to see +him presently in this room." Mrs. Ashton +hurried off.</p> + +<p>Before any other visitor enters, it will be +well to explain the situation.</p> + +<p>Dr. Ashton was the holder, among other +preferments, of a prebend in the rich collegiate +church of Whitminster, one of the foundations +which, though not a cathedral, survived dissolution +and reformation, and retained its constitution +and endowments for a hundred years after +the time of which I write. The great church, +the residences of the dean and the two prebendaries, +the choir and its appurtenances, were all +intact and in working order. A dean who +flourished soon after 1500 had been a great +builder, and had erected a spacious quadrangle +of red brick adjoining the church for the residence +of the officials. Some of these persons +were no longer required: their offices had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> +dwindled down to mere titles, borne by clergy +or lawyers in the town and neighbourhood; and +so the houses that had been meant to accommodate +eight or ten people were now shared among +three, the dean and the two prebendaries. +Dr. Ashton's included what had been the +common parlour and the dining-hall of the +whole body. It occupied a whole side of +the court, and at one end had a private door +into the minster. The other end, as we have +seen, looked out over the country.</p> + +<p>So much for the house. As for the inmates, +Dr. Ashton was a wealthy man and childless, +and he had adopted, or rather undertaken to +bring up, the orphan son of his wife's sister. +Frank Sydall was the lad's name: he had been +a good many months in the house. Then one +day came a letter from an Irish peer, the Earl +of Kildonan (who had known Dr. Ashton at +college), putting it to the doctor whether he +would consider taking into his family the +Viscount Saul, the Earl's heir, and acting in +some sort as his tutor. Lord Kildonan was +shortly to take up a post in the Lisbon Embassy, +and the boy was unfit to make the voyage: +"not that he is sickly," the Earl wrote, "though +you'll find him whimsical, or of late I've thought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +him so, and to confirm this, 'twas only to-day +his old nurse came expressly to tell me he was +possess'd: but let that pass; I'll warrant you +can find a spell to make all straight. Your arm +was stout enough in old days, and I give you +plenary authority to use it as you see fit. The +truth is, he has here no boys of his age or +quality to consort with, and is given to moping +about in our raths and graveyards: and he +brings home romances that fright my servants +out of their wits. So there are you and your +lady forewarned." It was perhaps with half +an eye open to the possibility of an Irish +bishopric (at which another sentence in the +Earl's letter seemed to hint) that Dr. Ashton +accepted the charge of my Lord Viscount Saul +and of the 200 guineas a year that were to +come with him.</p> + +<p>So he came, one night in September. When +he got out of the chaise that brought him, he +went first and spoke to the postboy and gave +him some money, and patted the neck of his +horse. Whether he made some movement that +scared it or not, there was very nearly a nasty +accident, for the beast started violently, and +the postilion being unready was thrown and +lost his fee, as he found afterwards, and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +chaise lost some paint on the gateposts, and the +wheel went over the man's foot who was taking +out the baggage. When Lord Saul came up +the steps into the light of the lamp in the porch +to be greeted by Dr. Ashton, he was seen to +be a thin youth of, say, sixteen years old, with +straight black hair and the pale colouring that +is common to such a figure. He took the +accident and commotion calmly enough, and +expressed a proper anxiety for the people who +had been, or might have been, hurt: his voice +was smooth and pleasant, and without any +trace, curiously, of an Irish brogue.</p> + +<p>Frank Sydall was a younger boy, perhaps of +eleven or twelve, but Lord Saul did not for that +reject his company. Frank was able to teach +him various games he had not known in Ireland, +and he was apt at learning them; apt, too, at +his books, though he had had little or no regular +teaching at home. It was not long before he was +making a shift to puzzle out the inscriptions +on the tombs in the minster, and he would often +put a question to the doctor about the old +books in the library that required some thought +to answer. It is to be supposed that he made +himself very agreeable to the servants, for +within ten days of his coming they were almost<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +falling over each other in their efforts to oblige +him. At the same time, Mrs. Ashton was rather +put to it to find new maidservants; for there +were several changes, and some of the families +in the town from which she had been accustomed +to draw seemed to have no one available. She +was forced to go further afield than was usual.</p> + +<p>These generalities I gather from the doctor's +notes in his diary and from letters. They are +generalities, and we should like, in view of +what has to be told, something sharper and +more detailed. We get it in entries which +begin late in the year, and, I think, were posted +up all together after the final incident; but they +cover so few days in all that there is no need +to doubt that the writer could remember the +course of things accurately.</p> + +<p>On a Friday morning it was that a fox, or +perhaps a cat, made away with Mrs. Ashton's +most prized black cockerel, a bird without a +single white feather on its body. Her husband +had told her often enough that it would make +a suitable sacrifice to Æsculapius; that had +discomfited her much, and now she would +hardly be consoled. The boys looked everywhere +for traces of it: Lord Saul brought in +a few feathers, which seemed to have been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +partially burnt on the garden rubbish-heap. +It was on the same day that Dr. Ashton, looking +out of an upper window, saw the two boys +playing in the corner of the garden at a game +he did not understand. Frank was looking +earnestly at something in the palm of his +hand. Saul stood behind him and seemed to +be listening. After some minutes he very +gently laid his hand on Frank's head, and +almost instantly thereupon, Frank suddenly +dropped whatever it was that he was holding, +clapped his hands to his eyes, and sank down +on the grass. Saul, whose face expressed great +anger, hastily picked the object up, of which it +could only be seen that it was glittering, put +it in his pocket, and turned away, leaving +Frank huddled up on the grass. Dr. Ashton +rapped on the window to attract their attention, +and Saul looked up as if in alarm, and then +springing to Frank, pulled him up by the arm +and led him away. When they came in to +dinner, Saul explained that they had been +acting a part of the tragedy of Radamistus, in +which the heroine reads the future fate of her +father's kingdom by means of a glass ball held +in her hand, and is overcome by the terrible +events she has seen. During this explanation<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +Frank said nothing, only looked rather bewilderedly +at Saul. He must, Mrs. Ashton thought, +have contracted a chill from the wet of the +grass, for that evening he was certainly feverish +and disordered; and the disorder was of the +mind as well as the body, for he seemed to have +something he wished to say to Mrs. Ashton, +only a press of household affairs prevented her +from paying attention to him; and when she +went, according to her habit, to see that the +light in the boys' chamber had been taken away, +and to bid them good-night, he seemed to be +sleeping, though his face was unnaturally flushed, +to her thinking: Lord Saul, however, was pale +and quiet, and smiling in his slumber.</p> + +<p>Next morning it happened that Dr. Ashton +was occupied in church and other business, and +unable to take the boys' lessons. He therefore +set them tasks to be written and brought to +him. Three times, if not oftener, Frank +knocked at the study door, and each time the +doctor chanced to be engaged with some visitor, +and sent the boy off rather roughly, which he +later regretted. Two clergymen were at dinner +this day, and both remarked—being fathers of +families—that the lad seemed sickening for a +fever, in which they were too near the truth,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +and it had been better if he had been put to +bed forthwith: for a couple of hours later in +the afternoon he came running into the house, +crying out in a way that was really terrifying, +and rushing to Mrs. Ashton, clung about her, +begging her to protect him, and saying, "Keep +them off! keep them off!" without intermission. +And it was now evident that some +sickness had taken strong hold of him. He was +therefore got to bed in another chamber from +that in which he commonly lay, and the physician +brought to him: who pronounced the disorder +to be grave and affecting the lad's brain, +and prognosticated a fatal end to it if strict quiet +were not observed, and those sedative remedies +used which he should prescribe.</p> + +<p>We are now come by another way to the +point we had reached before. The minster +clock has been stopped from striking, and Lord +Saul is on the threshold of the study.</p> + +<p>"What account can you give of this poor +lad's state?" was Dr. Ashton's first question. +"Why, sir, little more than you know already, +I fancy. I must blame myself, though, for +giving him a fright yesterday when we were +acting that foolish play you saw. I fear I +made him take it more to heart than I meant."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +"How so?" "Well, by telling him foolish +tales I had picked up in Ireland of what we call +the second sight." "<i>Second</i> sight! What kind +of sight might that be?" "Why, you know +our ignorant people pretend that some are able +to foresee what is to come—sometimes in a +glass, or in the air, maybe, and at Kildonan +we had an old woman that pretended to such a +power. And I daresay I coloured the matter +more highly than I should: but I never dreamed +Frank would take it so near as he did." "You +were wrong, my lord, very wrong, in meddling +with such superstitious matters at all, and you +should have considered whose house you were +in, and how little becoming such actions are +to my character and person or to your own: +but pray how came it that you, acting, as you +say, a play, should fall upon anything that +could so alarm Frank?" "That is what I can +hardly tell, sir: he passed all in a moment from +rant about battles and lovers and Cleodora and +Antigenes to something I could not follow at all, +and then dropped down as you saw." "Yes: +was that at the moment when you laid your +hand on the top of his head?" Lord Saul gave +a quick look at his questioner—quick and spiteful—and +for the first time seemed unready with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +an answer. "About that time it may have +been," he said. "I have tried to recollect myself, +but I am not sure. There was, at any rate, +no significance in what I did then." "Ah!" +said Dr. Ashton, "well, my lord, I should do +wrong were I not to tell you that this fright of +my poor nephew may have very ill consequences +to him. The doctor speaks very despondingly +of his state." Lord Saul pressed his hands +together and looked earnestly upon Dr. Ashton. +"I am willing to believe you had no bad intention, +as assuredly you could have no reason +to bear the poor boy malice: but I cannot +wholly free you from blame in the affair." As +he spoke, the hurrying steps were heard again, +and Mrs. Ashton came quickly into the room, +carrying a candle, for the evening had by this +time closed in. She was greatly agitated. +"O come!" she cried, "come directly. I'm +sure he is going." "Going? Frank? Is it +possible? Already?" With some such incoherent +words the doctor caught up a book of +prayers from the table and ran out after his +wife. Lord Saul stopped for a moment where +he was. Molly, the maid, saw him bend over +and put both hands to his face. If it were the +last words she had to speak, she said afterwards,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> +he was striving to keep back a fit of laughing. +Then he went out softly, following the others.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Ashton was sadly right in her forecast. +I have no inclination to imagine the last scene +in detail. What Dr. Ashton records is, or may +be taken to be, important to the story. They +asked Frank if he would like to see his companion, +Lord Saul, once again. The boy was +quite collected, it appears, in these moments. +"No," he said, "I do not want to see him; but +you should tell him I am afraid he will be very +cold." "What do you mean, my dear?" said +Mrs. Ashton. "Only that;" said Frank, "but +say to him besides that I am free of them now, +but he should take care. And I am sorry about +your black cockerel, Aunt Ashton; but he +said we must use it so, if we were to see all +that could be seen."</p> + +<p>Not many minutes after, he was gone. Both +the Ashtons were grieved, she naturally most; but +the doctor, though not an emotional man, felt +the pathos of the early death: and, besides, there +was the growing suspicion that all had not been +told him by Saul, and that there was something +here which was out of his beaten track. When +he left the chamber of death, it was to walk +across the quadrangle of the residence to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +sexton's house. A passing bell, the greatest +of the minster bells, must be rung, a grave +must be dug in the minster yard, and there +was now no need to silence the chiming of the +minster clock. As he came slowly back in the +dark, he thought he must see Lord Saul again. +That matter of the black cockerel—trifling as +it might seem—would have to be cleared up. +It might be merely a fancy of the sick boy, but +if not, was there not a witch-trial he had read, +in which some grim little rite of sacrifice had +played a part? Yes, he must see Saul.</p> + +<p>I rather guess these thoughts of his than +find written authority for them. That there +was another interview is certain: certain also +that Saul would (or, as he said, could) throw no +light on Frank's words: though the message, +or some part of it, appeared to affect him horribly. +But there is no record of the talk in detail. +It is only said that Saul sat all that evening +in the study, and when he bid good-night, +which he did most reluctantly, asked for the +doctor's prayers.</p> + +<p>The month of January was near its end when +Lord Kildonan, in the Embassy at Lisbon, +received a letter that for once gravely disturbed +that vain man and neglectful father. Saul was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +dead. The scene at Frank's burial had been +very distressing. The day was awful in blackness +and wind: the bearers, staggering blindly +along under the flapping black pall, found it +a hard job, when they emerged from the porch +of the minster, to make their way to the grave. +Mrs. Ashton was in her room—women did not +then go to their kinsfolk's funerals—but Saul +was there, draped in the mourning cloak of the +time, and his face was white and fixed as that +of one dead, except when, as was noticed three +or four times, he suddenly turned his head to +the left and looked over his shoulder. It was +then alive with a terrible expression of listening +fear. No one saw him go away: and no one +could find him that evening. All night the +gale buffeted the high windows of the church, +and howled over the upland and roared through +the woodland. It was useless to search in +the open: no voice of shouting or cry for +help could possibly be heard. All that Dr. +Ashton could do was to warn the people about +the college, and the town constables, and to +sit up, on the alert for any news, and this he +did. News came early next morning, brought +by the sexton, whose business it was to open +the church for early prayers at seven, and who<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> +sent the maid rushing upstairs with wild eyes +and flying hair to summon her master. The +two men dashed across to the south door of +the minster, there to find Lord Saul clinging +desperately to the great ring of the door, his +head sunk between his shoulders, his stockings +in rags, his shoes gone, his legs torn and bloody.</p> + +<p>This was what had to be told to Lord Kildonan, +and this really ends the first part of +the story. The tomb of Frank Sydall and of +the Lord Viscount Saul, only child and heir +to William Earl of Kildonan, is one: a stone +altar tomb in Whitminster churchyard.</p> + +<p>Dr. Ashton lived on for over thirty years in +his prebendal house, I do not know how quietly, +but without visible disturbance. His successor +preferred a house he already owned in the town, +and left that of the senior prebendary vacant. +Between them these two men saw the eighteenth +century out and the nineteenth in; for Mr. +Hindes, the successor of Ashton, became prebendary +at nine-and-twenty and died at nine-and-eighty. +So that it was not till 1823 or +1824 that any one succeeded to the post who +intended to make the house his home. The +man who did was Dr. Henry Oldys, whose +name may be known to some of my readers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +as that of the author of a row of volumes +labelled <i>Oldys's Works</i>, which occupy a place +that must be honoured, since it is so rarely +touched, upon the shelves of many a substantial +library.</p> + +<p>Dr. Oldys, his niece, and his servants took +some months to transfer furniture and books +from his Dorsetshire parsonage to the quadrangle +of Whitminster, and to get everything +into place. But eventually the work was done, +and the house (which, though untenanted, had +always been kept sound and weather-tight) woke +up, and like Monte Cristo's mansion at Auteuil, +lived, sang, and bloomed once more. On a +certain morning in June it looked especially +fair, as Dr. Oldys strolled in his garden before +breakfast and gazed over the red roof at the +minster tower with its four gold vanes, backed +by a very blue sky, and very white little clouds.</p> + +<p>"Mary," he said, as he seated himself at the +breakfast table and laid down something hard +and shiny on the cloth, "here's a find which +the boy made just now. You'll be sharper than +I if you can guess what it's meant for." It was +a round and perfectly smooth tablet—as much +as an inch thick—of what seemed clear glass. +"It is rather attractive at all events," said Mary:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +she was a fair woman, with light hair and large +eyes, rather a devotee of literature. "Yes," +said her uncle, "I thought you'd be pleased +with it. I presume it came from the house: +it turned up in the rubbish-heap in the corner." +"I'm not sure that I do like it, after all," said +Mary, some minutes later. "Why in the world +not, my dear?" "I don't know, I'm sure. +Perhaps it's only fancy." "Yes, only fancy +and romance, of course. What's that book, +now—the name of that book, I mean, that +you had your head in all yesterday?" +"<i>The Talisman</i>, Uncle. Oh, if this should +turn out to be a talisman, how enchanting +it would be!" "Yes, <i>The Talisman</i>: +ah, well, you're welcome to it, whatever it +is: I must be off about my business. Is all +well in the house? Does it suit you? Any +complaints from the servants' hall?" "No, +indeed, nothing could be more charming. The +only <i>soupçon</i> of a complaint besides the lock +of the linen closet, which I told you of, is that +Mrs. Maple says she cannot get rid of the +sawflies out of that room you pass through at +the other end of the hall. By the way, are +you sure you like your bedroom? It is a long +way off from any one else, you know." "Like<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +it? To be sure I do; the further off from you, +my dear, the better. There, don't think it +necessary to beat me: accept my apologies. +But what are sawflies? will they eat my coats? +If not, they may have the room to themselves +for what I care. We are not likely to be using +it." "No, of course not. Well, what she calls +sawflies are those reddish things like a daddy-longlegs, +but smaller,<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> and there are a great +many of them perching about that room, +certainly. I don't like them, but I don't fancy +they are mischievous." "There seem to be +several things you don't like this fine morning," +said her uncle, as he closed the door. Miss +Oldys remained in her chair looking at the +tablet, which she was holding in the palm of +her hand. The smile that had been on her +face faded slowly from it and gave place to +an expression of curiosity and almost strained +attention. Her reverie was broken by the entrance +of Mrs. Maple, and her invariable opening, +"Oh, Miss, could I speak to you a minute?"</p> + +<p>A letter from Miss Oldys to a friend in +Lichfield, begun a day or two before, is the +next source for this story. It is not devoid of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +traces of the influence of that leader of female +thought in her day, Miss Anna Seward, known +to some as the Swan of Lichfield.</p> + +<p>"My sweetest Emily will be rejoiced to hear +that we are at length—my beloved uncle and +myself—settled in the house that now calls us +master—nay, master and mistress—as in past +ages it has called so many others. Here we +taste a mingling of modern elegance and hoary +antiquity, such as has never ere now graced +life for either of us. The town, small as it +is, affords us some reflection, pale indeed, but +veritable, of the sweets of polite intercourse: +the adjacent country numbers amid the occupants +of its scattered mansions some whose +polish is annually refreshed by contact with +metropolitan splendour, and others whose robust +and homely geniality is, at times, and by way +of contrast, not less cheering and acceptable. +Tired of the parlours and drawing-rooms of our +friends, we have ready to hand a refuge from +the clash of wits or the small talk of the day +amid the solemn beauties of our venerable +minster, whose silvern chimes daily 'knoll us +to prayer,' and in the shady walks of whose +tranquil graveyard we muse with softened +heart, and ever and anon with moistened eye,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +upon the memorials of the young, the beautiful, +the aged, the wise, and the good."</p> + +<p>Here there is an abrupt break both in the +writing and the style.</p> + +<p>"But my dearest Emily, I can no longer +write with the care which you deserve, and in +which we both take pleasure. What I have to +tell you is wholly foreign to what has gone +before. This morning my uncle brought in +to breakfast an object which had been found +in the garden; it was a glass or crystal tablet +of this shape (a little sketch is given), which +he handed to me, and which, after he left the +room, remained on the table by me. I gazed +at it, I know not why, for some minutes, till +called away by the day's duties; and you will +smile incredulously when I say that I seemed to +myself to begin to descry reflected in it objects +and scenes which were not in the room where +I was. You will not, however, be surprised +that after such an experience I took the first +opportunity to seclude myself in my room with +what I now half believed to be a talisman of +mickle might. I was not disappointed. I assure +you, Emily, by that memory which is dearest +to both of us, that what I went through this +afternoon transcends the limits of what I had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +before deemed credible. In brief, what I saw, +seated in my bedroom, in the broad daylight +of summer, and looking into the crystal depth +of that small round tablet, was this. First, a +prospect, strange to me, of an enclosure of +rough and hillocky grass, with a grey stone +ruin in the midst, and a wall of rough stones +about it. In this stood an old, and very ugly, +woman in a red cloak and ragged skirt, talking +to a boy dressed in the fashion of maybe a +hundred years ago. She put something which +glittered into his hand, and he something into +hers, which I saw to be money, for a single +coin fell from her trembling hand into the +grass. The scene passed—I should have remarked, +by the way, that on the rough walls +of the enclosure I could distinguish bones, and +even a skull, lying in a disorderly fashion. +Next, I was looking upon two boys; one the +figure of the former vision, the other younger. +They were in a plot of garden, walled round, +and this garden, in spite of the difference in +arrangement, and the small size of the trees, +I could clearly recognize as being that upon +which I now look from my window. The boys +were engaged in some curious play, it seemed. +Something was smouldering on the ground.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> +The elder placed his hands upon it, and then +raised them in what I took to be an attitude of +prayer: and I saw, and started at seeing, that +on them were deep stains of blood. The sky +above was overcast. The same boy now turned +his face towards the wall of the garden, and +beckoned with both his raised hands, and as +he did so I was conscious that some moving +objects were becoming visible over the top of +the wall—whether heads or other parts of +some animal or human forms I could not tell. +Upon the instant the elder boy turned sharply, +seized the arm of the younger (who all this time +had been poring over what lay on the ground), +and both hurried off. I then saw blood upon +the grass, a little pile of bricks, and what I +thought were black feathers scattered about. +That scene closed, and the next was so dark +that perhaps the full meaning of it escaped +me. But what I seemed to see was a form, +at first crouching low among trees or bushes +that were being threshed by a violent wind, +then running very swiftly, and constantly +turning a pale face to look behind him, as if +he feared a pursuer: and, indeed, pursuers were +following hard after him. Their shapes were +but dimly seen, their number—three or four,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +perhaps, only guessed. I suppose they were +on the whole more like dogs than anything else, +but dogs such as we have seen they assuredly +were not. Could I have closed my eyes to this +horror, I would have done so at once, but I +was helpless. The last I saw was the victim +darting beneath an arch and clutching at some +object to which he clung: and those that were +pursuing him overtook him, and I seemed to +hear the echo of a cry of despair. It may be +that I became unconscious: certainly I had +the sensation of awaking to the light of day +after an interval of darkness. Such, in literal +truth, Emily, was my vision—I can call it by +no other name—of this afternoon. Tell me, +have I not been the unwilling witness of some +episode of a tragedy connected with this very +house?"</p> + +<p>The letter is continued next day. "The tale +of yesterday was not completed when I laid +down my pen. I said nothing of my experiences +to my uncle—you know, yourself, how +little his robust common-sense would be prepared +to allow of them, and how in his eyes +the specific remedy would be a black draught +or a glass of port. After a silent evening, then—silent, +not sullen—I retired to rest. Judge<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +of my terror, when, not yet in bed, I heard what +I can only describe as a distant bellow, and +knew it for my uncle's voice, though never in +my hearing so exerted before. His sleeping-room +is at the further extremity of this large +house, and to gain access to it one must traverse +an antique hall some eighty feet long and a +lofty panelled chamber, and two unoccupied +bedrooms. In the second of these—a room +almost devoid of furniture—I found him, in +the dark, his candle lying smashed on the floor. +As I ran in, bearing a light, he clasped me in +arms that trembled for the first time since I +have known him, thanked God, and hurried +me out of the room. He would say nothing +of what had alarmed him. 'To-morrow, to-morrow,' +was all I could get from him. A bed +was hastily improvised for him in the room +next to my own. I doubt if his night was more +restful than mine. I could only get to sleep in +the small hours, when daylight was already +strong, and then my dreams were of the grimmest—particularly +one which stamped itself on +my brain, and which I must set down on the +chance of dispersing the impression it has made. +It was that I came up to my room with a heavy +foreboding of evil oppressing me, and went with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +a hesitation and reluctance I could not explain +to my chest of drawers. I opened the top +drawer, in which was nothing but ribbons and +handkerchiefs, and then the second, where was +as little to alarm, and then, O heavens, the +third and last: and there was a mass of linen +neatly folded: upon which, as I looked with +curiosity that began to be tinged with horror, +I perceived a movement in it, and a pink hand +was thrust out of the folds and began to grope +feebly in the air. I could bear it no more, +and rushed from the room, clapping the door +after me, and strove with all my force to lock +it. But the key would not turn in the wards, +and from within the room came a sound of +rustling and bumping, drawing nearer and +nearer to the door. Why I did not flee down +the stairs I know not. I continued grasping the +handle, and mercifully, as the door was plucked +from my hand with an irresistible force, I +awoke. You may not think this very alarming, +but I assure you it was so to me.</p> + +<p>"At breakfast to-day my uncle was very +uncommunicative, and I think ashamed of the +fright he had given us; but afterwards he +inquired of me whether Mr. Spearman was still +in town, adding that he thought that was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +young man who had some sense left in his head. +I think you know, my dear Emily, that I +am not inclined to disagree with him there, and +also that I was not unlikely to be able to answer +his question. To Mr. Spearman he accordingly +went, and I have not seen him since. I must +send this strange budget of news to you now, +or it may have to wait over more than one post."</p> + +<p>The reader will not be far out if he guesses +that Miss Mary and Mr. Spearman made a +match of it not very long after this month of +June. Mr. Spearman was a young spark, who +had a good property in the neighbourhood of +Whitminster, and not unfrequently about this +time spent a few days at the "King's Head," +ostensibly on business. But he must have had +some leisure, for his diary is copious, especially +for the days of which I am telling the story. +It is probable to me that he wrote this episode +as fully as he could at the bidding of Miss +Mary.</p> + +<p>"Uncle Oldys (how I hope I may have +the right to call him so before long!) called this +morning. After throwing out a good many +short remarks on indifferent topics, he said +'I wish, Spearman, you'd listen to an odd +story and keep a close tongue about it just<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +for a bit, till I get more light on it.' 'To be +sure,' said I, 'you may count on me.' 'I +don't know what to make of it,' he said. 'You +know my bedroom. It is well away from every +one else's, and I pass through the great hall +and two or three other rooms to get to it.' +'Is it at the end next the minster, then?' +I asked. 'Yes, it is: well, now, yesterday +morning my Mary told me that the room next +before it was infested with some sort of fly that +the housekeeper couldn't get rid of. That may +be the explanation, or it may not. What do +you think?' 'Why,' said I, 'you've not yet +told me what has to be explained.' 'True +enough, I don't believe I have; but by-the-by, +what are these sawflies? What's the size of +them?' I began to wonder if he was touched +in the head. 'What I call a sawfly,' I said very +patiently, 'is a red animal, like a daddy-longlegs, +but not so big, perhaps an inch long, +perhaps less. It is very hard in the body, and +to me'—I was going to say 'particularly offensive,' +but he broke in, 'Come, come; an inch +or less. That won't do.' 'I can only tell you,' +I said, 'what I know. Would it not be better +if you told me from first to last what it is that +has puzzled you, and then I may be able to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +give you some kind of an opinion.' He gazed at +me meditatively. 'Perhaps it would,' he said. +'I told Mary only to-day that I thought you +had some vestiges of sense in your head.' (I +bowed my acknowledgements.) 'The thing is, +I've an odd kind of shyness about talking of it. +Nothing of the sort has happened to me before. +Well, about eleven o'clock last night, or after, +I took my candle and set out for my room. I +had a book in my other hand—I always read +something for a few minutes before I drop off +to sleep. A dangerous habit: I don't recommend +it: but I know how to manage my light +and my bed curtains. Now then, first, as I +stepped out of my study into the great half +that's next to it, and shut the door, my candle +went out. I supposed I had clapped the door +behind me too quick, and made a draught, +and I was annoyed, for I'd no tinder-box +nearer than my bedroom. But I knew my way +well enough, and went on. The next thing +was that my book was struck out of my hand +in the dark: if I said twitched out of my hand +it would better express the sensation. It fell +on the floor. I picked it up, and went on, +more annoyed than before, and a little startled. +But as you know, that hall has many windows<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +without curtains, and in summer nights like +these it is easy to see not only where the +furniture is, but whether there's any one or +anything moving, and there was no one—nothing +of the kind. So on I went through the hall and +through the audit chamber next to it, which +also has big windows, and then into the bedrooms +which lead to my own, where the curtains +were drawn, and I had to go slower because of +steps here and there. It was in the second of +those rooms that I nearly got my <i>quietus</i>. The +moment I opened the door of it I felt there +was something wrong. I thought twice, I +confess, whether I shouldn't turn back and +find another way there is to my room rather +than go through that one. Then I was ashamed +of myself, and thought what people call better +of it, though I don't know about "better" in +this case. If I was to describe my experience +exactly, I should say this: there was a dry, +light, rustling sound all over the room as I +went in, and then (you remember it was perfectly +dark) something seemed to rush at me, +and there was—I don't know how to put it—a +sensation of long thin arms, or legs, or feelers, +all about my face, and neck, and body. Very +little strength in them, there seemed to be, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +Spearman, I don't think I was ever more horrified +or disgusted in all my life, that I remember: +and it does take something to put me out. I +roared out as loud as I could, and flung away my +candle at random, and, knowing I was near the +window, I tore at the curtain and somehow +let in enough light to be able to see something +waving which I knew was an insect's leg, by +the shape of it: but, Lord, what a size! Why +the beast must have been as tall as I am. And +now you tell me sawflies are an inch long or +less. What do you make of it, Spearman?'</p> + +<p>"'For goodness sake finish your story first,' +I said. 'I never heard anything like it.' 'Oh,' +said he, 'there's no more to tell. Mary ran in +with a light, and there was nothing there. I +didn't tell her what was the matter. I changed +my room for last night, and I expect for good.' +'Have you searched this odd room of yours?' +I said. 'What do you keep in it?' 'We +don't use it,' he answered. 'There's an old press +there, and some little other furniture.' 'And +in the press?' said I. 'I don't know; I never +saw it opened, but I do know that it's locked.' +'Well, I should have it looked into, and, if you +had time, I own to having some curiosity to +see the place myself.' 'I didn't exactly like to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +ask you, but that's rather what I hoped you'd +say. Name your time and I'll take you there.' +'No time like the present,' I said at once, for +I saw he would never settle down to anything +while this affair was in suspense. He got up +with great alacrity, and looked at me, I am +tempted to think, with marked approval. +'Come along,' was all he said, however; and +was pretty silent all the way to his house. My +Mary (as he calls her in public, and I in private) +was summoned, and we proceeded to the room. +The Doctor had gone so far as to tell her that +he had had something of a fright there last +night, of what nature he had not yet divulged; +but now he pointed out and described, very +briefly, the incidents of his progress. When we +were near the important spot, he pulled up, +and allowed me to pass on. 'There's the room,' +he said. 'Go in, Spearman, and tell us what +you find.' Whatever I might have felt at +midnight, noonday I was sure would keep +back anything sinister, and I flung the door +open with an air and stepped in. It was a +well-lighted room, with its large window on +the right, though not, I thought, a very airy +one. The principal piece of furniture was the +gaunt old press of dark wood. There was, too,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +a four-post bedstead, a mere skeleton which +could hide nothing, and there was a chest of +drawers. On the window-sill and the floor near +it were the dead bodies of many hundred sawflies, +and one torpid one which I had some satisfaction +in killing. I tried the door of the press, +but could not open it: the drawers, too, were +locked. Somewhere, I was conscious, there was +a faint rustling sound, but I could not locate +it, and when I made my report to those outside, +I said nothing of it. But, I said, clearly +the next thing was to see what was in those +locked receptacles. Uncle Oldys turned to +Mary. 'Mrs. Maple,' he said, and Mary ran +off—no one, I am sure, steps like her—and soon +came back at a soberer pace, with an elderly +lady of discreet aspect.</p> + +<p>"'Have you the keys of these things, Mrs. +Maple?' said Uncle Oldys. His simple words +let loose a torrent (not violent, but copious) +of speech: had she been a shade or two higher +in the social scale, Mrs. Maple might have stood +as the model for Miss Bates.</p> + +<p>"'Oh, Doctor, and Miss, and you too, sir,' she +said, acknowledging my presence with a bend, +'them keys! who was that again that come +when first we took over things in this house—a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +gentleman in business it was, and I gave him +his luncheon in the small parlour on account of +us not having everything as we should like to +see it in the large one—chicken, and apple-pie, +and a glass of madeira—dear, dear, you'll say +I'm running on, Miss Mary; but I only mention +it to bring back my recollection; and there it +comes—Gardner, just the same as it did last +week with the artichokes and the text of the +sermon. Now that Mr. Gardner, every key I +got from him were labelled to itself, and each +and every one was a key of some door or another +in this house, and sometimes two; and when I +say door, my meaning is door of a room, not +like such a press as this is. Yes, Miss Mary, I +know full well, and I'm just making it clear +to your uncle and you too, sir. But now there +<i>was</i> a box which this same gentleman he give +over into my charge, and thinking no harm +after he was gone I took the liberty, knowing +it was your uncle's property, to rattle it: and +unless I'm most surprisingly deceived, in that +box there was keys, but what keys, that, Doctor, +is known Elsewhere, for open the box, no that +I would not do.'</p> + +<p>"I wondered that Uncle Oldys remained as +quiet as he did under this address. Mary, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> +knew, was amused by it, and he probably had +been taught by experience that it was useless +to break in upon it. At any rate he did not, +but merely said at the end, 'Have you that +box handy, Mrs. Maple? If so, you might +bring it here.' Mrs. Maple pointed her finger +at him, either in accusation or in gloomy triumph. +'There,' she said, 'was I to choose +out the very words out of your mouth, Doctor, +them would be the ones. And if I've took it +to my own rebuke one half-a-dozen times, it's +been nearer fifty. Laid awake I have in my +bed, sat down in my chair I have, the same you +and Miss Mary gave me the day I was twenty +year in your service, and no person could desire +a better—yes, Miss Mary, but it <i>is</i> the truth, +and well we know who it is would have it different +if he could. "All very well," says I to myself, +"but pray, when the Doctor calls you to account +for that box, what are you going to say?" +No, Doctor, if you was some masters I've heard +of and I was some servants I could name, I +should have an easy task before me, but things +being, humanly speaking, what they are, the +one course open to me is just to say to you that +without Miss Mary comes to my room and helps +me to my recollection, which her wits <i>may</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> +manage what's slipped beyond mine, no such +box as that, small though it be, will cross your +eyes this many a day to come.'</p> + +<p>"'Why, dear Mrs. Maple, why didn't you tell +me before that you wanted me to help you to +find it?' said my Mary. 'No, never mind +telling me why it was: let us come at once and +look for it.' They hastened off together. I +could hear Mrs. Maple beginning an explanation +which, I doubt not, lasted into the furthest +recesses of the housekeeper's department. Uncle +Oldys and I were left alone. 'A valuable servant,' +he said, nodding towards the door. +'Nothing goes wrong under her: the speeches +are seldom over three minutes.' 'How will +Miss Oldys manage to make her remember +about the box?' I asked.</p> + +<p>"'Mary? Oh, she'll make her sit down and +ask her about her aunt's last illness, or who gave +her the china dog on the mantel-piece—something +quite off the point. Then, as Maple says, +one thing brings up another, and the right one +will come round sooner than you could suppose. +There! I believe I hear them coming back +already.'</p> + +<p>"It was indeed so, and Mrs. Maple was hurrying +on ahead of Mary with the box in her <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>outstretched +hand, and a beaming face. 'What +was it,' she cried as she drew near, 'what was +it as I said, before ever I come out of Dorsetshire +to this place? Not that I'm a Dorset +woman myself, nor had need to be. "Safe bind, +safe find," and there it was in the place where +I'd put it—what?—two months back, I daresay.' +She handed it to Uncle Oldys, and he and I +examined it with some interest, so that I ceased +to pay attention to Mrs. Ann Maple for the +moment, though I know that she went on to +expound exactly where the box had been, and +in what way Mary had helped to refresh her +memory on the subject.</p> + +<p>"It was an oldish box, tied with pink tape +and sealed, and on the lid was pasted a label inscribed +in old ink, 'The Senior Prebendary's +House, Whitminster.' On being opened it +was found to contain two keys of moderate +size, and a paper, on which, in the same hand +as the label, was 'Keys of the Press and Box +of Drawers standing in the disused Chamber.' +Also this: 'The Effects in this Press and Box +are held by me, and to be held by my successors +in the Residence, in trust for the noble Family +of Kildonan, if claim be made by any survivor +of it. I having made all the Enquiry possible<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +to myself am of the opinion that that noble +House is wholly extinct: the last Earl having +been, as is notorious, cast away at sea, and his +only Child and Heire deceas'd in my House +(the Papers as to which melancholy Casualty +were by me repos'd in the same Press in this +year of our Lord 1753, 21 March). I am further +of opinion that unless grave discomfort arise, +such persons, not being of the Family of Kildonan, +as shall become possess'd of these keys, +will be well advised to leave matters as they +are: which opinion I do not express without +weighty and sufficient reason; and am Happy +to have my Judgment confirm'd by the other +Members of this College and Church who are +conversant with the Events referr'd to in this +Paper. Tho. Ashton, <i>S.T.P.</i>, <i>Præb. senr.</i> Will. +Blake, <i>S.T.P.</i>, <i>Decanus</i>. Hen. Goodman, <i>S.T.B.</i>, +<i>Præb. junr.</i>'</p> + +<p>"'Ah!' said Uncle Oldys, 'grave discomfort! +So he thought there might be something. +I suspect it was that young man,' he went on, +pointing with the key to the line about the +'only Child and Heire.' 'Eh, Mary? The +viscounty of Kildonan was Saul.' 'How <i>do</i> +you know that, Uncle?' said Mary. 'Oh, +why not? it's all in Debrett—two little fat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +books. But I meant the tomb by the lime +walk. He's there. What's the story, I wonder? +Do you know it, Mrs. Maple? and, by the +way, look at your sawflies by the window there.'</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Maple, thus confronted with two subjects +at once, was a little put to it to do justice +to both. It was no doubt rash in Uncle Oldys +to give her the opportunity. I could only guess +that he had some slight hesitation about using +the key he held in his hand.</p> + +<p>"'Oh them flies, how bad they was, Doctor and +Miss, this three or four days: and you, too, sir, +you wouldn't guess, none of you! And how +they come, too! First we took the room in +hand, the shutters was up, and had been, I +daresay, years upon years, and not a fly to +be seen. Then we got the shutter bars down +with a deal of trouble and left it so for the +day, and next day I sent Susan in with the +broom to sweep about, and not two minutes +hadn't passed when out she come into the hall +like a blind thing, and we had regular to +beat them off her. Why her cap and her hair, +you couldn't see the colour of it, I do assure +you, and all clustering round her eyes, too. +Fortunate enough she's not a girl with fancies, +else if it had been me, why only the tickling of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> +the nasty things would have drove me out of +my wits. And now there they lay like so many +dead things. Well, they was lively enough +on the Monday, and now here's Thursday, +is it, or no, Friday. Only to come near the +door and you'd hear them pattering up against +it, and once you opened it, dash at you, they +would, as if they'd eat you. I couldn't help +thinking to myself, "If you was bats, where +should we be this night?" Nor you can't +cresh 'em, not like a usual kind of a fly. Well, +there's something to be thankful for, if we could +but learn by it. And then this tomb, too,' she +said, hastening on to her second point to elude +any chance of interruption, 'of them two +poor young lads. I say poor, and yet when I +recollect myself, I was at tea with Mrs. Simpkins, +the sexton's wife, before you come, Doctor and +Miss Mary, and that's a family has been in the +place, what? I daresay a hundred years in +that very house, and could put their hand on +any tomb or yet grave in all the yard and give +you name and age. And his account of that +young man, Mr. Simpkins's I mean to say—<i>well</i>!' +She compressed her lips and nodded +several times. 'Tell us, Mrs. Maple,' said +Mary. 'Go on,' said Uncle Oldys. 'What<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +about him?' said I. 'Never was such a +thing seen in this place, not since Queen Mary's +times and the Pope and all,' said Mrs. Maple. +'Why, do you know he lived in this very house, +him and them that was with him, and for all +I can tell in this identical room' (she shifted +her feet uneasily on the floor). 'Who was with +him? Do you mean the people of the house?' +said Uncle Oldys suspiciously. 'Not to call +people, Doctor, dear no,' was the answer; +'more what he brought with him from Ireland, +I believe it was. No, the people in the house +was the last to hear anything of his goings-on. +But in the town not a family but knew how +he stopped out at night: and them that was +with him, why they were such as would strip +the skin from the child in its grave; and a +withered heart makes an ugly thin ghost, says +Mr. Simpkins. But they turned on him at +the last, he says, and there's the mark still +to be seen on the minster door where they +run him down. And that's no more than the +truth, for I got him to show it to myself, and +that's what he said. A lord he was, with a +Bible name of a wicked king, whatever his +godfathers could have been thinking of.' 'Saul +was the name,' said Uncle Oldys. 'To be sure<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> +it was Saul, Doctor, and thank you; and +now isn't it King Saul that we read of raising +up the dead ghost that was slumbering in its +tomb till he disturbed it, and isn't that a strange +thing, this young lord to have such a name, +and Mr. Simpkins's grandfather to see him out +of his window of a dark night going about from +one grave to another in the yard with a candle, +and them that was with him following through +the grass at his heels: and one night him to +come right up to old Mr. Simpkins's window +that gives on the yard and press his face up +against it to find out if there was any one in +the room that could see him: and only just +time there was for old Mr. Simpkins to drop +down like, quiet, just under the window and +hold his breath, and not stir till he heard him +stepping away again, and this rustling-like in +the grass after him as he went, and then when +he looked out of his window in the morning there +was treadings in the grass and a dead man's +bone. Oh, he was a cruel child for certain, but +he had to pay in the end, and after.' 'After?' +said Uncle Oldys, with a frown. 'Oh yes, +Doctor, night after night in old Mr. Simpkins's +time, and his son, that's our Mr. Simpkins's +father, yes, and our own Mr. Simpkins too.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +Up against that same window, particular when +they've had a fire of a chilly evening, with his +face right on the panes, and his hands fluttering +out, and his mouth open and shut, open and +shut, for a minute or more, and then gone off +in the dark yard. But open the window at +such times, no, that they dare not do, though +they could find it in their heart to pity the poor +thing, that pinched up with the cold, and +seemingly fading away to a nothink as the +years passed on. Well, indeed, I believe it is +no more than the truth what our Mr. Simpkins +says on his own grandfather's word, "A +withered heart makes an ugly thin ghost."' +'I daresay,' said Uncle Oldys suddenly: so +suddenly that Mrs. Maple stopped short. +'Thank you. Come away, all of you.' 'Why, +<i>Uncle</i>,' said Mary, 'are you not going to open +the press after all?' Uncle Oldys blushed, +actually blushed. 'My dear,' he said, 'you +are at liberty to call me a coward, or applaud +me as a prudent man, whichever you please. +But I am neither going to open that press nor +that chest of drawers myself, nor am I going +to hand over the keys to you or to any other +person. Mrs. Maple, will you kindly see about +getting a man or two to move those pieces of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +furniture into the garret?' 'And when they +do it, Mrs. Maple,' said Mary, who seemed to +me—I did not then know why—more relieved +than disappointed by her uncle's decision, 'I +have something that I want put with the +rest; only quite a small packet.'</p> + +<p>"We left that curious room not unwillingly, +I think. Uncle Oldys's orders were carried +out that same day. And so," concludes Mr. +Spearman, "Whitminster has a Bluebeard's +chamber, and, I am rather inclined to suspect, a +Jack-in-the-box, awaiting some future occupant +of the residence of the senior prebendary."</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Apparently the ichneumon fly (<i>Ophion obscurum</i>), and +not the true sawfly, is meant.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_DIARY_OF_MR_POYNTER" id="THE_DIARY_OF_MR_POYNTER"></a>THE DIARY OF MR. POYNTER</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_DI_OF_POY" id="THE_DI_OF_POY"></a>THE DIARY OF MR. POYNTER</h2> + + +<p>The sale-room of an old and famous firm +of book auctioneers in London is, of course, +a great meeting-place for collectors, librarians, +dealers: not only when an auction is in +progress, but perhaps even more notably +when books that are coming on for sale are +upon view. It was in such a sale-room that the +remarkable series of events began which were +detailed to me not many months ago by the +person whom they principally affected, namely, +Mr. James Denton, <span class="smcap">M.A., F.S.A.</span>, etc., etc., +some time of Trinity Hall, now, or lately, of +Rendcomb Manor in the county of Warwick.</p> + +<p>He, on a certain spring day not many years +since, was in London for a few days upon business +connected principally with the furnishing +of the house which he had just finished building +at Rendcomb. It may be a disappointment to +you to learn that Rendcomb Manor was new; +that I cannot help. There had, no doubt, been +an old house; but it was not remarkable for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +beauty or interest. Even had it been, neither +beauty nor interest would have enabled it to +resist the disastrous fire which about a couple +of years before the date of my story had razed +it to the ground. I am glad to say that all +that was most valuable in it had been saved, +and that it was fully insured. So that it was +with a comparatively light heart that Mr. +Denton was able to face the task of building +a new and considerably more convenient dwelling +for himself and his aunt who constituted +his whole <i>ménage</i>.</p> + +<p>Being in London, with time on his hands, and +not far from the sale-room at which I have +obscurely hinted, Mr. Denton thought that he +would spend an hour there upon the chance of +finding, among that portion of the famous +Thomas collection of MSS., which he knew to +be then on view, something bearing upon the +history or topography of his part of Warwickshire.</p> + +<p>He turned in accordingly, purchased a catalogue +and ascended to the sale-room, where, +as usual, the books were disposed in cases +and some laid out upon the long tables. At +the shelves, or sitting about at the tables, were +figures, many of whom were familiar to him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> +He exchanged nods and greetings with several, +and then settled down to examine his catalogue +and note likely items. He had made good +progress through about two hundred of the +five hundred lots—every now and then rising +to take a volume from the shelf and give it a +cursory glance—when a hand was laid on his +shoulder, and he looked up. His interrupter +was one of those intelligent men with a pointed +beard and a flannel shirt, of whom the last +quarter of the nineteenth century was, it seems +to me, very prolific.</p> + +<p>It is no part of my plan to repeat the whole +conversation which ensued between the two. +I must content myself with stating that it largely +referred to common acquaintances, e.g., to the +nephew of Mr. Denton's friend who had recently +married and settled in Chelsea, to the sister-in-law +of Mr. Denton's friend who had been +seriously indisposed, but was now better, and +to a piece of china which Mr. Denton's friend +had purchased some months before at a price +much below its true value. From which you will +rightly infer that the conversation was rather +in the nature of a monologue. In due time, +however, the friend bethought himself that +Mr. Denton was there for a purpose, and said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> +he, "What are you looking out for in particular? +I don't think there's much in this lot." +"Why, I thought there might be some Warwickshire +collections, but I don't see anything +under Warwick in the catalogue." "No, apparently +not," said the friend. "All the same, +I believe I noticed something like a Warwickshire +diary. What was the name again? +Drayton? Potter? Painter—either a P or a +D, I feel sure." He turned over the leaves +quickly. "Yes, here it is. Poynter. Lot 486. +That might interest you. There are the books, +I think: out on the table. Some one has been +looking at them. Well, I must be getting on. +Good-bye, you'll look us up, won't you? +Couldn't you come this afternoon? we've got +a little music about four. Well, then, when +you're next in town." He went off. Mr. +Denton looked at his watch and found to his +confusion that he could spare no more than a +moment before retrieving his luggage and going +for the train. The moment was just enough to +show him that there were four largish volumes +of the diary—that it concerned the years about +1710, and that there seemed to be a good many +insertions in it of various kinds. It seemed +quite worth while to leave a commission of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +five and twenty pounds for it, and this he +was able to do, for his usual agent entered the +room as he was on the point of leaving it.</p> + +<p>That evening he rejoined his aunt at their +temporary abode, which was a small dower-house +not many hundred yards from the Manor. +On the following morning the two resumed a +discussion that had now lasted for some weeks +as to the equipment of the new house. Mr. +Denton laid before his relative a statement of +the results of his visit to town—particulars of +carpets, of chairs, of wardrobes, and of bedroom +china. "Yes, dear," said his aunt, "but I +don't see any chintzes here. Did you go to +----?" Mr. Denton stamped on the floor (where +else, indeed, could he have stamped?). "Oh +dear, oh dear," he said, "the one thing I missed. +I <i>am</i> sorry. The fact is I was on my way there +and I happened to be passing Robins's." His +aunt threw up her hands. "Robins's! Then +the next thing will be another parcel of horrible +old books at some outrageous price. I do +think, James, when I am taking all this trouble +for you, you might contrive to remember the +one or two things which I specially begged +you to see after. It's not as if I was asking it +for myself. I don't know whether you think<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> +I get any pleasure out of it, but if so I can +assure you it's very much the reverse. The +thought and worry and trouble I have over it +you have no idea of, and <i>you</i> have simply to +go to the shops and order the things." Mr. +Denton interposed a moan of penitence. "Oh, +aunt——" "Yes, that's all very well, dear, +and I don't want to speak sharply, but you +<i>must</i> know how very annoying it is: particularly +as it delays the whole of our business for +I can't tell how long: here is Wednesday—the +Simpsons come to-morrow, and you can't +leave them. Then on Saturday we have friends, +as you know, coming for tennis. Yes, indeed, +you spoke of asking them yourself, but, of +course, I had to write the notes, and it is ridiculous, +James, to look like that. We must +occasionally be civil to our neighbours: you +wouldn't like to have it said we were perfect +bears. What was I saying? Well, anyhow +it comes to this, that it must be Thursday in +next week at least, before you can go to town +again, and until we have decided upon the +chintzes it is impossible to settle upon one +single other thing."</p> + +<p>Mr. Denton ventured to suggest that as the +paint and wallpapers had been dealt with,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +this was too severe a view: but this his aunt +was not prepared to admit at the moment. +Nor, indeed, was there any proposition he could +have advanced which she would have found +herself able to accept. However, as the day +went on, she receded a little from this position: +examined with lessening disfavour the samples +and price lists submitted by her nephew, and +even in some cases gave a qualified approval +to his choice.</p> + +<p>As for him, he was naturally somewhat +dashed by the consciousness of duty unfulfilled, +but more so by the prospect of a lawn-tennis +party, which, though an inevitable evil in +August, he had thought there was no occasion +to fear in May. But he was to some extent +cheered by the arrival on the Friday morning +of an intimation that he had secured at the +price of £12 10s. the four volumes of Poynter's +manuscript diary, and still more by the arrival +on the next morning of the diary itself.</p> + +<p>The necessity of taking Mr. and Mrs. Simpson +for a drive in the car on Saturday morning +and of attending to his neighbours and guests +that afternoon prevented him from doing more +than open the parcel until the party had retired +to bed on the Saturday night. It was then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +that he made certain of the fact, which he had +before only suspected, that he had indeed +acquired the diary of Mr. William Poynter, +Squire of Acrington (about four miles from his +own parish)—that same Poynter who was for +a time a member of the circle of Oxford antiquaries, +the centre of which was Thomas Hearne, +and with whom Hearne seems ultimately to +have quarrelled—a not uncommon episode in +the career of that excellent man. As is the +case with Hearne's own collections, the diary of +Poynter contained a good many notes from +printed books, descriptions of coins and other +antiquities that had been brought to his notice, +and drafts of letters on these subjects, +besides the chronicle of everyday events. The +description in the sale-catalogue had given Mr. +Denton no idea of the amount of interest which +seemed to lie in the book, and he sat up reading +in the first of the four volumes until a reprehensibly +late hour.</p> + +<p>On the Sunday morning, after church, his +aunt came into the study and was diverted +from what she had been going to say to him +by the sight of the four brown leather quartos +on the table. "What are these?" she said +suspiciously. "New, aren't they? Oh! are<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +these the things that made you forget my +chintzes? I thought so. Disgusting. What +did you give for them, I should like to know? +Over Ten Pounds? James, it is really sinful. +Well, if you have money to throw away on +this kind of thing, there <i>can</i> be no reason why +you should not subscribe—and subscribe handsomely—to +my anti-Vivisection League. There +is not, indeed, James, and I shall be very +seriously annoyed if——. Who did you say +wrote them? Old Mr. Poynter, of Acrington? +Well, of course, there is some interest in getting +together old papers about this neighbourhood. +But Ten Pounds!" She picked up one of +the volumes—not that which her nephew had +been reading—and opened it at random, dashing +it to the floor the next instant with a cry of +disgust as a earwig fell from between the pages. +Mr. Denton picked it up with a smothered +expletive and said, "Poor book! I think you're +rather hard on Mr. Poynter." "Was I, my +dear? I beg his pardon, but you know I cannot +abide those horrid creatures. Let me see if I've +done any mischief." "No, I think all's well: +but look here what you've opened him on." +"Dear me, yes, to be sure! how very interesting. +Do unpin it, James, and let me look at it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was a piece of patterned stuff about the +size of the quarto page, to which it was fastened +by an old-fashioned pin. James detached it +and handed it to his aunt, carefully replacing +the pin in the paper.</p> + +<p>Now, I do not know exactly what the fabric +was; but it had a design printed upon it, +which completely fascinated Miss Denton. She +went into raptures over it, held it against the +wall, made James do the same, that she might +retire to contemplate it from a distance: then +pored over it at close quarters, and ended her +examination by expressing in the warmest +terms her appreciation of the taste of the +ancient Mr. Poynter who had had the happy +idea of preserving this sample in his diary. +"It is a most charming pattern," she said, +"and remarkable too. Look, James, how delightfully +the lines ripple. It reminds one of +hair, very much, doesn't it. And then these +knots of ribbon at intervals. They give just +the relief of colour that is wanted. I wonder——" +"I was going to say," said James with deference, +"I wonder if it would cost much to have it +copied for our curtains." "Copied? how could +you have it copied, James?" "Well, I don't +know the details, but I suppose that is a printed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +pattern, and that you could have a block cut +from it in wood or metal." "Now, really, +that is a capital idea, James. I am almost +inclined to be glad that you were so—that you +forgot the chintzes on Monday. At any rate, +I'll promise to forgive and forget if you get this +<i>lovely</i> old thing copied. No one will have +anything in the least like it, and mind, James, +we won't allow it to be sold. Now I <i>must</i> go, +and I've totally forgotten what it was I came +in to say: never mind, it'll keep."</p> + +<p>After his aunt had gone James Denton devoted +a few minutes to examining the pattern more +closely than he had yet had a chance of doing. +He was puzzled to think why it should have +struck Miss Denton so forcibly. It seemed to +him not specially remarkable or pretty. No +doubt it was suitable enough for a curtain +pattern: it ran in vertical bands, and there +was some indication that these were intended +to converge at the top. She was right, too, in +thinking that these main bands resembled +rippling—almost curling—tresses of hair. Well, +the main thing was to find out by means of +trade directories, or otherwise, what firm would +undertake the reproduction of an old pattern +of this kind. Not to delay the reader over<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +this portion of the story, a list of likely names +was made out, and Mr. Denton fixed a day for +calling on them, or some of them, with his +sample.</p> + +<p>The first two visits which he paid were unsuccessful: +but there is luck in odd numbers. +The firm in Bermondsey which was third on +his list was accustomed to handling this line. +The evidence they were able to produce justified +their being entrusted with the job. "Our +Mr. Cattell" took a fervent personal interest in +it. "It's 'eartrending, isn't it, sir," he said, +"to picture the quantity of reelly lovely +medeevial stuff of this kind that lays well-nigh +unnoticed in many of our residential +country 'ouses: much of it in peril, I take +it, of being cast aside as so much rubbish. +What is it Shakespeare says—unconsidered +trifles. Ah, I often say he 'as a word for us +all, sir. I say Shakespeare, but I'm well aware +all don't 'old with me there—I 'ad something +of an upset the other day when a gentleman +came in—a titled man, too, he was, and I +think he told me he'd wrote on the topic, and +I 'appened to cite out something about 'Ercules +and the painted cloth. Dear me, you never +see such a pother. But as to this, what you've<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +kindly confided to us, it's a piece of work +we shall take a reel enthusiasm in achieving it +out to the very best of our ability. What man +'as done, as I was observing only a few weeks +back to another esteemed client, man can do, +and in three to four weeks' time, all being well, +we shall 'ope to lay before you evidence to that +effect, sir. Take the address, Mr. 'Iggins, if +you please."</p> + +<p>Such was the general drift of Mr. Cattell's +observations on the occasion of his first interview +with Mr. Denton. About a month later, +being advised that some samples were ready +for his inspection, Mr. Denton met him again, +and had, it seems, reason to be satisfied with +the faithfulness of the reproduction of the +design. It had been finished off at the top in +accordance with the indication I mentioned, so +that the vertical bands joined. But something +still needed to be done in the way of matching +the colour of the original. Mr. Cattell had +suggestions of a technical kind to offer, with +which I need not trouble you. He had also +views as to the general desirability of the pattern +which were vaguely adverse. "You say +you don't wish this to be supplied excepting +to personal friends equipped with a authorization<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +from yourself, sir. It shall be done. I +quite understand your wish to keep it exclusive: +lends a catchit, does it not, to the suite? +What's every man's, it's been said, is no man's."</p> + +<p>"Do you think it would be popular if it +were generally obtainable?" asked Mr. Denton.</p> + +<p>"I 'ardly think it, sir," said Cattell, pensively +clasping his beard. "I 'ardly think it. Not +popular: it wasn't popular with the man that +cut the block, was it, Mr. 'Iggins?"</p> + +<p>"Did he find it a difficult job?"</p> + +<p>"He'd no call to do so, sir; but the fact is +that the artistic temperament—and our men +are artists, sir, every man of them—true artists +as much as many that the world styles by that +term—it's apt to take some strange 'ardly +accountable likes or dislikes, and here was +an example. The twice or thrice that I went +to inspect his progress: language I could +understand, for that's 'abitual to him, but reel +distaste for what I should call a dainty enough +thing, I did not, nor am I now able to fathom. +It seemed," said Mr. Cattell, looking narrowly +upon Mr. Denton, "as if the man scented +something almost Hevil in the design."</p> + +<p>"Indeed? did he tell you so? I can't say +I see anything sinister in it myself."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Neether can I, sir. In fact I said as much. +'Come, Gatwick,' I said, 'what's to do here? +What's the reason of your prejudice—for I +can call it no more than that?' But, no! +no explanation was forthcoming. And I was +merely reduced, as I am now, to a shrug of +the shoulders, and a <i>cui bono</i>. However, here +it is," and with that the technical side of the +question came to the front again.</p> + +<p>The matching of the colours for the background, +the hem, and the knots of ribbon was +by far the longest part of the business, and +necessitated many sendings to and fro of the +original pattern and of new samples. During +part of August and September, too, the +Dentons were away from the Manor. So that +it was not until October was well in that a +sufficient quantity of the stuff had been manufactured +to furnish curtains for the three or four +bedrooms which were to be fitted up with it.</p> + +<p>On the feast of Simon and Jude the aunt +and nephew returned from a short visit to find +all completed, and their satisfaction at the +general effect was great. The new curtains, +in particular, agreed to admiration with their +surroundings. When Mr. Denton was dressing +for dinner, and took stock of his room, in which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +there was a large amount of the chintz displayed, +he congratulated himself over and over again +on the luck which had first made him forget his +aunt's commission and had then put into his +hands this extremely effective means of remedying +his mistake. The pattern was, as he said +at dinner, so restful and yet so far from being +dull. And Miss Denton—who, by the way, had +none of the stuff in her own room—was much +disposed to agree with him.</p> + +<p>At breakfast next morning he was induced +to qualify his satisfaction to some extent—but +very slightly. "There is one thing I rather +regret," he said, "that we allowed them to +join up the vertical bands of the pattern at the +top. I think it would have been better to +leave that alone."</p> + +<p>"Oh?" said his aunt interrogatively.</p> + +<p>"Yes: as I was reading in bed last night +they kept catching my eye rather. That is, I +found myself looking across at them every now +and then. There was an effect as if some one +kept peeping out between the curtains in one +place or another, where there was no edge, +and I think that was due to the joining up of +the bands at the top. The only other thing +that troubled me was the wind."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why, I thought it was a perfectly still +night."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps it was only on my side of the +house, but there was enough to sway my +curtains and rustle them more than I wanted."</p> + +<p>That night a bachelor friend of James Denton's +came to stay, and was lodged in a room +on the same floor as his host, but at the end of +a long passage, halfway down which was a red +baize door, put there to cut off the draught +and intercept noise.</p> + +<p>The party of three had separated. Miss +Denton a good first, the two men at about +eleven. James Denton, not yet inclined for +bed, sat him down in an arm-chair and read for +a time. Then he dozed, and then he woke, and +bethought himself that his brown spaniel, which +ordinarily slept in his room, had not come +upstairs with him. Then he thought he was +mistaken: for happening to move his hand +which hung down over the arm of the chair +within a few inches of the floor, he felt on the +back of it just the slightest touch of a surface +of hair, and stretching it out in that direction +he stroked and patted a rounded something. +But the feel of it, and still more the fact that +instead of a responsive movement, absolute stillness<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +greeted his touch, made him look over the +arm. What he had been touching rose to meet +him. It was in the attitude of one that had +crept along the floor on its belly, and it was, +so far as could be collected, a human figure. +But of the face which was now rising to within +a few inches of his own no feature was discernible, +only hair. Shapeless as it was, there +was about it so horrible an air of menace that +as he bounded from his chair and rushed from +the room he heard himself moaning with fear: +and doubtless he did right to fly. As he +dashed into the baize door that cut the passage +in two, and—forgetting that it opened towards +him—beat against it with all the force in him, +he felt a soft ineffectual tearing at his back +which, all the same, seemed to be growing in +power, as if the hand, or whatever worse than +a hand was there, were becoming more material +as the pursuer's rage was more concentrated. +Then he remembered the trick of the door—he +got it open—he shut it behind him—he gained +his friend's room, and that is all we need know.</p> + +<p>It seems curious that, during all the time that +had elapsed since the purchase of Poynter's +diary, James Denton should not have sought +an explanation of the presence of the pattern<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +that had been pinned into it. Well, he had +read the diary through without finding it mentioned, +and had concluded that there was +nothing to be said. But, on leaving Rendcomb +Manor (he did not know whether for good), +as he naturally insisted upon doing on the day +after experiencing the horror I have tried to +put into words, he took the diary with him. +And at his seaside lodgings he examined more +narrowly the portion whence the pattern had +been taken. What he remembered having +suspected about it turned out to be correct. +Two or three leaves were pasted together, but +written upon, as was patent when they were +held up to the light. They yielded easily to +steaming, for the paste had lost much of its +strength, and they contained something relevant +to the pattern.</p> + +<p>The entry was made in 1707.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Old Mr. Casbury, of Acrington, told me +this day much of young Sir Everard Charlett, +whom he remember'd Commoner of University +College, and thought was of the same Family +as Dr. Arthur Charlett, now master of y<sup>e</sup> +Coll. This Charlett was a personable young +gent., but a loose atheistical companion, and +a great Lifter, as they then call'd the hard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +drinkers, and for what I know do so now. He +was noted, and subject to severall censures at +different times for his extravagancies: and if +the full history of his debaucheries had bin +known, no doubt would have been expell'd +y<sup>e</sup> Coll., supposing that no interest had been +imploy'd on his behalf, of which Mr. Casbury +had some suspicion. He was a very beautiful +person, and constantly wore his own Hair, +which was very abundant, from which, and his +loose way of living, the cant name for him was +Absalom, and he was accustom'd to say that +indeed he believ'd he had shortened old David's +days, meaning his father, Sir Job Charlett, +an old worthy cavalier.</p> + +<p>"Note that Mr. Casbury said that he remembers +not the year of Sir Everard Charlett's +death, but it was 1692 or 3. He died suddenly +in October. [Several lines describing his unpleasant +habits and reputed delinquencies are +omitted.] Having seen him in such topping +spirits the night before, Mr. Casbury was amaz'd +when he learn'd the death. He was found in +the town ditch, the hair as was said pluck'd +clean off his head. Most bells in Oxford rung +out for him, being a nobleman, and he was +buried next night in St. Peter's in the East.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +But two years after, being to be moved to his +country estate by his successor, it was said +the coffin, breaking by mischance, proved quite +full of Hair: which sounds fabulous, but yet +I believe precedents are upon record, as in +Dr. Plot's <i>History of Staffordshire</i>.</p> + +<p>"His chambers being afterwards stripp'd, +Mr. Casbury came by part of the hangings of +it, which 'twas said this Charlett had design'd +expressly for a memoriall of his Hair, giving +the Fellow that drew it a lock to work by, +and the piece which I have fasten'd in here +was parcel of the same, which Mr. Casbury +gave to me. He said he believ'd there was a +subtlety in the drawing, but had never discover'd +it himself, nor much liked to pore +upon it."</p></div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>The money spent upon the curtains might +as well have been thrown into the fire, as they +were. Mr. Cattell's comment upon what he +heard of the story took the form of a quotation +from Shakespeare. You may guess it without +difficulty. It began with the words "There +are more things."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="AN_EPISODE_OF_CATHEDRAL_HISTORY" id="AN_EPISODE_OF_CATHEDRAL_HISTORY"></a>AN EPISODE OF CATHEDRAL HISTORY</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="AN_EPI_CATH_HIST" id="AN_EPI_CATH_HIST"></a>AN EPISODE OF CATHEDRAL HISTORY</h2> + + +<p>There was once a learned gentleman who +was deputed to examine and report upon +the archives of the Cathedral of Southminster. +The examination of these records +demanded a very considerable expenditure of +time: hence it became advisable for him to +engage lodgings in the city: for though the +Cathedral body were profuse in their offers of +hospitality, Mr. Lake felt that he would prefer +to be master of his day. This was recognized +as reasonable. The Dean eventually wrote +advising Mr. Lake, if he were not already suited, +to communicate with Mr. Worby, the principal +Verger, who occupied a house convenient to +the church and was prepared to take in a quiet +lodger for three or four weeks. Such an +arrangement was precisely what Mr. Lake +desired. Terms were easily agreed upon, and +early in December, like another Mr. Datchery +(as he remarked to himself), the investigator +found himself in the occupation of a very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +comfortable room in an ancient and "cathedraly" +house.</p> + +<p>One so familiar with the customs of Cathedral +churches, and treated with such obvious consideration +by the Dean and Chapter of this +Cathedral in particular, could not fail to command +the respect of the Head Verger. Mr. +Worby even acquiesced in certain modifications +of statements he had been accustomed to offer +for years to parties of visitors. Mr. Lake, on +his part, found the Verger a very cheery companion, +and took advantage of any occasion +that presented itself for enjoying his conversation +when the day's work was over.</p> + +<p>One evening, about nine o'clock, Mr. Worby +knocked at his lodger's door. "I've occasion," +he said, "to go across to the Cathedral, Mr. +Lake, and I think I made you a promise when +I did so next I would give you the opportunity +to see what it looks like at night time. It is +quite fine and dry outside, if you care to come."</p> + +<p>"To be sure I will; very much obliged to +you, Mr. Worby, for thinking of it, but let me +get my coat."</p> + +<p>"Here it is, sir, and I've another lantern here +that you'll find advisable for the steps, as +there's no moon."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Any one might think we were Jasper and +Durdles, over again, mightn't they," said Lake, +as they crossed the close, for he had ascertained +that the Verger had read <i>Edwin Drood</i>.</p> + +<p>"Well, so they might," said Mr. Worby, with +a short laugh, "though I don't know whether +we ought to take it as a compliment. Odd ways, +I often think, they had at that Cathedral, don't +it seem so to you, sir? Full choral matins at +seven o'clock in the morning all the year round. +Wouldn't suit our boys' voices nowadays, and +I think there's one or two of the men would +be applying for a rise if the Chapter was to +bring it in—particular the alltoes."</p> + +<p>They were now at the south-west door. As +Mr. Worby was unlocking it, Lake said, "Did you +ever find anybody locked in here by accident?"</p> + +<p>"Twice I did. One was a drunk sailor; +however he got in I don't know. I s'pose he +went to sleep in the service, but by the time I +got to him he was praying fit to bring the roof +in. Lor'! what a noise that man did make! +said it was the first time he'd been inside a +church for ten years, and blest if ever he'd try +it again. The other was an old sheep: them +boys it was, up to their games. That was the +last time they tried it on, though. There, sir,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> +now you see what we look like; our late Dean +used now and again to bring parties in, but he +preferred a moonlight night, and there was a +piece of verse he'd coat to 'em, relating to a +Scotch cathedral, I understand; but I don't +know; I almost think the effect's better when +it's all dark-like. Seems to add to the size and +heighth. Now if you won't mind stopping somewhere +in the nave while I go up into the choir +where my business lays, you'll see what I mean."</p> + +<p>Accordingly Lake waited, leaning against a +pillar, and watched the light wavering along the +length of the church, and up the steps into the +choir, until it was intercepted by some screen +or other furniture, which only allowed the +reflection to be seen on the piers and roof. +Not many minutes had passed before Worby reappeared +at the door of the choir and by waving +his lantern signalled to Lake to rejoin him.</p> + +<p>"I suppose it <i>is</i> Worby, and not a substitute," +thought Lake to himself, as he walked up the +nave. There was, in fact, nothing untoward. +Worby showed him the papers which he had +come to fetch out of the Dean's stall, and asked +him what he thought of the spectacle: Lake +agreed that it was well worth seeing. "I +suppose," he said, as they walked towards the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +altar-steps together, "that you're too much +used to going about here at night to feel nervous—but +you must get a start every now and +then, don't you, when a book falls down or a +door swings to."</p> + +<p>"No, Mr. Lake, I can't say I think much +about noises, not nowadays: I'm much more +afraid of finding an escape of gas or a burst +in the stove pipes than anything else. Still +there have been times, years ago. Did you +notice that plain altar-tomb there—fifteenth +century we say it is, I don't know if you agree +to that? Well, if you didn't look at it, just +come back and give it a glance, if you'd be so +good." It was on the north side of the choir, +and rather awkwardly placed: only about three +feet from the enclosing stone screen. Quite +plain, as the Verger had said, but for some +ordinary stone panelling. A metal cross of +some size on the northern side (that next to the +screen) was the solitary feature of any interest.</p> + +<p>Lake agreed that it was not earlier than the +Perpendicular period: "but," he said, "unless +it's the tomb of some remarkable person, you'll +forgive me for saying that I don't think it's +particularly noteworthy."</p> + +<p>"Well, I can't say as it is the tomb of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>anybody +noted in 'istory," said Worby, who had +a dry smile on his face, "for we don't own any +record whatsoever of who it was put up to. +For all that, if you've half an hour to spare, +sir, when we get back to the house, Mr. Lake, +I could tell you a tale about that tomb. I +won't begin on it now; it strikes cold here, and +we don't want to be dawdling about all night."</p> + +<p>"Of course I should like to hear it immensely."</p> + +<p>"Very well, sir, you shall. Now if I might +put a question to you," he went on, as they +passed down the choir aisle, "in our little local +guide—and not only there, but in the little +book on our Cathedral in the series—you'll +find it stated that this portion of the building +was erected previous to the twelfth century. +Now of course I should be glad enough to take +that view, but—mind the step, sir—but, I put +it to you—does the lay of the stone 'ere in +this portion of the wall (which he tapped with +his key) does it to your eye carry the flavour +of what you might call Saxon masonry? No, +I thought not; no more it does to me: now, if +you'll believe me, I've said as much to those +men—one's the librarian of our Free Libry +here, and the other came down from London +on purpose—fifty times, if I have once, but I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> +might just as well have talked to that bit of +stonework. But there it is, I suppose every +one's got their opinions."</p> + +<p>The discussion of this peculiar trait of human +nature occupied Mr. Worby almost up to the +moment when he and Lake re-entered the +former's house. The condition of the fire in +Lake's sitting-room led to a suggestion from +Mr. Worby that they should finish the evening +in his own parlour. We find them accordingly +settled there some short time afterwards.</p> + +<p>Mr. Worby made his story a long one, and I +will not undertake to tell it wholly in his own +words, or in his own order. Lake committed +the substance of it to paper immediately after +hearing it, together with some few passages of the +narrative which had fixed themselves <i>verbatim</i> +in his mind; I shall probably find it expedient +to condense Lake's record to some extent.</p> + +<p>Mr. Worby was born, it appeared, about the +year 1828. His father before him had been +connected with the Cathedral, and likewise his +grandfather. One or both had been choristers, +and in later life both had done work as mason +and carpenter respectively about the fabric. +Worby himself, though possessed, as he frankly +acknowledged, of an indifferent voice, had been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +drafted into the choir at about ten years of +age.</p> + +<p>It was in 1840 that the wave of the Gothic +revival smote the Cathedral of Southminster. +"There was a lot of lovely stuff went then, sir," +said Worby, with a sigh. "My father couldn't +hardly believe it when he got his orders to clear +out the choir. There was a new dean just +come in—Dean Burscough it was—and my +father had been 'prenticed to a good firm of +joiners in the city, and knew what good work +was when he saw it. Crool it was, he used to +say: all that beautiful wainscot oak, as good as +the day it was put up, and garlands-like of +foliage and fruit, and lovely old gilding work on +the coats of arms and the organ pipes. All +went to the timber yard—every bit except some +little pieces worked up in the Lady Chapel, +and 'ere in this overmantel. Well—I may be +mistook, but I say our choir never looked as well +since. Still there was a lot found out about +the history of the church, and no doubt but what +it did stand in need of repair. There was very +few winters passed but what we'd lose a +pinnicle." Mr. Lake expressed his concurrence +with Worby's views of restoration, but owns to +a fear about this point lest the story proper<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +should never be reached. Possibly this was +perceptible in his manner.</p> + +<p>Worby hastened to reassure him, "Not but +what I could carry on about that topic for hours +at a time, and do do when I see my opportunity. +But Dean Burscough he was very set on the +Gothic period, and nothing would serve him but +everything must be made agreeable to that. +And one morning after service he appointed for +my father to meet him in the choir, and he came +back after he'd taken off his robes in the vestry, +and he'd got a roll of paper with him, and the +verger that was then brought in a table, and +they begun spreading it out on the table with +prayer books to keep it down, and my father +helped 'em, and he saw it was a picture of the +inside of a choir in a Cathedral; and the Dean—he +was a quick spoken gentleman—he says, +'Well, Worby, what do you think of that?' +'Why', says my father, 'I don't think I 'ave +the pleasure of knowing that view. Would that +be Hereford Cathedral, Mr. Dean?' 'No, +Worby,' says the Dean, 'that's Southminster +Cathedral as we hope to see it before many +years.' 'In-deed, sir,' says my father, and that +was all he did say—leastways to the Dean—but +he used to tell me he felt really faint in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +himself when he looked round our choir as I +can remember it, all comfortable and furnished-like, +and then see this nasty little dry picter, +as he called it, drawn out by some London +architect. Well, there I am again. But you'll +see what I mean if you look at this old view."</p> + +<p>Worby reached down a framed print from +the wall. "Well, the long and the short of it +was that the Dean he handed over to my father +a copy of an order of the Chapter that he was +to clear out every bit of the choir—make a clean +sweep—ready for the new work that was being +designed up in town, and he was to put it in +hand as soon as ever he could get the breakers +together. Now then, sir, if you look at that +view, you'll see where the pulpit used to stand: +that's what I want you to notice, if you please." +It was, indeed, easily seen; an unusually +large structure of timber with a domed sounding-board, +standing at the east end of the stalls on +the north side of the choir, facing the bishop's +throne. Worby proceeded to explain that during +the alterations, services were held in the +nave, the members of the choir being thereby +disappointed of an anticipated holiday, and the +organist in particular incurring the suspicion +of having wilfully damaged the mechanism of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +the temporary organ that was hired at considerable +expense from London.</p> + +<p>The work of demolition began with the choir +screen and organ loft, and proceeded gradually +eastwards, disclosing, as Worby said, many +interesting features of older work. While this +was going on, the members of the Chapter were, +naturally, in and about the choir a great deal, +and it soon became apparent to the elder Worby—who +could not help overhearing some of their talk—that, +on the part of the senior Canons +especially, there must have been a good deal +of disagreement before the policy now being +carried out had been adopted. Some were of +opinion that they should catch their deaths of +cold in the return-stalls, unprotected by a +screen from the draughts in the nave: others +objected to being exposed to the view of persons +in the choir aisles, especially, they said, during +the sermons, when they found it helpful to +listen in a posture which was liable to misconstruction. +The strongest opposition, however, +came from the oldest of the body, who up +to the last moment objected to the removal of +the pulpit. "You ought not to touch it, Mr. +Dean," he said with great emphasis one morning, +when the two were standing before it: "you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +don't know what mischief you may do." +"Mischief? it's not a work of any particular +merit, Canon." "Don't call me Canon," said +the old man with great asperity, "that is, +for thirty years I've been known as Dr. Ayloff, +and I shall be obliged, Mr. Dean, if you would +kindly humour me in that matter. And as to +the pulpit (which I've preached from for thirty +years, though I don't insist on that) all I'll say +is, I <i>know</i> you're doing wrong in moving it." +"But what sense could there be, my dear +Doctor, in leaving it where it is, when we're +fitting up the rest of the choir in a totally +different <i>style</i>? What reason could be given—apart +from the look of the thing?" "Reason! +reason!" said old Dr. Ayloff; "if you +young men—if I may say so without any disrespect, +Mr. Dean—if you'd only listen to reason +a little, and not be always asking for it, we should +get on better. But there, I've said my say." +The old gentleman hobbled off, and as it proved, +never entered the Cathedral again. The season—it +was a hot summer—turned sickly on a +sudden. Dr. Ayloff was one of the first to go, +with some affection of the muscles of the thorax, +which took him painfully at night. And at +many services the number of choirmen and +boys was very thin.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p> + +<p>Meanwhile the pulpit had been done away +with. In fact, the sounding-board (part of +which still exists as a table in a summer-house +in the palace garden) was taken down within +an hour or two of Dr. Ayloff's protest. The +removal of the base—not effected without +considerable trouble—disclosed to view, greatly +to the exultation of the restoring party, an altar-tomb—the +tomb, of course, to which Worby +had attracted Lake's attention that same evening. +Much fruitless research was expended in +attempts to identify the occupant; from that +day to this he has never had a name put to him. +The structure had been most carefully boxed +in under the pulpit-base, so that such slight +ornament as it possessed was not defaced; only +on the north side of it there was what looked +like an injury; a gap between two of the slabs +composing the side. It might be two or three +inches across. Palmer, the mason, was directed +to fill it up in a week's time, when he came to do +some other small jobs near that part of the choir.</p> + +<p>The season was undoubtedly a very trying +one. Whether the church was built on a site +that had once been a marsh, as was suggested, +or for whatever reason, the residents in its +immediate neighbourhood had, many of them,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +but little enjoyment of the exquisite sunny +days and the calm nights of August and September. +To several of the older people—Dr. +Ayloff, among others, as we have seen—the +summer proved downright fatal, but even among +the younger, few escaped either a sojourn in +bed for a matter of weeks, or at the least, a +brooding sense of oppression, accompanied by +hateful nightmares. Gradually there formulated +itself a suspicion—which grew into a conviction—that +the alterations in the Cathedral +had something to say in the matter. The widow +of a former old verger, a pensioner of the +Chapter of Southminster, was visited by dreams, +which she retailed to her friends, of a shape +that slipped out of the little door of the south +transept as the dark fell in, and flitted—taking +a fresh direction every night—about the close, +disappearing for a while in house after house, +and finally emerging again when the night sky +was paling. She could see nothing of it, she +said, but that it was a moving form: only she +had an impression that when it returned to +the church, as it seemed to do in the end of +the dream, it turned its head: and then, she +could not tell why, but she thought it had red +eyes. Worby remembered hearing the old lady<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +tell this dream at a tea-party in the house of the +chapter clerk. Its recurrence might, perhaps, +he said, be taken as a symptom of approaching +illness; at any rate before the end of September +the old lady was in her grave.</p> + +<p>The interest excited by the restoration of this +great church was not confined to its own county. +One day that summer an F.S.A., of some +celebrity, visited the place. His business was +to write an account of the discoveries that had +been made, for the Society of Antiquaries, and +his wife, who accompanied him, was to make +a series of illustrative drawings for his report. +In the morning she employed herself in making +a general sketch of the choir; in the afternoon +she devoted herself to details. She first drew +the newly exposed altar-tomb, and when that +was finished, she called her husband's attention +to a beautiful piece of diaper-ornament on the +screen just behind it, which had, like the tomb +itself, been completely concealed by the pulpit. +Of course, he said, an illustration of that must +be made; so she seated herself on the tomb +and began a careful drawing which occupied +her till dusk.</p> + +<p>Her husband had by this time finished his +work of measuring and description, and they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +agreed that it was time to be getting back to +their hotel. "You may as well brush my +skirt, Frank," said the lady, "it must have got +covered with dust, I'm sure." He obeyed +dutifully; but, after a moment, he said, "I +don't know whether you value this dress particularly, +my dear, but I'm inclined to think it's +seen its best days. There's a great bit of it +gone." "Gone? Where?" said she. "I +don't know where it's gone, but it's off at the +bottom edge behind here." She pulled it +hastily into sight, and was horrified to find a +jagged tear extending some way into the substance +of the stuff; very much, she said, as +if a dog had rent it away. The dress was, in +any case, hopelessly spoilt, to her great vexation, +and though they looked everywhere, the missing +piece could not be found. There were many +ways, they concluded, in which the injury might +have come about, for the choir was full of old +bits of woodwork with nails sticking out of +them. Finally, they could only suppose that +one of these had caused the mischief, and that +the workmen, who had been about all day, +had carried off the particular piece with the +fragment of dress still attached to it.</p> + +<p>It was about this time, Worby thought, that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +his little dog began to wear an anxious expression +when the hour for it to be put into the shed in +the back yard approached. (For his mother +had ordained that it must not sleep in the +house.) One evening, he said, when he was +just going to pick it up and carry it out, it +looked at him "like a Christian, and waved its +'and, I was going to say—well, you know 'ow +they do carry on sometimes, and the end of it +was I put it under my coat, and 'uddled it +upstairs—and I'm afraid I as good as deceived +my poor mother on the subject. After that +the dog acted very artful with 'iding itself under +the bed for half-an-hour or more before bed-time +came, and we worked it so as my mother +never found out what we'd done." Of course +Worby was glad of its company anyhow, but +more particularly when the nuisance that is +still remembered in Southminster as "the +crying" set in.</p> + +<p>"Night after night," said Worby, "that dog +seemed to know it was coming; he'd creep out, +he would, and snuggle into the bed and cuddle +right up to me shivering, and when the crying +come he'd be like a wild thing, shoving his head +under my arm, and I was fully near as bad. +Six or seven times we'd hear it, not more, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +when he'd dror out his 'ed again I'd know it +was over for that night. What was it like, +sir? Well, I never heard but one thing that +seemed to hit it off. I happened to be playing +about in the Close, and there was two of the +Canons met and said 'Good morning' one to +another. 'Sleep well last night?' says one—it +was Mr. Henslow that one, and Mr. Lyall was +the other—'Can't say I did,' says Mr. Lyall, +'rather too much of Isaiah 34. 14 for me.' +'34. 14,' says Mr. Henslow, 'what's that?' +'You call yourself a Bible reader!' says Mr. +Lyall. (Mr. Henslow, you must know, he was +one of what used to be termed Simeon's lot—pretty +much what we should call the Evangelical +party.) 'You go and look it up.' I wanted to +know what he was getting at myself, and so +off I ran home and got out my own Bible, and +there it was: 'the satyr shall cry to his fellow.' +Well, I thought, is that what we've been listening +to these past nights? and I tell you it +made me look over my shoulder a time or two. +Of course I'd asked my father and mother +about what it could be before that, but they +both said it was most likely cats: but they spoke +very short, and I could see they was troubled. +My word! that was a noise—'ungry-like, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +if it was calling after some one that wouldn't +come. If ever you felt you wanted company, +it would be when you was waiting for it to +begin again. I believe two or three nights there +was men put on to watch in different parts of +the Close; but they all used to get together in +one corner, the nearest they could to the High +Street, and nothing came of it.</p> + +<p>"Well, the next thing was this. Me and +another of the boys—he's in business in the city +now as a grocer, like his father before him—we'd +gone up in the Close after morning service +was over, and we heard old Palmer the mason +bellowing to some of his men. So we went up +nearer, because we knew he was a rusty old +chap and there might be some fun going. It +appears Palmer'd told this man to stop up the +chink in that old tomb. Well, there was this +man keeping on saying he'd done it the best +he could, and there was Palmer carrying on like +all possessed about it. 'Call that making a job +of it?' he says. 'If you had your rights you'd +get the sack for this. What do you suppose I +pay you your wages for? What do you suppose +I'm going to say to the Dean and Chapter when +they come round, as come they may do any +time, and see where you've been bungling about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +covering the 'ole place with mess and plaster +and Lord knows what?' 'Well, master, I +done the best I could,' says the man; 'I don't +know no more than what you do 'ow it come +to fall out this way. I tamped it right in the +'ole,' he says, 'and now it's fell out,' he says, +'I never see.'</p> + +<p>"'Fell out?' says old Palmer, 'why it's +nowhere near the place. Blowed out, you +mean,' and he picked up a bit of plaster, and so +did I, that was laying up against the screen, +three or four feet off, and not dry yet; and old +Palmer he looked at it curious-like, and then +he turned round on me and he says, 'Now then, +you boys, have you been up to some of your +games here?' 'No,' I says, 'I haven't, Mr. +Palmer; there's none of us been about here +till just this minute,' and while I was talking +the other boy, Evans, he got looking in through +the chink, and I heard him draw in his breath, +and he came away sharp and up to us, and says +he, 'I believe there's something in there. I +saw something shiny.' 'What! I daresay,' +says old Palmer; 'Well, I ain't got time to stop +about there. You, William, you go off and get +some more stuff and make a job of it this time; +if not, there'll be trouble in my yard,' he says.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> + +<p>"So the man he went off, and Palmer too, +and us boys stopped behind, and I says to Evans, +'Did you really see anything in there?' 'Yes,' +he says, 'I did indeed.' So then I says, 'Let's +shove something in and stir it up.' And we +tried several of the bits of wood that was laying +about, but they were all too big. Then Evans +he had a sheet of music he'd brought with him, +an anthem or a service, I forget which it was +now, and he rolled it up small and shoved it +in the chink; two or three times he did it, +and nothing happened. 'Give it me, boy,' +I said, and I had a try. No, nothing happened. +Then, I don't know why I thought of it, I'm +sure, but I stooped down just opposite the +chink and put my two fingers in my mouth and +whistled—you know the way—and at that I +seemed to think I heard something stirring, +and I says to Evans, 'Come away,' I says; +'I don't like this.' 'Oh, rot,' he says, 'Give +me that roll,' and he took it and shoved it in. +And I don't think ever I see any one go so pale +as he did. 'I say, Worby,' he says, 'it's +caught, or else some one's got hold of it.' +'Pull it out or leave it,' I says, 'Come and let's +get off.' So he gave a good pull, and it came +away. Leastways most of it did, but the end<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +was gone. Torn off it was, and Evans looked +at it for a second and then he gave a sort of a +croak and let it drop, and we both made off +out of there as quick as ever we could. When +we got outside Evans says to me, 'Did you +see the end of that paper.' 'No,' I says, +'only it was torn.' 'Yes, it was,' he says, +'but it was wet too, and black!' Well, partly +because of the fright we had, and partly because +that music was wanted in a day or two, and we +knew there'd be a set-out about it with the +organist, we didn't say nothing to any one else, +and I suppose the workmen they swept up the +bit that was left along with the rest of the rubbish. +But Evans, if you were to ask him this very +day about it, he'd stick to it he saw that paper +wet and black at the end where it was torn."</p> + +<p>After that the boys gave the choir a wide +berth, so that Worby was not sure what was +the result of the mason's renewed mending of +the tomb. Only he made out from fragments +of conversation dropped by the workmen passing +through the choir that some difficulty had been +met with, and that the governor—Mr. Palmer +to wit—had tried his own hand at the job. +A little later, he happened to see Mr. Palmer +himself knocking at the door of the Deanery<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +and being admitted by the butler. A day or so +after that, he gathered from a remark his +father let fall at breakfast that something a +little out of the common was to be done in the +Cathedral after morning service on the morrow. +"And I'd just as soon it was to-day," his father +added, "I don't see the use of running risks." +"'Father,' I says, 'what are you going to do +in the Cathedral to-morrow?' and he turned on +me as savage as I ever see him—he was a wonderful +good-tempered man as a general thing, +my poor father was. 'My lad,' he says, 'I'll +trouble you not to go picking up your elders' +and betters' talk: it's not manners and it's not +straight. What I'm going to do or not going +to do in the Cathedral to-morrow is none of +your business: and if I catch sight of you +hanging about the place to-morrow after your +work's done, I'll send you home with a flea in +your ear. Now you mind that.' Of course I +said I was very sorry and that, and equally +of course I went off and laid my plans with +Evans. We knew there was a stair up in the +corner of the transept which you can get up to +the triforium, and in them days the door to it +was pretty well always open, and even if it +wasn't we knew the key usually laid under a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +bit of matting hard by. So we made up our +minds we'd be putting away music and that, next +morning while the rest of the boys was clearing +off, and then slip up the stairs and watch from the +triforium if there was any signs of work going on.</p> + +<p>"Well, that same night I dropped off asleep +as sound as a boy does, and all of a sudden the +dog woke me up, coming into the bed, and +thought I, now we're going to get it sharp, for +he seemed more frightened than usual. After +about five minutes sure enough came this cry. +I can't give you no idea what it was like; and +so near too—nearer than I'd heard it yet—and +a funny thing, Mr. Lake, you know what a +place this Close is for an echo, and particular +if you stand this side of it. Well, this crying +never made no sign of an echo at all. But, as +I said, it was dreadful near this night; and on +the top of the start I got with hearing it, I got +another fright; for I heard something rustling +outside in the passage. Now to be sure I +thought I was done; but I noticed the dog +seemed to perk up a bit, and next there was +some one whispered outside the door, and I +very near laughed out loud, for I knew it was +my father and mother that had got out of bed +with the noise. 'Whatever is it?' says my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +mother. 'Hush! I don't know,' says my +father, excited-like, 'don't disturb the boy. +I hope he didn't hear nothing.'</p> + +<p>"So, me knowing they were just outside, it +made me bolder, and I slipped out of bed across +to my little window—giving on the Close—but +the dog he bored right down to the bottom of +the bed—and I looked out. First go off I couldn't +see anything. Then right down in the shadow +under a buttress I made out what I shall always +say was two spots of red—a dull red it was—nothing +like a lamp or a fire, but just so as you +could pick 'em out of the black shadow. I +hadn't but just sighted 'em when it seemed we +wasn't the only people that had been disturbed, +because I see a window in a house on the left-hand +side become lighted up, and the light +moving. I just turned my head to make sure +of it, and then looked back into the shadow for +those two red things, and they were gone, and for +all I peered about and stared, there was not a +sign more of them. Then come my last fright +that night—something come against my bare +leg—but that was all right: that was my little +dog had come out of bed, and prancing about, +making a great to-do, only holding his tongue, +and me seeing he was quite in spirits again,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +I took him back to bed and we slept the +night out!</p> + +<p>"Next morning I made out to tell my mother +I'd had the dog in my room, and I was surprised, +after all she'd said about it before, how quiet +she took it. 'Did you?' she says. 'Well, by +good rights you ought to go without your +breakfast for doing such a thing behind my +back: but I don't know as there's any great +harm done, only another time you ask my +permission, do you hear?' A bit after that +I said something to my father about having +heard the cats again. '<i>Cats</i>,' he says, and he +looked over at my poor mother, and she coughed +and he says, 'Oh! ah! yes, cats. I believe +I heard 'em myself.'</p> + +<p>"That was a funny morning altogether: +nothing seemed to go right. The organist he +stopped in bed, and the minor Canon he forgot +it was the 19th day and waited for the <i>Venite</i>; +and after a bit the deputy he set off playing +the chant for evensong, which was a minor; and +then the Decani boys were laughing so much +they couldn't sing, and when it came to the +anthem the solo boy he got took with the giggles, +and made out his nose was bleeding, and shoved +the book at me what hadn't practised the verse +and wasn't much of a singer if I had known<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +it. Well, things was rougher, you see, fifty +years ago, and I got a nip from the counter-tenor +behind me that I remembered.</p> + +<p>"So we got through somehow, and neither +the men nor the boys weren't by way of waiting +to see whether the Canon in residence—Mr. +Henslow it was—would come to the vestries +and fine 'em, but I don't believe he did: for +one thing I fancy he'd read the wrong lesson +for the first time in his life, and knew it. Anyhow +Evans and me didn't find no difficulty in +slipping up the stairs as I told you, and when +we got up we laid ourselves down flat on our +stomachs where we could just stretch our heads +out over the old tomb, and we hadn't but just +done so when we heard the verger that was then, +first shutting the iron porch-gates and locking +the south-west door, and then the transept +door, so we knew there was something up, and +they meant to keep the public out for a bit.</p> + +<p>"Next thing was, the Dean and the Canon +come in by their door on the north, and then +I see my father, and old Palmer, and a couple +of their best men, and Palmer stood a talking +for a bit with the Dean in the middle of the +choir. He had a coil of rope and the men had +crows. All of 'em looked a bit nervous. So +there they stood talking, and at last I heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +the Dean say, 'Well, I've no time to waste, +Palmer. If you think this'll satisfy Southminster +people, I'll permit it to be done; but +I must say this, that never in the whole course +of my life have I heard such arrant nonsense +from a practical man as I have from you. +Don't you agree with me, Henslow?' As far +as I could hear Mr. Henslow said something +like 'Oh! well we're told, aren't we, Mr. Dean, +not to judge others?' and the Dean he gave +a kind of sniff, and walked straight up to the +tomb, and took his stand behind it with his +back to the screen, and the others they come +edging up rather gingerly. Henslow, he stopped +on the south side and scratched on his chin, +he did. Then the Dean spoke up: 'Palmer,' +he says, 'which can you do easiest, get the slab +off the top, or shift one of the side slabs?'</p> + +<p>"Old Palmer and his men they pottered about +a bit looking round the edge of the top slab +and sounding the sides on the south and east +and west and everywhere but the north. Henslow +said something about it being better to +have a try at the south side, because there was +more light and more room to move about in. +Then my father, who'd been watching of them, +went round to the north side, and knelt down +and felt of the slab by the chink, and he got<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +up and dusted his knees and says to the Dean: +'Beg pardon, Mr. Dean, but I think if Mr. +Palmer'll try this here slab he'll find it'll come +out easy enough. Seems to me one of the men +could prize it out with his crow by means of +this chink.' 'Ah! thank you, Worby,' says +the Dean; 'that's a good suggestion. Palmer, +let one of your men do that, will you?'</p> + +<p>"So the man come round, and put his bar +in and bore on it, and just that minute when +they were all bending over, and we boys got +our heads well out over the edge of the triforium, +there come a most fearful crash down +at the west end of the choir, as if a whole stack +of big timber had fallen down a flight of stairs. +Well, you can't expect me to tell you everything +that happened all in a minute. Of course +there was a terrible commotion. I heard the +slab fall out, and the crowbar on the floor, +and I heard the Dean say 'Good God!'</p> + +<p>"When I looked down again I saw the Dean +tumbled over on the floor, the men was making +off down the choir, Henslow was just going to +help the Dean up, Palmer was going to stop +the men, as he said afterwards, and my father +was sitting on the altar step with his face in +his hands. The Dean he was very cross. 'I +wish to goodness you'd look where you're<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> +coming to, Henslow,' he says. 'Why you should +all take to your heels when a stick of wood +tumbles down I cannot imagine,' and all Henslow +could do, explaining he was right away on the +other side of the tomb, would not satisfy him.</p> + +<p>"Then Palmer came back and reported there +was nothing to account for this noise and +nothing seemingly fallen down, and when the +Dean finished feeling of himself they gathered +round—except my father, he sat where he +was—and some one lighted up a bit of candle +and they looked into the tomb. 'Nothing +there,' says the Dean, 'what did I tell you? +Stay! here's something. What's this: a bit +of music paper, and a piece of torn stuff—part +of a dress it looks like. Both quite modern—no +interest whatever. Another time perhaps +you'll take the advice of an educated man'—or +something like that, and off he went, limping +a bit, and out through the north door, only as +he went he called back angry to Palmer for +leaving the door standing open. Palmer called +out 'Very sorry, sir,' but he shrugged his +shoulders, and Henslow says, 'I fancy Mr. +Dean's mistaken. I closed the door behind +me, but he's a little upset.' Then Palmer says, +'Why, where's Worby?' and they saw him +sitting on the step and went up to him. He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +was recovering himself, it seemed, and wiping +his forehead, and Palmer helped him up on to +his legs, as I was glad to see.</p> + +<p>"They were too far off for me to hear what +they said, but my father pointed to the north +door in the aisle, and Palmer and Henslow both +of them looked very surprised and scared. +After a bit, my father and Henslow went out +of the church, and the others made what haste +they could to put the slab back and plaster it +in. And about as the clock struck twelve the +Cathedral was opened again and us boys made +the best of our way home.</p> + +<p>"I was in a great taking to know what it +was had given my poor father such a turn, and +when I got in and found him sitting in his chair +taking a glass of spirits, and my mother standing +looking anxious at him, I couldn't keep from +bursting out and making confession where I'd +been. But he didn't seem to take on, not in +the way of losing his temper. 'You was there, +was you? Well did you see it?' 'I see everything, +father,' I said, 'except when the noise +came.' 'Did you see what it was knocked the +Dean over?' he says, 'that what come out of +the monument? You didn't? Well, that's a +mercy.' 'Why, what was it, father?' I said. +'Come, you must have seen it,' he says.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> +'<i>Didn't</i> you see? A thing like a man, all over +hair, and two great eyes to it?'</p> + +<p>"Well, that was all I could get out of him +that time, and later on he seemed as if he was +ashamed of being so frightened, and he used to +put me off when I asked him about it. But +years after, when I was got to be a grown man, +we had more talk now and again on the matter, +and he always said the same thing. 'Black it +was,' he'd say, 'and a mass of hair, and two +legs, and the light caught on its eyes.'</p> + +<p>"Well, that's the tale of that tomb, Mr. +Lake; it's one we don't tell to our visitors, +and I should be obliged to you not to make any +use of it till I'm out of the way. I doubt Mr. +Evans'll feel the same as I do, if you ask him."</p> + +<p>This proved to be the case. But over twenty +years have passed by, and the grass is growing +over both Worby and Evans; so Mr. Lake felt +no difficulty about communicating his notes—taken +in 1890—to me. He accompanied them +with a sketch of the tomb and a copy of the +short inscription on the metal cross which +was affixed at the expense of Dr. Lyall to the +centre of the northern side. It was from the +Vulgate of Isaiah xxxiv., and consisted merely +of the three words—</p> + +<p class="center">IBI CUBAVIT LAMIA.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE STORY OF A DISAPPEARANCE<br /> +AND AN APPEARANCE</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE STORY OF A DISAPPEARANCE<br /> +AND AN APPEARANCE</h2> + + +<p>The letters which I now publish were sent +to me recently by a person who knows +me to be interested in ghost stories. There is +no doubt about their authenticity. The paper +on which they are written, the ink, and the +whole external aspect put their date beyond +the reach of question.</p> + +<p>The only point which they do not make clear +is the identity of the writer. He signs with +initials only, and as none of the envelopes of +the letters are preserved, the surname of his +correspondent—obviously a married brother—is +as obscure as his own. No further preliminary +explanation is needed, I think. Luckily +the first letter supplies all that could be expected.</p> + + +<h3>LETTER I</h3> + +<p class="datesig"><span class="smcap">Great Chrishall</span>, <i>Dec</i>. 22, 1837.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">My Dear Robert</span>,—It is with great regret +for the enjoyment I am losing, and for a reason +which you will deplore equally with myself,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +that I write to inform you that I am unable +to join your circle for this Christmas: but you +will agree with me that it is unavoidable when +I say that I have within these few hours received +a letter from Mrs. Hunt at B——, to the effect +that our Uncle Henry has suddenly and mysteriously +disappeared, and begging me to go +down there immediately and join the search +that is being made for him. Little as I, or +you either, I think, have ever seen of Uncle, +I naturally feel that this is not a request that +can be regarded lightly, and accordingly I +propose to go to B—— by this afternoon's +mail, reaching it late in the evening. I shall +not go to the Rectory, but put up at the King's +Head, and to which you may address letters. +I enclose a small draft, which you will please +make use of for the benefit of the young people. +I shall write you daily (supposing me to be +detained more than a single day) what goes on, +and you may be sure, should the business be +cleared up in time to permit of my coming to +the Manor after all, I shall present myself. I +have but a few minutes at disposal. With +cordial greetings to you all, and many regrets, +believe me, your affectionate Bro.,</p> + +<p class="datesig">W. R.<br /></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> +<h3>LETTER II</h3> + +<p class="datesig"><span class="smcap">King's Head</span>, <i>Dec</i>. 23, '37.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">My Dear Robert</span>,—In the first place, there +is as yet no news of Uncle H., and I think you +may finally dismiss any idea—I won't say hope—that +I might after all "turn up" for Xmas. +However, my thoughts will be with you, and +you have my best wishes for a really festive +day. Mind that none of my nephews or nieces +expend any fraction of their guineas on presents +for me.</p> + +<p>Since I got here I have been blaming myself +for taking this affair of Uncle H. too easily. +From what people here say, I gather that there +is very little hope that he can still be alive; +but whether it is accident or design that carried +him off I cannot judge. The facts are these. +On Friday the 19th, he went as usual shortly +before five o'clock to read evening prayers at +the Church; and when they were over the +clerk brought him a message, in response to +which he set off to pay a visit to a sick person +at an outlying cottage the better part of two +miles away. He paid the visit, and started on +his return journey at about half-past six. This +is the last that is known of him. The people<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +here are very much grieved at his loss; he had +been here many years, as you know, and though, +as you also know, he was not the most genial +of men, and had more than a little of the +<i>martinet</i> in his composition, he seems to have +been active in good works, and unsparing of +trouble to himself.</p> + +<p>Poor Mrs. Hunt, who has been his housekeeper +ever since she left Woodley, is quite +overcome: it seems like the end of the world +to her. I am glad that I did not entertain +the idea of taking quarters at the Rectory; +and I have declined several kindly offers of +hospitality from people in the place, preferring +as I do to be independent, and finding myself +very comfortable here.</p> + +<p>You will, of course, wish to know what has +been done in the way of inquiry and search. +First, nothing was to be expected from investigation +at the Rectory; and to be brief, nothing +has transpired. I asked Mrs. Hunt—as others +had done before—whether there was either any +unfavourable symptom in her master such as +might portend a sudden stroke, or attack of +illness, or whether he had ever had reason to +apprehend any such thing: but both she, and +also his medical man, were clear that this was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> +not the case. He was quite in his usual health. +In the second place, naturally, ponds and +streams have been dragged, and fields in the +neighbourhood which he is known to have +visited last, have been searched—without result. +I have myself talked to the parish clerk and—more +important—have been to the house +where he paid his visit.</p> + +<p>There can be no question of any foul play on +these people's part. The one man in the house +is ill in bed and very weak: the wife and the +children of course could do nothing themselves, +nor is there the shadow of a probability that +they or any of them should have agreed to +decoy poor Uncle H. out in order that he might +be attacked on the way back. They had told +what they knew to several other inquirers +already, but the woman repeated it to me. +The Rector was looking just as usual: he +wasn't very long with the sick man—"He ain't," +she said, "like some what has a gift in prayer; +but there, if we was all that way, 'owever +would the chapel people get their living?" He +left some money when he went away, and one +of the children saw him cross the stile into the +next field. He was dressed as he always was: +wore his bands—I gather he is nearly the last<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> +man remaining who does so—at any rate in +this district.</p> + +<p>You see I am putting down everything. The +fact is that I have nothing else to do, having +brought no business papers with me; and, +moreover, it serves to clear my own mind, and +may suggest points which have been overlooked. +So I shall continue to write all that +passes, even to conversations if need be—you +may read or not as you please, but pray keep +the letters. I have another reason for writing +so fully, but it is not a very tangible one.</p> + +<p>You may ask if I have myself made any +search in the fields near the cottage. Something—a +good deal—has been done by others, +as I mentioned; but I hope to go over the +ground to-morrow. Bow Street has now been +informed, and will send down by to-night's +coach, but I do not think they will make much +of the job. There is no snow, which might +have helped us. The fields are all grass. Of +course I was on the <i>qui vive</i> for any indication +to-day both going and returning; but there +was a thick mist on the way back, and I was +not in trim for wandering about unknown +pastures, especially on an evening when bushes +looked like men, and a cow lowing in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +distance might have been the last trump. I +assure you, if Uncle Henry had stepped out +from among the trees in a little copse which +borders the path at one place, carrying his +head under his arm, I should have been very +little more uncomfortable than I was. To tell +you the truth, I was rather expecting something +of the kind. But I must drop my pen for the +moment: Mr. Lucas, the curate, is announced.</p> + +<p><i>Later.</i> Mr. Lucas has been, and gone, and +there is not much beyond the decencies of +ordinary sentiment to be got from him. I can +see that he has given up any idea that the +Rector can be alive, and that, so far as he can +be, he is truly sorry. I can also discern that +even in a more emotional person than Mr. +Lucas, Uncle Henry was not likely to inspire +strong attachment.</p> + +<p>Besides Mr. Lucas, I have had another visitor +in the shape of my Boniface—mine host of the +"King's Head"—who came to see whether I +had everything I wished, and who really +requires the pen of a Boz to do him justice. +He was very solemn and weighty at first. +"Well, sir," he said, "I suppose we must bow +our 'ead beneath the blow, as my poor wife +had used to say. So far as I can gather there's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +been neither hide nor yet hair of our late +respected incumbent scented out as yet; not +that he was what the Scripture terms a hairy +man in any sense of the word."</p> + +<p>I said—as well as I could—that I supposed +not, but could not help adding that I had heard +he was sometimes a little difficult to deal with. +Mr. Bowman looked at me sharply for a moment, +and then passed in a flash from solemn sympathy +to impassioned declamation. "When I think," +he said, "of the language that man see fit to +employ to me in this here parlour over no +more a matter than a cask of beer—such a +thing as I told him might happen any day of +the week to a man with a family—though as +it turned out he was quite under a mistake, +and that I knew at the time, only I was that +shocked to hear him I couldn't lay my tongue +to the right expression."</p> + +<p>He stopped abruptly and eyed me with some +embarrassment. I only said, "Dear me, I'm +sorry to hear you had any little differences; +I suppose my uncle will be a good deal missed +in the parish?" Mr. Bowman drew a long +breath. "Ah, yes!" he said; "your uncle! +You'll understand me when I say that for the +moment it had slipped my remembrance that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +he was a relative; and natural enough, I must +say, as it should, for as to you bearing any +resemblance to—to him, the notion of any +such a thing is clean ridiculous. All the same, +'ad I 'ave bore it in my mind, you'll be among +the first to feel, I'm sure, as I should have +abstained my lips, or rather I should <i>not</i> have +abstained my lips with no such reflections."</p> + +<p>I assured him that I quite understood, and +was going to have asked him some further +questions, but he was called away to see after +some business. By the way, you need not +take it into your head that he has anything to +fear from the inquiry into poor Uncle Henry's +disappearance—though, no doubt, in the watches +of the night it will occur to him that <i>I</i> think +he has, and I may expect explanations to-morrow.</p> + +<p>I must close this letter: it has to go by the +late coach.</p> + + +<h3>LETTER III</h3> + +<p class="datesig"><i>Dec</i>. 25, '37.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">My Dear Robert</span>,—This is a curious letter +to be writing on Christmas Day, and yet after +all there is nothing much in it. Or there may +be—you shall be the judge. At least, nothing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> +decisive. The Bow Street men practically say +that they have no clue. The length of time +and the weather conditions have made all tracks +so faint as to be quite useless: nothing that +belonged to the dead man—I'm afraid no other +word will do—has been picked up.</p> + +<p>As I expected, Mr. Bowman was uneasy in +his mind this morning; quite early I heard +him holding forth in a very distinct voice—purposely +so, I thought—to the Bow Street +officers in the bar, as to the loss that the town +had sustained in their Rector, and as to the +necessity of leaving no stone unturned (he was +very great on this phrase) in order to come at +the truth. I suspect him of being an orator +of repute at convivial meetings.</p> + +<p>When I was at breakfast he came to wait +on me, and took an opportunity when handing +a muffin to say in a low tone, "I 'ope, sir, you +reconize as my feelings towards your relative +is not actuated by any taint of what you may +call melignity—you can leave the room, Eliza, +I will see the gentleman 'as all he requires with +my own hands—I ask your pardon, sir, but +you must be well aware a man is not always +master of himself: and when that man has +been 'urt in his mind by the application of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +expressions which I will go so far as to say 'ad +not ought to have been made use of (his voice +was rising all this time and his face growing +redder); no, sir; and 'ere, if you will permit +of it, I should like to explain to you in a very +few words the exact state of the bone of contention. +This cask—I might more truly call it +a firkin—of beer—"</p> + +<p>I felt it was time to interpose, and said that +I did not see that it would help us very much +to go into that matter in detail. Mr. Bowman +acquiesced, and resumed more calmly:</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, I bow to your ruling, and as you +say, be that here or be it there, it don't contribute +a great deal, perhaps, to the present +question. All I wish you to understand is that +I am prepared as you are yourself to lend every +hand to the business we have afore us, and—as +I took the opportunity to say as much to +the Orficers not three-quarters of an hour ago—to +leave no stone unturned as may throw even +a spark of light on this painful matter."</p> + +<p>In fact, Mr. Bowman did accompany us on +our exploration, but though I am sure his +genuine wish was to be helpful, I am afraid +he did not contribute to the serious side of it. +He appeared to be under the impression that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> +we were likely to meet either Uncle Henry or +the person responsible for his disappearance, +walking about the fields—and did a great deal +of shading his eyes with his hand and calling +our attention, by pointing with his stick, to +distant cattle and labourers. He held several +long conversations with old women whom we +met, and was very strict and severe in his +manner—but on each occasion returned to our +party saying, "Well, I find she don't seem to +'ave no connexion with this sad affair. I think +you may take it from me, sir, as there's little +or no light to be looked for from that quarter; +not without she's keeping somethink back +intentional."</p> + +<p>We gained no appreciable result, as I told +you at starting; the Bow Street men have +left the town, whether for London or not, I +am not sure.</p> + +<p>This evening I had company in the shape of +a bagman, a smartish fellow. He knew what +was going forward, but though he has been on +the roads for some days about here, he had +nothing to tell of suspicious characters—tramps, +wandering sailors or gipsies. He was very full +of a capital Punch and Judy Show he had seen +this same day at W——, and asked if it had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> +been here yet, and advised me by no means +to miss it if it does come. The best Punch +and the best Toby dog, he said, he had ever +come across. Toby dogs, you know, are the +last new thing in the shows. I have only seen +one myself, but before long all the men will +have them.</p> + +<p>Now why, you will want to know, do I +trouble to write all this to you? I am obliged +to do it, because it has something to do with +another absurd trifle (as you will inevitably +say), which in my present state of rather unquiet +fancy—nothing more, perhaps—I have to put +down. It is a dream, sir, which I am going to +record, and I must say it is one of the oddest +I have had. Is there anything in it beyond +what the bagman's talk and Uncle Henry's +disappearance could have suggested? You, I +repeat, shall judge: I am not in a sufficiently +cool and judicial frame to do so.</p> + +<p>It began with what I can only describe as a +pulling aside of curtains: and I found myself +seated in a place—I don't know whether in +doors or out. There were people—only a few—on +either side of me, but I did not recognize +them, or indeed think much about them. +They never spoke, but, so far as I remember,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +were all grave and pale-faced and looked +fixedly before them. Facing me there was a +Punch and Judy Show, perhaps rather larger +than the ordinary ones, painted with black +figures on a reddish-yellow ground. Behind it +and on each side was only darkness, but in +front there was a sufficiency of light. I was +"strung up" to a high degree of expectation +and listened every moment to hear the panpipes +and the Roo-too-too-it. Instead of that +there came suddenly an enormous—I can use +no other word—an enormous single toll of a +bell, I don't know from how far off—somewhere +behind. The little curtain flew up and +the drama began.</p> + +<p>I believe someone once tried to re-write Punch +as a serious tragedy; but whoever he may +have been, this performance would have suited +him exactly. There was something Satanic +about the hero. He varied his methods of +attack: for some of his victims he lay in wait, +and to see his horrible face—it was yellowish +white, I may remark—peering round the wings +made me think of the Vampyre in Fuseli's foul +sketch. To others he was polite and carneying—particularly +to the unfortunate alien who can +only say <i>Shallabalah</i>—though what Punch said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> +I never could catch. But with all of them +I came to dread the moment of death. The +crack of the stick on their skulls, which in the +ordinary way delights me, had here a crushing +sound as if the bone was giving way, and the +victims quivered and kicked as they lay. The +baby—it sounds more ridiculous as I go on—the +baby, I am sure, was alive. Punch wrung +its neck, and if the choke or squeak which it +gave were not real, I know nothing of reality.</p> + +<p>The stage got perceptibly darker as each +crime was consummated, and at last there was +one murder which was done quite in the dark, +so that I could see nothing of the victim, and +took some time to effect. It was accompanied +by hard breathing and horrid muffled sounds, +and after it Punch came and sat on the foot-board +and fanned himself and looked at his +shoes, which were bloody, and hung his head +on one side, and sniggered in so deadly a fashion +that I saw some of those beside me cover their +faces, and I would gladly have done the same. +But in the meantime the scene behind Punch +was clearing, and showed, not the usual house +front, but something more ambitious—a grove +of trees and the gentle slope of a hill, with a +very natural—in fact, I should say a real—moon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> +shining on it. Over this there rose slowly +an object which I soon perceived to be a human +figure with something peculiar about the head—what, +I was unable at first to see. It did +not stand on its feet, but began creeping or +dragging itself across the middle distance towards +Punch, who still sat back to it; and by +this time, I may remark (though it did not +occur to me at the moment) that all pretence +of this being a puppet show had vanished. +Punch was still Punch, it is true, but, like +the others, was in some sense a live creature, +and both moved themselves at their own will.</p> + +<p>When I next glanced at him he was sitting +in malignant reflection; but in another instant +something seemed to attract his attention, and +he first sat up sharply and then turned round, +and evidently caught sight of the person that +was approaching him and was in fact now very +near. Then, indeed, did he show unmistakable +signs of terror: catching up his stick, he rushed +towards the wood, only just eluding the arm +of his pursuer, which was suddenly flung out +to intercept him. It was with a revulsion which +I cannot easily express that I now saw more +or less clearly what this pursuer was like. +He was a sturdy figure clad in black, and,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> +as I thought, wearing bands: his head was +covered with a whitish bag.</p> + +<p>The chase which now began lasted I do not +know how long, now among the trees, now +along the slope of the field, sometimes both +figures disappearing wholly for a few seconds, +and only some uncertain sounds letting one +know that they were still afoot. At length +there came a moment when Punch, evidently +exhausted, staggered in from the left and threw +himself down among the trees. His pursuer +was not long after him, and came looking uncertainly +from side to side. Then, catching +sight of the figure on the ground, he too threw +himself down—his back was turned to the +audience—with a swift motion twitched the +covering from his head, and thrust his face +into that of Punch. Everything on the instant +grew dark.</p> + +<p>There was one long, loud, shuddering scream, +and I awoke to find myself looking straight +into the face of—what in all the world do you +think?—but a large owl, which was seated on +my window-sill immediately opposite my bed-foot, +holding up its wings like two shrouded +arms. I caught the fierce glance of its yellow +eyes, and then it was gone. I heard the single<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> +enormous bell again—very likely, as you are +saying to yourself, the church clock; but I do +not think so—and then I was broad awake.</p> + +<p>All this, I may say, happened within the last +half-hour. There was no probability of my +getting to sleep again, so I got up, put on +clothes enough to keep me warm, and am +writing this rigmarole in the first hours of +Christmas Day. Have I left out anything? +Yes, there was no Toby dog, and the names +over the front of the Punch and Judy booth +were Kidman and Gallop, which were certainly +not what the bagman told me to look out for.</p> + +<p>By this time, I feel a little more as if I could +sleep, so this shall be sealed and wafered.</p> + + +<h3>LETTER IV</h3> + +<p class="datesig"><i>Dec</i>. 26, '37.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">My Dear Robert</span>,—All is over. The body +has been found. I do not make excuses for +not having sent off my news by last night's +mail, for the simple reason that I was incapable +of putting pen to paper. The events that +attended the discovery bewildered me so completely +that I needed what I could get of a +night's rest to enable me to face the situation +at all. Now I can give you my journal of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +day, certainly the strangest Christmas Day +that ever I spent or am likely to spend.</p> + +<p>The first incident was not very serious. Mr. +Bowman had, I think, been keeping Christmas +Eve, and was a little inclined to be captious: +at least, he was not on foot very early, and to +judge from what I could hear, neither men or +maids could do anything to please him. The +latter were certainly reduced to tears; nor +am I sure that Mr. Bowman succeeded in preserving +a manly composure. At any rate, when +I came downstairs, it was in a broken voice +that he wished me the compliments of the +season, and a little later on, when he paid his +visit of ceremony at breakfast, he was far from +cheerful: even Byronic, I might almost say, +in his outlook on life.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," he said, "if you think with +me, sir; but every Christmas as comes round +the world seems a hollerer thing to me. Why, +take an example now from what lays under +my own eye. There's my servant Eliza—been +with me now for going on fifteen years. I +thought I could have placed my confidence in +Elizar, and yet this very morning—Christmas +morning too, of all the blessed days in the year—with +the bells a ringing and—and—all like<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +that—I say, this very morning, had it not have +been for Providence watching over us all, that +girl would have put—indeed I may go so far +to say, 'ad put the cheese on your breakfast +table——" He saw I was about to speak, and +waved his hand at me. "It's all very well +for you to say, 'Yes, Mr. Bowman, but you +took away the cheese and locked it up in the +cupboard,' which I did, and have the key here, +or if not the actual key one very much about +the same size. That's true enough, sir, but +what do you think is the effect of that action +on me? Why it's no exaggeration for me to +say that the ground is cut from under my feet. +And yet when I said as much to Eliza, not +nasty, mind you, but just firm like, what was +my return? 'Oh,' she says: 'Well,' she says, +'there wasn't no bones broke, I suppose.' +Well, sir, it 'urt me, that's all I can say: it +'urt me, and I don't like to think of it now."</p> + +<p>There was an ominous pause here, in which +I ventured to say something like, "Yes, very +trying," and then asked at what hour the +church service was to be. "Eleven o'clock," +Mr. Bowman said with a heavy sigh. "Ah, +you won't have no such discourse from poor +Mr. Lucas as what you would have done from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> +our late Rector. Him and me may have had +our little differences, and did do, more's the +pity."</p> + +<p>I could see that a powerful effort was needed +to keep him off the vexed question of the cask +of beer, but he made it. "But I will say this, +that a better preacher, nor yet one to stand +faster by his rights, or what he considered to +be his rights—however, that's not the question +now—I for one, never set under. Some might +say, 'Was he a eloquent man?' and to that +my answer would be: 'Well, there you've a +better right per'aps to speak of your own uncle +than what I have.' Others might ask, 'Did +he keep a hold of his congregation?' and there +again I should reply, 'That depends.' But +as I say—Yes, Eliza, my girl, I'm coming—eleven +o'clock, sir, and you inquire for the +King's Head pew." I believe Eliza had been +very near the door, and shall consider it in +my vail.</p> + +<p>The next episode was church: I felt Mr. +Lucas had a difficult task in doing justice to +Christmas sentiments, and also to the feeling +of disquiet and regret which, whatever Mr. +Bowman might say, was clearly prevalent. I +do not think he rose to the occasion. I was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> +uncomfortable. The organ wolved—you know +what I mean: the wind died—twice in the +Christmas Hymn, and the tenor bell, I suppose +owing to some negligence on the part of the +ringers, kept sounding faintly about once in +a minute during the sermon. The clerk sent +up a man to see to it, but he seemed unable +to do much. I was glad when it was over. +There was an odd incident, too, before the +service. I went in rather early, and came upon +two men carrying the parish bier back to its +place under the tower. From what I overheard +them saying, it appeared that it had been +put out by mistake, by some one who was not +there. I also saw the clerk busy folding up +a moth-eaten velvet pall—not a sight for +Christmas Day.</p> + +<p>I dined soon after this, and then, feeling disinclined +to go out, took my seat by the fire in +the parlour, with the last number of <i>Pickwick</i>, +which I had been saving up for some days. I +thought I could be sure of keeping awake over +this, but I turned out as bad as our friend +Smith. I suppose it was half-past two when +I was roused by a piercing whistle and laughing +and talking voices outside in the market-place. +It was a Punch and Judy—I had no doubt the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +one that my bagman had seen at W——. I +was half delighted, half not—the latter because +my unpleasant dream came back to me so +vividly; but, anyhow, I determined to see it +through, and I sent Eliza out with a crown-piece +to the performers and a request that +they would face my window if they could +manage it.</p> + +<p>The show was a very smart new one; the +names of the proprietors, I need hardly tell you, +were Italian, Foresta and Calpigi. The Toby +dog was there, as I had been led to expect. All +B—— turned out, but did not obstruct my +view, for I was at the large first-floor window +and not ten yards away.</p> + +<p>The play began on the stroke of a quarter +to three by the church clock. Certainly it was +very good; and I was soon relieved to find +that the disgust my dream had given me for +Punch's onslaughts on his ill-starred visitors +was only transient. I laughed at the demise of +the Turncock, the Foreigner, the Beadle, and +even the baby. The only drawback was the +Toby dog's developing a tendency to howl in +the wrong place. Something had occurred, I +suppose, to upset him, and something considerable: +for, I forget exactly at what point, he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +gave a most lamentable cry, leapt off the foot board, +and shot away across the market-place +and down a side street. There was a stage-wait, +but only a brief one. I suppose the men +decided that it was no good going after him, +and that he was likely to turn up again at +night.</p> + +<p>We went on. Punch dealt faithfully with +Judy, and in fact with all comers; and then +came the moment when the gallows was erected, +and the great scene with Mr. Ketch was to be +enacted. It was now that something happened +of which I can certainly not yet see the import +fully. You have witnessed an execution, and +know what the criminal's head looks like with +the cap on. If you are like me, you never wish +to think of it again, and I do not willingly +remind you of it. It was just such a head as +that, that I, from my somewhat higher post, +saw in the inside of the show-box; but at first +the audience did not see it. I expected it to +emerge into their view, but instead of that +there slowly rose for a few seconds an uncovered +face, with an expression of terror upon it, of +which I have never imagined the like. It +seemed as if the man, whoever he was, was +being forcibly lifted, with his arms somehow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +pinioned or held back, towards the little gibbet +on the stage. I could just see the nightcapped +head behind him. Then there was a cry and +a crash. The whole show-box fell over backwards; +kicking legs were seen among the ruins, +and then two figures—as some said; I can +only answer for one—were visible running at +top speed across the square and disappearing +in a lane which leads to the fields.</p> + +<p>Of course everybody gave chase. I followed; +but the pace was killing, and very few were in, +literally, at the death. It happened in a chalk +pit: the man went over the edge quite blindly +and broke his neck. They searched everywhere +for the other, until it occurred to me to ask +whether he had ever left the market-place. At +first everyone was sure that he had; but when +we came to look, he was there, under the show-box, +dead too.</p> + +<p>But in the chalk pit it was that poor Uncle +Henry's body was found, with a sack over the +head, the throat horribly mangled. It was a +peaked corner of the sack sticking out of the +soil that attracted attention. I cannot bring +myself to write in greater detail.</p> + +<p>I forgot to say the men's real names were +Kidman and Gallop. I feel sure I have heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +them, but no one here seems to know anything +about them.</p> + +<p>I am coming to you as soon as I can after the +funeral. I must tell you when we meet what +I think of it all.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="TWO_DOCTORS" id="TWO_DOCTORS"></a>TWO DOCTORS</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="DOCTORS" id="DOCTORS"></a>TWO DOCTORS</h2> + + +<p>It is a very common thing, in my experience, +to find papers shut up in old books; but +one of the rarest things to come across any +such that are at all interesting. Still it does +happen, and one should never destroy them +unlooked at. Now it was a practice of mine +before the war occasionally to buy old ledgers +of which the paper was good, and which +possessed a good many blank leaves, and to extract +these and use them for my own notes and +writings. One such I purchased for a small +sum in 1911. It was tightly clasped, and its +boards were warped by having for years been +obliged to embrace a number of extraneous +sheets. Three-quarters of this inserted matter +had lost all vestige of importance for any +living human being: one bundle had not. That +it belonged to a lawyer is certain, for it is +endorsed: <i>The strangest case I have yet met</i>, +and bears initials, and an address in Gray's Inn. +It is only materials for a case, and consists of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +statements by possible witnesses. The man +who would have been the defendant or prisoner +seems never to have appeared. The <i>dossier</i> is +not complete, but, such as it is, it furnishes +a riddle in which the supernatural appears +to play a part. You must see what you can +make of it.</p> + +<p>The following is the setting and the tale as +I elicit it.</p> + +<p>Dr. Abell was walking in his garden one +afternoon waiting for his horse to be brought +round that he might set out on his visits for +the day. As the place was Islington, the month +June, and the year 1718, we conceive the surroundings +as being countrified and pleasant. +To him entered his confidential servant, Luke +Jennett, who had been with him twenty years.</p> + +<p>"I said I wished to speak to him, and what +I had to say might take some quarter of an +hour. He accordingly bade me go into his +study, which was a room opening on the terrace +path where he was walking, and came in +himself and sat down. I told him that, much +against my will, I must look out for another +place. He inquired what was my reason, in +consideration I had been so long with him. I +said if he would excuse me he would do me a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> +great kindness, because (this appears to have +been common form even in 1718) I was one +that always liked to have everything pleasant +about me. As well as I can remember, he said +that was his case likewise, but he would wish +to know why I should change my mind after +so many years, and, says he, 'you know there +can be no talk of a remembrance of you in my +will if you leave my service now.' I said I +had made my reckoning of that.</p> + +<p>"'Then,' says he, 'you must have some +complaint to make, and if I could I would +willingly set it right.' And at that I told him, +not seeing how I could keep it back, the matter +of my former affidavit and of the bedstaff in +the dispensing-room, and said that a house +where such things happened was no place for +me. At which he, looking very black upon me, +said no more, but called me fool, and said he +would pay what was owing me in the morning; +and so, his horse being waiting, went out. So +for that night I lodged with my sister's husband +near Battle Bridge and came early next morning +to my late master, who then made a great +matter that I had not lain in his house and +stopped a crown out of my wages owing.</p> + +<p>"After that I took service here and there,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> +not for long at a time, and saw no more of +him till I came to be Dr. Quinn's man at Dodds +Hall in Islington."</p> + +<p>There is one very obscure part in this statement, +namely, the reference to the former +affidavit and the matter of the bedstaff. The +former affidavit is not in the bundle of papers. +It is to be feared that it was taken out to be +read because of its special oddity, and not put +back. Of what nature the story was may be +guessed later, but as yet no clue has been put +into our hands.</p> + +<p>The Rector of Islington, Jonathan Pratt, is the +next to step forward. He furnishes particulars +of the standing and reputation of Dr. Abell +and Dr. Quinn, both of whom lived and practised +in his parish.</p> + +<p>"It is not to be supposed," he says, "that +a physician should be a regular attendant at +morning and evening prayers, or at the Wednesday +lectures, but within the measure of their +ability I would say that both these persons +fulfilled their obligations as loyal members of +the Church of England. At the same time (as +you desire my private mind) I must say, in the +language of the schools, <i>distinguo</i>. Dr. A. was +to me a source of perplexity, Dr. Q. to my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> +eye a plain, honest believer, not inquiring over +closely into points of belief, but squaring his +practice to what lights he had. The other +interested himself in questions to which Providence, +as I hold, designs no answer to be given +us in this state: he would ask me, for example, +what place I believed those beings now to hold +in the scheme of creation which by some are +thought neither to have stood fast when the +rebel angels fell, nor to have joined with them +to the full pitch of their transgression.</p> + +<p>"As was suitable, my first answer to him was +a question, What warrant he had for supposing +any such beings to exist? for that there was +none in Scripture I took it he was aware. It +appeared—for as I am on the subject, the +whole tale may be given—that he grounded himself +on such passages as that of the satyr which +Jerome tells us conversed with Antony; but +thought too that some parts of Scripture might +be cited in support. 'And besides,' said he, +'you know 'tis the universal belief among +those that spend their days and nights abroad, +and I would add that if your calling took you +so continuously as it does me about the country +lanes by night, you might not be so surprised +as I see you to be by my suggestion.' 'You<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +are then of John Milton's mind,' I said, 'and +hold that</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.'</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>"'I do not know,' he said, 'why Milton +should take upon himself to say "unseen"; +though to be sure he was blind when he wrote +that. But for the rest, why, yes, I think he +was in the right.' 'Well,' I said, 'though not +so often as you, I am not seldom called abroad +pretty late; but I have no mind of meeting +a satyr in our Islington lanes in all the years +I have been here; and if you have had the +better luck, I am sure the Royal Society would +be glad to know of it.'</p> + +<p>"I am reminded of these trifling expressions +because Dr. A. took them so ill, stamping out +of the room in a huff with some such word as +that these high and dry parsons had no eyes +but for a prayerbook or a pint of wine.</p> + +<p>"But this was not the only time that our +conversation took a remarkable turn. There +was an evening when he came in, at first seeming +gay and in good spirits, but afterwards as he +sat and smoked by the fire falling into a musing +way; out of which to rouse him I said pleasantly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> +that I supposed he had had no meetings of +late with his odd friends. A question which +did effectually arouse him, for he looked most +wildly, and as if scared, upon me, and said, +'<i>You</i> were never there? I did not see +you. Who brought you?' And then in a +more collected tone, 'What was this about a +meeting? I believe I must have been in a +doze.' To which I answered that I was thinking +of fauns and centaurs in the dark lane, +and not of a witches' Sabbath; but it seemed +he took it differently.</p> + +<p>"'Well,' said he, 'I can plead guilty to +neither; but I find you very much more of +a sceptic than becomes your cloth. If you +care to know about the dark lane you might +do worse than ask my housekeeper that lived +at the other end of it when she was a child.' +'Yes,' said I, 'and the old women in the +almshouse and the children in the kennel. If +I were you, I would send to your brother Quinn +for a bolus to clear your brain.' 'Damn +Quinn,' says he; 'talk no more of him: he +has embezzled four of my best patients this +month; I believe it is that cursed man of his, +Jennett, that used to be with me, his tongue is +never still; it should be nailed to the pillory<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +if he had his deserts.' This, I may say, was +the only time of his showing me that he had +any grudge against either Dr. Quinn or Jennett, +and as was my business, I did my best to +persuade him he was mistaken in them. Yet +it could not be denied that some respectable +families in the parish had given him the cold +shoulder, and for no reason that they were willing +to allege. The end was that he said he had +not done so ill at Islington but that he could +afford to live at ease elsewhere when he chose, +and anyhow he bore Dr. Quinn no malice. I +think I now remember what observation of mine +drew him into the train of thought which he +next pursued. It was, I believe, my mentioning +some juggling tricks which my brother in the +East Indies had seen at the court of the Rajah +of Mysore. 'A convenient thing enough,' said +Dr. Abell to me, 'if by some arrangement +a man could get the power of communicating +motion and energy to inanimate objects.' 'As +if the axe should move itself against him that +lifts it; something of that kind?' 'Well, I +don't know that that was in my mind so much; +but if you could summon such a volume from +your shelf or even order it to open at the right +page.'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p> + +<p>"He was sitting by the fire—it was a cold +evening—and stretched out his hand that way, +and just then the fire-irons, or at least the +poker, fell over towards him with a great +clatter, and I did not hear what else he +said. But I told him that I could not easily +conceive of an arrangement, as he called it, +of such a kind that would not include as one +of its conditions a heavier payment than any +Christian would care to make; to which he +assented. 'But,' he said, 'I have no doubt +these bargains can be made very tempting, very +persuasive. Still, you would not favour them, +eh, Doctor? No, I suppose not.'</p> + +<p>"This is as much as I know of Dr. Abell's +mind, and the feeling between these men. Dr. +Quinn, as I said, was a plain, honest creature, +and a man to whom I would have gone—indeed +I have before now gone to him for advice on +matters of business. He was, however, every +now and again, and particularly of late, not +exempt from troublesome fancies. There was +certainly a time when he was so much harassed +by his dreams that he could not keep them to +himself, but would tell them to his acquaintances +and among them to me. I was at supper +at his house, and he was not inclined to let me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +leave him at my usual time. 'If you go,' he +said, 'there will be nothing for it but I must +go to bed and dream of the chrysalis.' 'You +might be worse off,' said I. 'I do not think +it,' he said, and he shook himself like a man who +is displeased with the complexion of his thoughts. +'I only meant,' said I, 'that a chrysalis is +an innocent thing.' 'This one is not,' he said, +'and I do not care to think of it.'</p> + +<p>"However, sooner than lose my company he +was fain to tell me (for I pressed him) that +this was a dream which had come to him +several times of late, and even more than once +in a night. It was to this effect, that he seemed +to himself to wake under an extreme compulsion +to rise and go out of doors. So he +would dress himself and go down to his garden +door. By the door there stood a spade which +he must take, and go out into the garden, and +at a particular place in the shrubbery somewhat +clear and upon which the moon shone, +for there was always in his dream a full moon, +he would feel himself forced to dig. And after +some time the spade would uncover something +light-coloured, which he would perceive to be +a stuff, linen or woollen, and this he must clear +with his hands. It was always the same: of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +the size of a man and shaped like the chrysalis +of a moth, with the folds showing a promise +of an opening at one end.</p> + +<p>"He could not describe how gladly he would +have left all at this stage and run to the house, +but he must not escape so easily. So with +many groans, and knowing only too well what +to expect, he parted these folds of stuff, or, +as it sometimes seemed to be, membrane, and +disclosed a head covered with a smooth pink +skin, which breaking as the creature stirred, +showed him his own face in a state of death. +The telling of this so much disturbed him that +I was forced out of mere compassion to sit +with him the greater part of the night and +talk with him upon indifferent subjects. He +said that upon every recurrence of this dream +he woke and found himself, as it were, fighting +for his breath."</p> + +<p>Another extract from Luke Jennett's long +continuous statement comes in at this point.</p> + +<p>"I never told tales of my master, Dr. Abell, +to anybody in the neighbourhood. When I +was in another service I remember to have +spoken to my fellow-servants about the matter +of the bedstaff, but I am sure I never said +either I or he were the persons concerned, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +it met with so little credit that I was affronted +and thought best to keep it to myself. And +when I came back to Islington and found Dr. +Abell still there, who I was told had left the +parish, I was clear that it behoved me to use +great discretion, for indeed I was afraid of +the man, and it is certain I was no party to +spreading any ill report of him. My master, +Dr. Quinn, was a very just, honest man, and no +maker of mischief. I am sure he never stirred +a finger nor said a word by way of inducement +to a soul to make them leave going to Dr. Abell +and come to him; nay, he would hardly be +persuaded to attend them that came, until he +was convinced that if he did not they would +send into the town for a physician rather than +do as they had hitherto done.</p> + +<p>"I believe it may be proved that Dr. Abell +came into my master's house more than once. +We had a new chambermaid out of Hertfordshire, +and she asked me who was the gentleman +that was looking after the master, that is Dr. +Quinn, when he was out, and seemed so disappointed +that he was out. She said whoever +he was he knew the way of the house well, +running at once into the study and then into +the dispensing-room, and last into the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>bed-chamber. +I made her tell me what he was +like, and what she said was suitable enough to +Dr. Abell; but besides she told me she saw +the same man at church and some one told +her that was the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"It was just after this that my master began +to have his bad nights, and complained to me +and other persons, and in particular what discomfort +he suffered from his pillow and bedclothes. +He said he must buy some to suit +him, and should do his own marketing. And +accordingly brought home a parcel which he +said was of the right quality, but where he +bought it we had then no knowledge, only they +were marked in thread with a coronet and a +bird. The women said they were of a sort +not commonly met with and very fine, and my +master said they were the comfortablest he ever +used, and he slept now both soft and deep. +Also the feather pillows were the best sorted +and his head would sink into them as if they +were a cloud: which I have myself remarked +several times when I came to wake him of a +morning, his face being almost hid by the +pillow closing over it.</p> + +<p>"I had never any communication with Dr. +Abell after I came back to Islington, but one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +day when he passed me in the street and asked +me whether I was not looking for another +service, to which I answered I was very well +suited where I was, but he said I was a fickle-minded +fellow and he doubted not he should +soon hear I was on the world again, which +indeed proved true."</p> + +<p>Dr. Pratt is next taken up where he left off.</p> + +<p>"On the 16th I was called up out of my bed +soon after it was light—that is about five—with +a message that Dr. Quinn was dead or +dying. Making my way to his house I found +there was no doubt which was the truth. All +the persons in the house except the one that +let me in were already in his chamber and +standing about his bed, but none touching him. +He was stretched in the midst of the bed, on +his back, without any disorder, and indeed had +the appearance of one ready laid out for burial. +His hands, I think, were even crossed on his +breast. The only thing not usual was that nothing +was to be seen of his face, the two ends of the +pillow or bolster appearing to be closed quite +over it. These I immediately pulled apart, at +the same time rebuking those present, and +especially the man, for not at once coming to +the assistance of his master. He, however, only<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +looked at me and shook his head, having +evidently no more hope than myself that there +was anything but a corpse before us.</p> + +<p>"Indeed it was plain to any one possessed +of the least experience that he was not only +dead, but had died of suffocation. Nor could +it be conceived that his death was accidentally +caused by the mere folding of the pillow over +his face. How should he not, feeling the +oppression, have lifted his hands to put it +away? whereas not a fold of the sheet which +was closely gathered about him, as I now +observed, was disordered. The next thing was +to procure a physician. I had bethought me +of this on leaving my house, and sent on the +messenger who had come to me to Dr. Abell; +but I now heard that he was away from home, +and the nearest surgeon was got, who however +could tell no more, at least without opening +the body, than we already knew.</p> + +<p>"As to any person entering the room with +evil purpose (which was the next point to be +cleared), it was visible that the bolts of the +door were burst from their stanchions, and +the stanchions broken away from the door-post +by main force; and there was a sufficient body +of witness, the smith among them, to testify<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> +that this had been done but a few minutes +before I came. The chamber being moreover +at the top of the house, the window was neither +easy of access nor did it show any sign of an +exit made that way, either by marks upon the +sill or footprints below upon soft mould."</p> + +<p>The surgeon's evidence forms of course part +of the report of the inquest, but since it has +nothing but remarks upon the healthy state of +the larger organs and the coagulation of blood +in various parts of the body, it need not be +reproduced. The verdict was "Death by the +visitation of God."</p> + +<p>Annexed to the other papers is one which I +was at first inclined to suppose had made its +way among them by mistake. Upon further +consideration I think I can divine a reason +for its presence.</p> + +<p>It relates to the rifling of a mausoleum in +Middlesex which stood in a park (now broken +up), the property of a noble family which I will +not name. The outrage was not that of an ordinary +resurrection man. The object, it seemed +likely, was theft. The account is blunt and terrible. +I shall not quote it. A dealer in the North +of London suffered heavy penalties as a receiver +of stolen goods in connexion with the affair.</p> + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> + +<p class="center"> +<i><small>Printed in Great Britain by</small></i><br /> +<small>UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED, THE GRESHAM PRESS, WOKING AND LONDON</small><br /> +</p> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 20387 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + |