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Russell</span>.</p> + +<p>THE MYSTERY OF JAMAICA TERRACE.</p> + +<p>THE CHRONICLES OF MICHAEL DANEVITCH.</p> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center">Crown 8vo. cloth, 3<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i> each.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>THE RECORDS OF VINCENT TRILL.<br> +TALES OF TERROR.</p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<p class="ph1">London: CHATTO & WINDUS, 111 St. Martin’s Lane, W.C.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<h1>TALES OF TERROR</h1> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center"> +PRINTED BY<br> +SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE<br> +LONDON</p> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_f005.jpg" alt="title page"></div> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="titlepage"> +<p><span class="xxlarge">TALES OF TERROR</span></p> + +<p><small>BY</small><br> +<span class="xlarge">DICK DONOVAN</span><br> + +<small>AUTHOR OF<br> +‘A DETECTIVE’S TRIUMPHS’ ‘THE RECORDS OF VINCENT TRILL’<br> +ETC.</small></p> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_f005a.jpg" alt="publisher's logo"></div> + +<p>LONDON<br> +<span class="large">CHATTO & WINDUS</span><br> +1899</p> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2> +</div> + +<table> + +<tr><td class="tdr" colspan="3"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">I.</td><td> THE WOMAN WITH THE ‘OILY EYES’</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1"> 1</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">II.</td><td> THE STORY OF ANNETTE: BEING THE SEQUEL TO +THE WOMAN WITH THE ‘OILY EYES’</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41"> 41</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">III.</td><td> THE CORPSE LIGHT</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51"> 51</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">IV.</td><td> THE RED LILY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66"> 66</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">V.</td><td> THE PIRATE’S TREASURE</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95"> 95</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">VI.</td><td> THE LEGEND OF WOLFSPRING</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_117"> 117</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">VII.</td><td> THE WHITE RAVEN</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_131"> 131</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">VIII.</td><td> WITH FIRE AND DEATH</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_144"> 144</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">IX.</td><td> THE SPECTRE OF RISLIP ABBEY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_168"> 168</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">X.</td><td> THE CAVE OF BLOOD</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180"> 180</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">XI.</td><td> A NIGHT OF HORROR</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_207"> 207</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">XII.</td><td> THE ASTROLOGER</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_225"> 225</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">XIII.</td><td> THE DANCE OF THE DEAD</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_243"> 243</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">XIV.</td><td> THE MYSTIC SPELL</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_256"> 256</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdt">XV.</td><td> THE DOOMED MAN</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_291"> 291</a></td></tr> +</table> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span> + +<p class="ph2">TALES OF TERROR</p> + +<h2 class="nobreak">I<br> + +THE WOMAN WITH THE ‘OILY EYES’</h2> + +<p class="center">THE STORY AS TOLD BY DR. PETER HASLAR, F.R.C.S.LOND.</p> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Although</span> often urged to put into print the remarkable +story which follows I have always strenuously refused to do +so, partly on account of personal reasons and partly out of +respect for the feelings of the relatives of those concerned. +But after much consideration I have come to the conclusion +that my original objections can no longer be urged. The +principal actors are dead. I myself am well stricken in +years, and before very long must pay the debt of nature +which is exacted from everything that lives.</p> + +<p>Although so long a time has elapsed since the grim +tragedy I am about to record, I cannot think of it even +now without a shudder. The story of the life of every man +and woman is probably more or less a tragedy, but nothing +I have ever heard of can compare in ghastly, weird horror +with all the peculiar circumstances of the case in point. +Most certainly I would never have put pen to paper to +record it had it not been from a sense of duty. Long years +ago certain garbled versions crept into the public journals, +and though at the time I did not consider it desirable to +contradict them, I do think now that the moment has come +when I, the only living being fully acquainted with the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span> +facts, should make them known, otherwise lies will become +history, and posterity will accept it as truth. But there is +still another reason I may venture to advance for breaking +the silence of years. I think in the interest of science the +case should be recorded. I have not always held this view, +but when a man bends under the weight of years, and he +sniffs the mould of his grave, his ideas undergo a complete +change, and the opinions of his youth are not the opinions +of his old age. There may be exceptions to this, but I +fancy they must be very few. With these preliminary +remarks I will plunge at once into my story.</p> + +<p>It was the end of August 1857 that I acted as best +man at the wedding of my friend Jack Redcar, C.E. It +was a memorable year, for our hold on our magnificent +Indian Empire had nearly been shaken loose by a mutiny +which had threatened to spread throughout the whole of +India. At the beginning of 1856 I had returned home from +India after a three years’ spell. I had gone out as a young +medico in the service of the H.E.I.C., but my health broke +down and I was compelled to resign my appointment. A +year later my friend Redcar, who had also been in the Company’s +service as a civil engineer, came back to England, as +his father had recently died and left him a modest fortune. +Jack was not only my senior in years, but I had always considered +him my superior in every respect. We were at a +public school together, and both went up to Oxford, though +not together, for he was finishing his final year when I was +a freshman.</p> + +<p>Although erratic and a bit wild he was a brilliant fellow; +and while I was considered dull and plodding, and found +some difficulty in mastering my subjects, there was nothing +he tackled that he failed to succeed in, and come out with +flying colours. In the early stage of our acquaintance he +made me his fag, and patronised me, but that did not last +long. A friendship sprang up. He took a great liking to +me, why I know not; but it was reciprocated, and when +he got his Indian appointment I resolved to follow, and by +dint of hard work, and having a friend at court, I succeeded<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span> +in obtaining my commission in John Company’s service. +Jack married Maude Vane Tremlett, as sweet a woman as +ever drew God’s breath of life. If I attempted to describe +her in detail I am afraid it might be considered that I was +exaggerating, but briefly I may say she was the perfection +of physical beauty. Jack himself was an exceptionally fine +fellow. A brawny giant with a singularly handsome face. +At the time of his wedding he was thirty or thereabouts, +while Maude was in her twenty-fifth year. There was +a universal opinion that a better matched couple had never +been brought together. He had a masterful nature; nevertheless +was kind, gentle, and manly to a degree.</p> + +<p>It may be thought that I speak with some bias and +prejudice in Jack’s favour, but I can honestly say that at +the time I refer to, he was as fine a fellow as ever figured +as hero in song or story. He was the pink of honour, and +few who really knew him but would have trusted him with +their honour, their fortunes, their lives. This may be strong, +but I declare it’s true, and I am the more anxious to +emphasise it because his after-life was in such marked +contrast, and he presents a study in psychology that is +not only deeply interesting, but extraordinary.</p> + +<p>The wedding was a really brilliant affair, for Jack had +troops of friends, who vied with each other in marking the +event in a becoming manner, while his bride was idolised +by a doting household. Father and mother, sisters and +brothers, worshipped her. She was exceedingly well connected. +Her father held an important Government appointment, +and her mother came from the somewhat +celebrated Yorkshire family of the Kingscotes. Students of +history will remember that a Colonel Kingscote figured +prominently and honourably as a royalist during the reign +of the unfortunate Charles I.</p> + +<p>No one who was present on that brilliant August +morning of 1857, when Jack Redcar was united in the +bonds of wedlock to beautiful Maude Tremlett, would have +believed it possible that such grim and tragic events would +so speedily follow. The newly-married pair left in the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span> +course of the day for the Continent, and during their +honeymoon I received several charming letters from Jack, +who was not only a diligent correspondent, but he possessed +a power of description and a literary style that made his +letters delightful reading. Another thing that marked this +particular correspondence was the unstinted—I may almost +say florid—praise he bestowed upon his wife. To illustrate +what I mean, here is a passage from one of his letters:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>‘I wish I had command of language sufficiently eloquent +to speak of my darling Maude as she should be spoken of. +She has a perfectly angelic nature; and though it may be +true that never a human being was yet born without faults, +for the life of me I can find none in my sweet wife. Of course +you will say, old chap, that this is honeymoon gush, but, +upon my soul, it isn’t. I am only doing scant justice to the +dear woman who has linked her fate with mine. I have +sometimes wondered what I have done that the gods should +have blest me in such a manner. For my own part, I don’t +think I was deserving of so much happiness, and I assure +you I am happy—perfectly, deliciously happy. Will it +last? Yes, I am sure it will. Maude will always be to me +what she is now, a flawless woman; a woman with all the +virtues that turn women into angels, and without one of +the weaknesses or one of the vices which too often mar an +otherwise perfect feminine character. I hope, old boy, that +if ever you marry, the woman you choose will be only half +as good as mine.’</p> +</div> + +<p>Had such language been used by anyone else I might +have been disposed to add a good deal more than the proverbial +pinch of salt before swallowing it. But, as a matter +of fact, Jack was not a mere gusher. He had a thoroughly +practical, as distinguished from a sentimental, mind, and he +was endowed with exceptionally keen powers of observation. +And so, making all the allowances for the honeymoon +romance, I was prepared to accept my friend’s statement as +to the merits of his wife without a quibble. Indeed, I +knew her to be a most charming lady, endowed with many<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span> +of the qualities which give the feminine nature its charm. +But I would even go a step farther than that, and declare +that Mrs. Redcar was a woman in ten thousand. At that +time I hadn’t a doubt that the young couple were splendidly +matched, and it seemed to me probable that the future that +stretched before them was not likely to be disturbed by any +of the commonplace incidents which seem inseparable from +most lives. I regarded Jack as a man of such high moral +worth that his wife’s happiness was safe in his keeping. I +pictured them leading an ideal, poetical life—a life freed +from all the vulgar details which blight the careers of +so many people—a life which would prove a blessing to +themselves as well as a joy to all with whom they had to +deal.</p> + +<p>When they started on their tour Mr. and Mrs. Redcar +anticipated being absent from England for five or six weeks +only, but for several reasons they were induced to prolong +their travels, and thus it chanced I was away when they +returned shortly before Christmas of the year of their +marriage. My own private affairs took me to America. +As a matter of fact a relative had died leaving me a small +property in that country, which required my personal attention; +the consequence was I remained out of England +for nearly three years.</p> + +<p>For the first year or so Jack Redcar wrote to me with +commendable regularity. I was duly apprised of the birth +of a son and heir. This event seemed to put the crown +upon their happiness; but three months later came the +first note of sorrow. The baby died, and the doting parents +were distracted. Jack wrote:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>‘My poor little woman is absolutely prostrated, but I +tell her we were getting too happy, and this blow has been +dealt to remind us that human existence must be chequered +in order that we may appreciate more fully the supreme joy +of that after-life which we are told we may gain for the +striving. This, of course, is a pretty sentiment, but the +loss of the baby mite has hit me hard. Still, Maude is left<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span> +to me, and she is such a splendid woman, that I ought to +feel I am more than blest.’</p> +</div> + +<p>This was the last letter I ever received from Jack, +but his wife wrote at odd times. Hers were merely +gossipy little chronicles of passing events, and singularly +enough she never alluded to her husband, although she +wrote in a light, happy vein. This set me wondering, and +when I answered her I never failed to inquire about her +husband. I continued to receive letters from her, though +at long intervals, down to the month of my departure from +America, two years later.</p> + +<p>I arrived in London in the winter, and an awful winter +it was. London was indeed a city of dreadful night. +Gloom and fog were everywhere. Everybody one met +looked miserable and despondent. Into the public houses +and gin palaces such of the poor as could scratch a few +pence together crowded for the sake of the warmth and +light. But in the streets sights were to be seen which made +one doubt if civilisation is the blessing we are asked to +believe it. Starving men, women and children, soaked and +sodden with the soot-laden fog, prowled about in the vain +hope of finding food and shelter. But the well-to-do passed +them with indifference, too intent on their own affairs, and +too wrapped in self-interests to bestow thought upon the +great city’s pariahs.</p> + +<p>Immediately after my arrival I penned a brief note to +Jack Redcar, giving him my address, and saying I would +take an early opportunity of calling, as I was longing to feel +once more the hearty, honest grip of his handshake. A +week later a note was put into my hand as I was in the +very act of going out to keep an appointment in the city. +Recognising Mrs. Redcar’s handwriting I tore open the envelope, +and read, with what feelings may be best imagined, +the following lines:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p>‘For God’s sake come and see me at once. I am heartbroken +and am going mad. You are the only friend in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span> +the world to whom I feel I can appeal. Come to me, in +the name of pity.</p> + +<p class="right">‘<span class="smcap">Maude Redcar.</span>’</p> +</div> + +<p>I absolutely staggered as I read these brief lines, which +were so pregnant with mystery, sorrow, and hopelessness. +What did it all mean? To me it was like a burst of +thunder from a cloudless summer sky. Something was +wrong, that was certain; what that something was I could +only vaguely guess at. But I resolved not to remain long +in suspense. I put off my engagement, important as it was, +and hailing a hansom directed the driver to go to Hampstead, +where the Redcars had their residence.</p> + +<p>The house was detached and stood in about two acres +of ground, and I could imagine it being a little Paradise in +brilliant summer weather; but it seemed now in the winter +murk, as if a heavy pall of sorrow and anguish enveloped it.</p> + +<p>I was shown into an exquisitely furnished drawing-room +by an old and ill-favoured woman, who answered my +knock at the door. She gave me the impression that she +was a sullen, deceptive creature, and I was at a loss to +understand how such a woman could have found service +with my friends—the bright and happy friends of three +years ago. When I handed her my card to convey to Mrs. +Redcar she impertinently turned it over, and scrutinised it, +and fixed her cold bleared grey eyes on me, so that I was +induced to say peremptorily, ‘Will you be good enough to +go to your mistress at once and announce my arrival?’</p> + +<p>‘I ain’t got no mistress,’ she growled. ‘I’ve got a +master’; and with this cryptic utterance she left the room.</p> + +<p>I waited a quarter of an hour, then the door was abruptly +opened, and there stood before me Mrs. Redcar, but not the +bright, sweet, radiant little woman of old. A look of premature +age was in her face. Her eyes were red with +weeping, and had a frightened, hunted expression. I was +so astounded that I stood for a moment like one dumbfounded; +but as Mrs. Redcar seized my hand and shook +it, she gasped in a nervous, spasmodic way:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span>‘Thank God, you have come! My last hope is in you.’</p> + +<p>Then, completely overcome by emotion, she burst into +hysterical sobbing, and covered her face with her handkerchief.</p> + +<p>My astonishment was still so great, the unexpected +had so completely paralysed me for the moment, that I +seemed incapable of action. But of course this spell quickly +passed, and I regained my self-possession.</p> + +<p>‘How is it I find this change?’ I asked. It was a +natural question, and the first my brain shaped.</p> + +<p>‘It’s the work of a malignant fiend,’ she sobbed.</p> + +<p>This answer only deepened the mystery, and I began to +think that perhaps she was literally mad. Then suddenly, +as if she divined my thoughts, she drew her handkerchief +from her face, motioned me to be seated, and literally flung +herself on to a couch.</p> + +<p>‘It’s an awful story,’ she said, in a hoarse, hollow voice, +‘and I look to you, and appeal to you, and pray to you to +help me.’</p> + +<p>‘You can rely upon my doing anything that lies in my +power,’ I answered. ‘But tell me your trouble. How is +Jack? Where is he?’</p> + +<p>‘In her arms, probably,’ she exclaimed between her +teeth; and she twisted her handkerchief up rope-wise and +dragged it backward and forward through her hand with an +excess of desperate, nervous energy. Her answer gave me +a keynote. She had become a jealous and embittered +woman. Jack had swerved from the path of honour, and +allowed himself to be charmed by other eyes to the neglect +of this woman whom he had described to me as being +angelic. Although her beauty was now a little marred by +tears and sorrow, she was still very beautiful and attractive, +and had she been so disposed she might have taken an army +of men captive. She saw by the expression on my face that +her remark was not an enigma to me, and she added quickly: +‘Oh, yes, it’s true, and I look to you, doctor, to help me. +It is an awful, dreadful story, but, mind you, I don’t blame +Jack so much; he is not master of himself. This diabolical<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span> +creature has enslaved him. She is like the creatures of old +that one reads about. She is in possession of some devilish +power which enables her to destroy men body and soul.’</p> + +<p>‘Good God! this is awful,’ I involuntarily ejaculated; +for I was aghast and horror-stricken at the revelation. Could +it be possible that my brilliant friend, who had won golden +opinions from all sorts and conditions of men, had fallen +from his pedestal to wallow in the mire of sinfulness and +deception.</p> + +<p>‘It is awful,’ answered Mrs. Redcar. ‘I tell you, +doctor, there is something uncanny about the whole business. +The woman is an unnatural woman. She is a she-devil. +And from my heart I pity and sorrow for my poor boy.’</p> + +<p>‘Where is he now?’ I asked.</p> + +<p>‘In Paris with her.’</p> + +<p>‘How long has this been going on?’</p> + +<p>‘Since a few weeks after our marriage.’</p> + +<p>‘Good heavens, you don’t say so!’</p> + +<p>‘You may well look surprised, but it’s true. Three +weeks after our marriage Jack and I were at Wiesbaden. +As we were going downstairs to dinner one evening, we +met this woman coming up. A shudder of horror came +over me as I looked at her, for she had the most extraordinary +eyes I have ever seen. I clung to my husband in +sheer fright, and I noted that he turned and looked at her, +and she also turned and looked at him.</p> + +<p>‘“What a remarkable woman,” he muttered strangely, +so strangely that it was as if some other voice was using his +lips. Then he broke into a laugh, and, passing his arm +round my waist, said: “Why, my dear little woman, I +believe you are frightened.”</p> + +<p>‘“I am,” I said; “that dreadful creature has startled me +more than an Indian cobra would have done.”</p> + +<p>‘“Well, upon my word,” said Jack, “I must confess she +is a strange-looking being. Did ever you see such eyes? +Why, they make one think of the fairy-books and the +mythical beings who flit through their pages.”</p> + +<p>‘During the whole of the dinner-time that woman’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span> +face haunted me. It was a strong, hard-featured, almost +masculine face, every line of which indicated a nature that +was base, cruel, and treacherous. The thin lips, the drawn +nostrils, the retreating chin, could never be associated +with anything that was soft, gentle, or womanly. But +it was the eyes that were the wonderful feature—they +absolutely seemed to exercise some magic influence; +they were oily eyes that gleamed and glistened, and +they seemed to have in them that sinister light which is +peculiar to the cobra, and other poisonous snakes. You +may imagine the spell and influence they exerted over me +when, on the following day, I urged my husband to leave +Wiesbaden at once, notwithstanding that the place was +glorious in its early autumn dress, and was filled with a +fashionable and light-hearted crowd. But my lightest wish +then was law to Jack, so that very afternoon we were on +our way to Homburg, and it was only when Wiesbaden +was miles behind me that I began to breathe freely again.</p> + +<p>‘We had been in Homburg a fortnight, and the incident +of Wiesbaden had passed from my mind, when one morning, +as Jack and I were on our way from the Springs, we came +face to face with the woman with the oily eyes. I nearly +fainted, but she smiled a hideous, cunning, cruel smile, +inclined her head slightly in token of recognition, and +passed on. I looked at my husband. It seemed to me +that he was unusually pale, and I was surprised to see him +turn and gaze after her, and she had also turned and +was gazing at us. Not a word was uttered by either of us, +but I pressed my husband’s arm and we walked rapidly +away to our apartments.</p> + +<p>‘“It’s strange,” I remarked to Jack as we sat at breakfast, +“that we should meet that awful woman again.”</p> + +<p>‘“Oh, not at all,” he laughed. “You know at this +time of the year people move about from place to place, +and it’s wonderful how you keep rubbing shoulders with the +same set.”</p> + +<p>‘It was quite true what Jack said, nevertheless, I +could not help the feeling that the woman with the oily<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span> +eyes had followed us to Homburg. If I had mentioned this +then it would have been considered ridiculous, for we had +only met her once, and had never spoken a word to her. +What earthly interest, therefore, could she possibly take in +us who were utter strangers to her. But, looked at by the +light of after events, my surmise was true. The creature +had marked Jack for her victim from the moment we unhappily +met on the stairs at Wiesbaden. I tell you, doctor, +that that woman is a human ghoul, a vampire, who lives +not only by sucking the blood of men, but by destroying +their souls.’</p> + +<p>Mrs. Redcar broke down again at this stage of her +narrative, and I endeavoured to comfort her; but she +quickly mastered her feelings sufficiently to continue her +remarkable story.</p> + +<p>‘Some days later my husband and I moved along with +the throng that drifted up and down the promenade +listening to the band, when we met a lady whom I had +known as a neighbour when I was at home with my +parents. We stopped and chatted with her for some time, +until Jack asked us to excuse him while he went to +purchase some matches at a kiosk; he said he would be by +the fountain in ten minutes, and I was to wait for him.</p> + +<p>‘My lady friend and I moved along and chatted as +women will, and then she bade me good-night as she had to +rejoin her friends. I at once hurried to the rendezvous at +the fountain, but Jack wasn’t there. I waited some time, +but still he came not. I walked about impatiently and +half frightened, and when nearly three-quarters of an hour +had passed I felt sure Jack had gone home, so with all haste +I went to our apartments close by, but he was not in, and +had not been in. Half distracted, I flew back to the +promenade. It was nearly deserted, for the band had gone. +As I hurried along, not knowing where to go to, and +scarcely knowing what I was doing, I was attracted by +a laugh—a laugh I knew. It was Jack’s, and proceeding +a few yards further I found him sitting on a seat under a +linden tree with the woman with the oily eyes.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span>‘“Why, my dear Maude,” he exclaimed, “wherever +have you been to? I’ve hunted everywhere for you.”</p> + +<p>‘A great lump came in my throat, for I felt that Jack +was lying to me. I really don’t know what I said or what +I did, but I am conscious in a vague way that he introduced +me to the woman, but the only name I caught was that of +Annette. It burnt itself into my brain; it has haunted me +ever since.</p> + +<p>‘Annette put out her white hand veiled by a silk net +glove through which diamond rings sparkled. I believe +I did touch the proffered fingers, and I shuddered, and +I heard her say in a silvery voice that was quite out of +keeping with her appearance:</p> + +<p>‘“If I were your husband I should take you to task. +Beauty like yours, you know, ought not to go unattended +in a place like this.”</p> + +<p>‘Perhaps she thought this was funny, for she laughed, +and then patted me on the shoulder with her fan. But +I hated her from that moment—hated her with a hatred +I did not deem myself capable of.</p> + +<p>‘We continued to sit there, how long I don’t know. +It seemed to me a very long time, but perhaps it wasn’t +long. When we rose to go the promenade was nearly +deserted, only two or three couples remained. The +moon was shining brilliantly; the night wind sighed +pleasantly in the trees; but the beauty of the night was +lost upon me. I felt ill at ease, and, for the first time in +my life, unhappy. Annette walked with us nearly to our +door. When the moment for parting came she again +offered me the tips of her fingers, but I merely bowed +frigidly, and shrank from her as I saw her oily eyes fixed +upon me.</p> + +<p>‘“Ta, ta!” she said in her fatal silvery voice; “keep a +watchful guard over your husband, my dear; and you, sir, +don’t let your beautiful little lady stray from you again, or +there will be grief between you.”</p> + +<p>‘Those wicked words, every one of which was meant to +have its effect, was like the poison of asps to me; you may<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span> +imagine how they stung me when I tell you I was seized +with an almost irresistible desire to hurl the full weight of +my body at her, and, having thrown her down, trample +upon her. She had aroused in me such a feeling of horror +that very little more would have begotten in me the desperation +of madness, and I might have committed some act +which I should have regretted all my life. But bestowing +another glance of her basilisk eyes upon me she moved off, +and I felt relieved; though, when I reached my room, I +burst into hysterical weeping. Jack took me in his arms, +and kissed and comforted me, and all my love for him was +strong again; as I lay with my head pillowed on his breast +I felt once more supremely happy.</p> + +<p>‘The next day, on thinking the matter over, I came to +the conclusion that my suspicions were unjust, my fears +groundless, my jealousy stupid, and that my conduct had +been rude in the extreme. I resolved, therefore, to be more +amiable and polite to Annette when I again met her. But, +strangely enough, though we remained in Homburg a fortnight +longer we did not meet; but I know now my husband +saw her several times.</p> + +<p>‘Of course, if it had not been for subsequent events, it +would have been said that I was a victim of strong hysteria +on that memorable night. Men are so ready to accuse +women of hysteria because they are more sensitive, and see +deeper than men do themselves. But my aversion to Annette +from the instant I set eyes upon her, and the inferences I +drew, were not due to hysteria, but to that eighth sense +possessed by women, which has no name, and of which +men know nothing. At least, I mean to say that they +cannot understand it.’</p> + +<p>Again Mrs. Redcar broke off in her narrative, for +emotion had got the better of her. I deemed it advisable +to wait. Her remarkable story had aroused all my +interest, and I was anxious not to lose any connecting +link of it, for from the psychological point of view it was +a study.</p> + +<p>‘Of course, as I have begun the story I must finish it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span> +to its bitter end,’ she went on. ‘As I have told you, I did +not see Annette again in Homburg, and when we left all +my confidence in Jack was restored, and my love for him +was stronger than ever if that were possible. Happiness +came back to me. Oh! I was so happy, and thinking I +had done a cruel, bitter wrong to Jack in even supposing +for a moment that he would be unfaithful to me. I tried +by every little artifice a woman is capable of to prove my +devotion to him.</p> + +<p>‘Well, to make a long story short, we continued to travel +about for some time, and finally returned home, and my +baby was born. It seemed to me then as if God was really +too good to me. I had everything in the world that a +human being can reasonably want. An angel baby, a +brave, handsome husband, ample means, hosts of friends. I +was supremely happy. I thanked my Maker for it all every +hour of my life. But suddenly amongst the roses the hiss +of the serpent sounded. One day a carriage drove up to our +door. It brought a lady visitor. She was shown into our +drawing-room, and when asked for her name made some +excuse to the servant. Of course, I hurried down to see +who my caller was, and imagine my horror when on entering +the room I beheld Annette.</p> + +<p>‘“My dear Mrs. Redcar,” she gushingly exclaimed, emphasising +every word, “I am so delighted to see you again. +Being in London, I could not resist the temptation to call +and renew acquaintances.”</p> + +<p>‘The voice was as silvery as ever, and her awful eyes +seemed more oily. In my confusion and astonishment I +did not inquire how she had got our address; but I know +that I refused her proffered hand, and by my manner gave +her unmistakably to understand that I did not regard her +as a welcome visitor. But she seemed perfectly indifferent. +She talked gaily, flippantly. She threw her fatal spell about +me. She fascinated me, so that when she asked to see my +baby I mechanically rang the bell, and as mechanically told +the servant to send the nurse and baby in. When she came, +the damnable woman took the child from the nurse and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span> +danced him, but he suddenly broke into a scream of terror, +so that I rushed forward; but the silvery voice said:</p> + +<p>‘“Oh, you silly little mother. The baby is all right. +Look how quiet he is now.”</p> + +<p>‘She was holding him at arm’s length, and gazing at him +with her basilisk eyes, and he was silent. Then she hugged +him, and fondled him, and kissed him, and all the while I +felt as if my brain was on fire, but I could neither speak nor +move a hand to save my precious little baby.</p> + +<p>‘At last she returned him to his nurse, who at once left +the room by my orders, and then Annette kept up a cackle +of conversation. Although it did not strike me then as +peculiar, for I was too confused to have any clear thought +about anything—it did afterwards—she never once inquired +about Jack. It happened that he was out. He had gone +away early that morning to the city on some important +business in which he was engaged.</p> + +<p>‘At last Annette took herself off, to my intense relief. +She said nothing about calling again; she gave no address, +and made no request for me to call on her. Even had she +done so I should not have called. I was only too thankful +she had gone, and I fervently hoped I should never see her +again.</p> + +<p>‘As soon as she had departed I rushed upstairs, for baby +was screaming violently. I found him in the nurse’s arms, +and she was doing her utmost to comfort him. But he refused +to be comforted, and I took him and put him to my breast, +but he still fought, and struggled, and screamed, and his baby +eyes seemed to me to be bulging with horror. From that +moment the darling little creature began to sicken. He +gradually pined and wasted, and in a few weeks was lying +like a beautiful waxen doll in a bed of flowers. He was +stiff, and cold, and dead.</p> + +<p>‘When Jack came home in the evening of the day of +Annette’s call, and I told him she had been, he did not seem +in the least surprised, but merely remarked:</p> + +<p>‘“I hope you were hospitable to her.”</p> + +<p>‘I did not answer him, for I had been anything but<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span> +hospitable. I had not even invited her to partake of the conventional +cup of tea.</p> + +<p>‘As our baby boy faded day by day, Jack seemed to change, +and the child’s death overwhelmed him. He was never +absolutely unkind to me at that period, but he seemed to +have entirely altered. He became sullen, silent, even morose, +and he spent the whole of his days away from me. When I +gently chided him, he replied that his work absorbed all his +attention. And so things went on until another thunderbolt +fell at my feet.</p> + +<p>‘One afternoon Jack returned home and brought Annette. +He told me that he had invited her to spend a few days with +us. When I urged an objection he was angry with me for +the first time in our married life. I was at once silenced, +for his influence over me was still great, and I +thought I would try and overcome my prejudice for +Annette. At any rate, as Jack’s wife I resolved to be +hospitable, and play the hostess with grace. But I soon +found that I was regarded as of very little consequence. +Annette ruled Jack, she ruled me, she ruled the household.</p> + +<p>‘You will perhaps ask why I did not rise up in wrath, +and, asserting my position and dignity, drive the wicked +creature out of my home. But I tell you, doctor, I was +utterly powerless. She worked some devil’s spell upon me, +and I was entirely under the influence of her will.</p> + +<p>‘Her visit stretched into weeks. Our well-tried and +faithful servants left. Others came, but their stay was +brief; and at last the old woman who opened the door to you +was installed. She is a creature of Annette’s, and is a spy +upon my movements.</p> + +<p>‘All this time Jack was under the spell of the charmer, +as I was. Over and over again I resolved to go to my +friends, appeal to them, tell them everything, and ask them +to protect me; but my will failed, and I bore and suffered +in silence. And my husband neglected me; he seemed to +find pleasure only in Annette’s company. Oh, how I +fretted and gnawed my heart, and yet I could not break +away from the awful life. I tell you, doctor, that that<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> +woman possessed some strange, devilish, supernatural power +over me and Jack. When she looked at me I shrivelled up. +When she spoke, her silvery voice seemed to sting every +nerve and fibre in my body, and he was like wax in her +hands. To me he became positively brutal, and he told +me over and over again that I was spoiling his life. But, +though she was a repulsive, mysterious, crafty, cruel +woman, he seemed to find his happiness in her company.</p> + +<p>‘One morning, after a restless, horrible, feverish night, +I arose, feeling strangely ill, and as if I were going mad. +I worked myself up almost to a pitch of frenzy, and, +spurred by desperation, I rushed into the drawing-room, +where my husband and Annette were together, and exclaimed +to her:</p> + +<p>‘“Woman, do you not see that you are killing me? +Why have you come here? Why do you persecute me +with your devilish wiles? You must know you are not +welcome. You must feel you are an intruder.”</p> + +<p>‘Overcome by the effort this had cost me, I sank down +on the floor on my knees, and wept passionately. Then I +heard the silvery voice say, in tones of surprise and injured +innocence:</p> + +<p>‘“Well, upon my word, Mrs. Redcar, this is an extraordinary +way to treat your husband’s guest. I really +thought I was a welcome visitor instead of an intruder; +but, since I am mistaken, I will go at once.”</p> + +<p>‘I looked at her through a blinding mist of tears. I +met the gaze of her oily eyes, but only for a moment, as +I cowered before her, shrank within myself, and felt +powerless again. I glanced at my husband. He was +standing with his head bowed, and, as it seemed to me, in +a pose of shame and humiliation. But suddenly he darted +at me, and I heard him say: “What do you mean by +creating such a scene as this? You must understand I +am master here.” Then he struck me a violent blow on +the head, and there was a long blank.</p> + +<p>‘When I came to my senses I was in bed, and the +hideous old hag who opened the door to you was bending<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span> +over me. It was some little time before I could realise +what had occurred. When I did, I asked the woman +where Mr. Redcar was, and she answered sullenly:</p> + +<p>‘“Gone.”</p> + +<p>‘“And the —— Annette; where is she?” I asked.</p> + +<p>‘“Gone, too,” was the answer.</p> + +<p>‘Another blank ensued. I fell very ill, and when my +brain was capable of coherent thought again I learnt that I +had passed through a crisis, and my life had been in jeopardy. +A doctor had been attending me, and there was a professional +nurse in the house; but she was a hard, dry, unsympathetic +woman, and I came to the conclusion—wrongly so, probably—she, +too, was one of Annette’s creatures.</p> + +<p>‘I was naturally puzzled to understand why none of my +relatives and friends had been to see me, but I was to learn +later that many had called, but had been informed I was +abroad with my husband, who had been summoned away +suddenly in connection with some professional matters. +And I also know now that all letters coming for me were +at once forwarded to him, and that any requiring answers +he answered.</p> + +<p>‘As I grew stronger I made up my mind to keep my +own counsel, and not let any of my friends know of what I +had gone through and suffered; for I still loved my husband, +and looked upon him as a victim to be pitied and +rescued from the infernal wiles of the she-demon. When I +heard of your arrival in England, I felt you were the one +person in the wide world I could appeal to with safety, for +you can understand how anxious I am to avoid a scandal. +Will you help me? Will you save your old friend Jack? +Restore him to sanity, doctor, and bring him back to my +arms again, which will be wide open to receive him.’</p> + +<p>I listened to poor Mrs. Redcar’s story patiently, and at +first was disposed to look upon it as a too common tale of +human weakness. Jack Redcar had fallen into the power +of an adventuress, and had been unable to resist her +influence. Such things had happened before, such things +will happen again, I argued with myself. There are<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> +certain women who seem capable of making men mad for +a brief space; but under proper treatment they come to +their senses quickly, and blush with shame as they think +of their foolishness. At any rate, for the sake of my old +friend, and for the sake of his poor suffering little wife, I +was prepared to do anything in reason to bring back the +erring husband to his right senses.</p> + +<p>I told Mrs. Redcar this. I told her I would redress her +wrongs if I could, and fight her battle to the death. She +almost threw herself at my feet in her gratitude. But when +I suggested that I should acquaint her family with the facts, +she begged of me passionately not to do so. Her one great +anxiety was to screen her husband. One thing, however, I +insisted upon. That was, the old woman should be sent +away, the house shut up, and that Mrs. Redcar should take +apartments in an hotel, so that I might be in touch with +her. She demurred to this at first, but ultimately yielded to +my persuasion.</p> + +<p>Next I went to the old woman. She was a German +Suisse—her name was Grebert. I told her to pack up her +things and clear out at once. She laughed in my face, and +impertinently told me to mind my own business. I took +out my watch and said, ‘I give you half an hour. If you +are not off the premises then, I will call in the police and +have you turned out. Any claim you have on Mrs. Redcar, +who is the mistress here—shall be settled at once.’</p> + +<p>She replied that she did not recognise my authority, +that she had been placed there by Mr. Redcar, who was her +master, and unless he told her to go she should remain. I +made it plain to her that I was determined and would stand +no nonsense. Mr. Redcar had taken himself off, I said; +Mrs. Redcar was his lawful wife, and I was acting for her +and on her behalf.</p> + +<p>My arguments prevailed, and after some wrangling the +hag came to the conclusion that discretion was the better +part of valour, and consented to go providing we paid her +twenty pounds. This we decided to do rather than have a +scene, but three hours passed before we saw the last of the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span> +creature. Mrs. Redcar had already packed up such things +as she required, and when I had seen the house securely +fastened up I procured a cab, and conveyed the poor little +lady to a quiet West-end hotel, close to my own residence, so +that I could keep a watchful eye upon her.</p> + +<p>Of course, this was only the beginning of the task I had +set myself, which was to woo back the erring husband, if +possible, to his wife’s side, and to restore him to the position +of happiness, honour, and dignity from which he had fallen. +I thought this might be comparatively easy, and little +dreamed of the grim events that were to follow my interference.</p> + +<p>Three weeks later I was in Paris, and proceeded to +the Hotel de l’Univers, where Mrs. Redcar had ascertained +through his bankers her husband was staying. But to my +chagrin, I found he had departed with his companion, and +the address he had given for his letters at the post-office was +Potes, in Spain. As I had taken up the running I had no +alternative but to face the long, dreary journey in pursuit of +the fugitives, or confess defeat at the start.</p> + +<p>It is not necessary for me to dwell upon that awful +journey in the winter time. Suffice to say I reached my +destination in due course.</p> + +<p>Potes, it is necessary to explain, is a small town magnificently +situated in the Liebana Valley, in the Asturian +Pyrenees, under the shadow of Picos de Europa. Now, +what struck me as peculiar was the fugitives coming to such +a place at that time of the year. Snow lay heavily everywhere. +The cold was intense. For what reason had such +a spot been chosen? It was a mystery I could not hope to +solve just then. There was only one small hotel in the +village, and there Annette and Redcar were staying. My +first impulse was not to let them know of my presence, but +to keep them under observation for a time. I dismissed +that thought as soon as formed, for I was not a detective, +and did not like the idea of playing the spy. But even had +I been so disposed, there would have been a difficulty about +finding accommodation. Moreover, it was a small place,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span> +and the presence of a foreigner at that time of year must +necessarily have caused a good deal of gossip. The result +was I went boldly to the hotel, engaged a room, and then +inquired for Redcar. I was directed to a private room, +where I found him alone. My unexpected appearance +startled him, and when he realised who I was, he swore at +me, and demanded to know my business.</p> + +<p>He had altered so much that in a crowd I really might +have had some difficulty in recognising him. His face wore +a drawn, anxious, nervous look, and his eyes had acquired +a restless, shifty motion, while his hair was already streaked +with grey.</p> + +<p>I began to reason with him. I reminded him of our +old friendship, and I drew a harrowing picture of the sufferings +of his dear, devoted, beautiful little wife.</p> + +<p>At first he seemed callous; but presently he grew +interested, and when I referred to his wife he burst into +tears. Then suddenly he grasped my wrist with a powerful +grip, and said:</p> + +<p>‘Hush! Annette mustn’t know this—mustn’t hear. I +tell you, Peter, she is a ghoul. She sucks my blood. She +has woven a mighty spell about me, and I am powerless. +Take me away; take me to dear little Maude.’</p> + +<p>I looked at him for some moments with a keen professional +scrutiny, for his manner and strange words were +not those of sanity. I determined to take him at his word, +and, if possible, remove him from the influence of the +wicked syren who had so fatally lured him.</p> + +<p>‘Yes,’ I said, ‘we will go without a moment’s unnecessary +delay. I will see if a carriage and post-horses are to be +had, so that we can drive to the nearest railway station.’</p> + +<p>He assented languidly to this, and I rose with the +intention of making inquiries of the hotel people; but +simultaneously with my action the door opened and Annette +appeared. Up to that moment I thought that Mrs. Redcar +had exaggerated in describing her, therefore I was hardly +prepared to find that so far from the description being an +exaggeration, it had fallen short of the fact.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span>Annette was slightly above the medium height, with a +well-developed figure, but a face that to me was absolutely +repellent. There was not a single line of beauty nor a +trace of womanliness in it. It was hard, coarse, cruel, with +thin lips drawn tightly over even white teeth. And the +eyes were the most wonderful eyes I have ever seen in a +human being. Maude was right when she spoke of them +as ‘oily eyes.’ They literally shone with a strange, greasy +lustre, and were capable of such a marvellous expression that +I felt myself falling under their peculiar fascination. I am +honest and frank enough to say that, had it been her pleasure, +I believe she could have lured me to destruction as she had +lured my poor friend. But I was forearmed, because forewarned. +Moreover, I fancy I had a much stronger will +than Redcar. Anyway, I braced myself up to conquer +and crush this human serpent, for such I felt her to be.</p> + +<p>Before I could speak, her melodious voice rang out with +the query, addressed to Jack:</p> + +<p>‘Who is this gentleman? Is he a friend of yours?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, yes,’ gasped Jack, like one who spoke under the +influence of a nightmare.</p> + +<p>She bowed and smiled, revealing all her white teeth, +and she held forth her hand to me, a delicately shaped hand, +with clear, transparent skin, and her long lithe fingers were +bejewelled with diamonds.</p> + +<p>I drew myself up, as one does when a desperate effort is +needed, and, refusing the proffered hand, I said:</p> + +<p>‘Madame, hypocrisy and deceit are useless. I am a +medical man, my name is Peter Haslar, and Mr. Redcar +and I have been friends from youth. I’ve come here to +separate him from your baneful influence and carry him +back to his broken-hearted wife. That is my mission. I +hope I have made it clear to you?’</p> + +<p>She showed not the slightest sign of being disturbed, +but smiled on me again, and bowed gracefully and with the +most perfect self-possession. And speaking in a soft gentle +manner, which was in such startling contrast to the woman’s +appearance, she said:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span>‘Oh, yes; thank you. But, like the majority of your +countrymen, you display a tendency to arrogate too much +to yourself. I am a Spaniard myself, by birth, but cosmopolitan +by inclination, and, believe me, I do not speak with +any prejudice against your nationality, but I have yet to +learn, sir, that you have any right to constitute yourself +Mr. Redcar’s keeper.’</p> + +<p>Her English was perfect, though she pronounced it with +just a slight foreign accent. There was no anger in her +tones, no defiance. She spoke softly, silvery, persuasively.</p> + +<p>‘I do not pretend to be his keeper, madame; I am his +sincere friend,’ I answered. ‘And surely I need not remind +you that he owes a duty to his lawful wife.’</p> + +<p>During this short conversation Jack had sat motionless +on the edge of a couch, his chin resting on his hands, and +apparently absorbed with some conflicting thoughts. But +Annette turned to him, and, still smiling, said:</p> + +<p>‘I think Mr. Redcar is quite capable of answering for +himself. Stand up, Jack, and speak your thoughts like a +man.’</p> + +<p>Although she spoke in her oily, insidious way, her +request was a peremptory command. I realised that at +once, and I saw as Jack rose he gazed at her, and her lustrous +eyes fixed him. Then he turned upon me with a furious +gesture and exclaimed, with a violence of expression that +startled me:</p> + +<p>‘Yes, Annette is right. I am my own master. What +the devil do you mean by following me, like the sneak and +cur that you are? Go back to Maude, and tell her that I +loathe her. Go; relieve me of your presence, or I may +forget myself and injure you.’</p> + +<p>Annette, still smiling and still perfectly self-possessed, said:</p> + +<p>‘You hear what your friend says, doctor. Need I say +that if you are a gentleman you will respect his wishes?’</p> + +<p>I could no longer control myself. Her calm, defiant, +icy manner maddened me, and her silvery voice seemed to +cut down on to my most sensitive nerves, for it was so +suggestive of the devilish nature of the creature. It was so<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span> +incongruous when contrasted with her harsh, horribly cruel +face. I placed myself between Jack and her, and meeting +her weird gaze, I said, hotly:</p> + +<p>‘Leave this room. You are an outrage on your sex; +a shame and a disgrace to the very name of woman. Go, +and leave me with my friend, whose reason you have stolen +away.’</p> + +<p>She still smiled and was still unmoved, and suddenly I +felt myself gripped in a grip of iron, and with terrific force +I was hurled into a corner of the room, where, huddled up +in a heap, I lay stunned for some moments. But as my +senses returned I saw the awful woman smiling still, and she +was waving her long white bejewelled hand before the +infuriated Jack, as if she were mesmerising him; and I saw +him sink on to the sofa subdued and calmed. Then addressing +me she said:</p> + +<p>‘That is a curious way for your friend to display his +friendship. I may be wrong, but perhaps as a medical man +you will recognise that your presence has an irritating effect +on Mr. Redcar, and if I may suggest it, I think it desirable +that you should depart at once and see him no more.’</p> + +<p>‘Devil!’ I shouted at her. ‘You have bewitched him, +and made him forgetful of his honour and of what he owes +to those who are dear to him. But I will defeat you yet.’</p> + +<p>She merely bowed and smiled, but deigned no reply; +and holding her arm to Jack, he took it, and they passed +out of the room. She was elegantly attired. Her raven hair +was fascinatingly dressed in wavy bands. There was something +regal in her carriage, and gracefulness in her every +movement; and yet she filled me with a sense of indefinable +horror; a dread to which I should have been ashamed to +own to a little while ago.</p> + +<p>I tried to spring up and go after them, but my body +seemed a mass of pain, and my left arm hung limp and +powerless. It was fractured below the elbow. There was +no bell in the room, and I limped out in search of assistance. +I made my way painfully along a gloomy corridor, +and hearing a male voice speaking Spanish, I knocked at a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span> +door, which was opened by the landlord. I addressed him, +but he shook his head and gave me to understand that he +spoke no English. Unhappily I spoke no Spanish. Then he +smiled as some idea flitted through his mind, and bowing +me into the room he motioned me to be seated, and hurried +away. He returned in about five minutes accompanied by +Annette, whom he had brought to act as interpreter. I +was almost tempted to fly at her and strangle her where +she stood. She was undisturbed, calm, and still smiled. +She spoke to the man in Spanish, then she explained to me +that she had told him I had slipped on the polished floor, +and falling over a chair had injured myself, and she had +requested him to summon the village surgeon if need be.</p> + +<p>Without waiting for me to reply she swept gracefully +out of the room. Indeed, I could not reply, for I felt as if +I were choking with suppressed rage. The landlord rendered +me physical assistance and took me to my bedroom, +where I lay down on the bed, feeling mortified, ill, and +crushed. Half an hour later a queer-looking old man, with +long hair twisted into ringlets, was ushered into my room, +and I soon gathered that he was the village surgeon. He +spoke no English, but I explained my injury by signs, and +he went away, returning in a little while with the necessary +bandages and splints, and he proceeded rather clumsily to +bandage my broken arm. I passed a cruel and wretched +night. My physical pain was great, but my mental pain +was greater. The thought forced itself upon me that I had +been defeated, and that the fiendish, cunning woman was +too much for me. I felt no resentment against Jack. His +act of violence was the act of a madman, and I pitied him. +For hours I lay revolving all sorts of schemes to try and get +him away from the diabolical influence of Annette. But +though I could hit upon nothing, I firmly resolved that +while my life lasted I would make every effort to save my +old friend, and if possible restore him to the bosom of his +distracted wife.</p> + +<p>The case altogether was a very remarkable one, and the +question naturally arose, why did a man so highly gifted<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span> +and so intelligent as Jack Redcar desert his charming, +devoted, and beautiful wife, to follow an adventuress who +entirely lacked physical beauty. Theories without number +might have been suggested to account for the phenomenon, +but not one would have been correct. The true answer is, +Annette was not a natural being. In the ordinary way she +might be described as a woman of perverted moral character, +or as a physiological freak, but that would have been rather +a misleading way of putting it. She was, in short, a human +monstrosity. By that I do not mean to say her body was +contorted, twisted, or deformed. But into her human composition +had entered a strain of the fiend; and I might go +even further than this and say she was more animal than +human. Though in whatever way she may be described, it +is certain she was an anomaly—a human riddle.</p> + +<p>The morning following the outrage upon me found me +prostrated and ill. A night of racking pain and mental +distress had told even upon my good constitution. The +situation in which I found myself was a singularly unfortunate +one. I was a foreigner in an out-of-the-way place, +and my want of knowledge of Spanish, of course, placed +me at a tremendous disadvantage.</p> + +<p>The landlord came to me and brought his wife, and +between them they attended to my wants, and did what +they could for my comfort. But they were ignorant, uncultivated +people, only one remove from the peasant class, +and I realised that they could be of little use to me. Now +the nearest important town to this Alpine village was Santander, +but that was nearly a hundred miles away. As +everyone knows who has been in Spain, a hundred miles, +even on a railway, is a considerable journey; but there was +no railway between Santander and Potes. An old ramshackle +vehicle, called a diligence, ran between the two places +every day in the summer and twice a week in the winter, +and it took fourteen hours to do the journey. Even a well-appointed +carriage and pair could not cover the distance +under eight hours, as the road was infamous, and in parts +was little better than a mule track. I knew that there was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span> +a British consul in Santander, and I was hopeful that if I +could communicate with him he might be able to render +me some assistance. In the meantime I had to devise some +scheme for holding Annette in check and saving my friend. +But in my crippled and prostrate condition I could not do +much. While lying in my bed, and thus revolving all +these things in my mind, the door gently opened and +Annette glided in—‘glided’ best expresses her movement, +for she seemed to put forth no effort. She sat down beside +the bed and laid her hand on mine.</p> + +<p>‘You are ill this morning,’ she said softly. ‘This is +regrettable, but you have only yourself to blame. It is +dangerous to interfere in matters in which you have no +concern. My business is mine, Mr. Redcar’s is his, and +yours is your own, but the three won’t amalgamate. Jack +and I came here for the sake of the peace and quietness of +these solitudes; unhappily you intrude yourself and disaster +follows.’</p> + +<p>Her voice was as silvery as ever. The same calm self-possessed +air characterised her; but in her oily eyes was a +peculiar light, and I had to turn away, for they exerted a +sort of mesmeric influence over me, and I am convinced +that had I not exerted all my will power I should have +thrown myself into the creature’s arms. This is a fact +which I have no hesitation in stating, as it serves better +than any other illustration to show what a wonderful power +of fascination the remarkable woman possessed. Naturally +I felt disgusted and enraged, but I fully recognised that I +could not fight the woman openly; I must to some extent +meet her with her own weapons. She was cunning, artful, +insidious, pitiless, and the basilisk-like power she possessed +not only gave her a great advantage but made her a very +dangerous opponent. At any rate, having regard to all the +circumstances and my crippled condition, I saw that my only +chance was in temporising with her. So I tried to reason +with her, and I pointed out that Redcar had been guilty of +baseness in leaving his wife, who was devoted to him.</p> + +<p>At this point of my argument Annette interrupted me,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span> +and for the first time she displayed something like passion, +and her voice became hard and raucous.</p> + +<p>‘His wife,’ she said with a sneer of supreme contempt. +‘A poor fool, a fleshly doll. At the precise instant I set my +eyes upon her for the first time I felt that I should like to +destroy her, because she is a type of woman who makes the +world common-place and reduce all men to a common level. +She hated me from the first and I hated her. She would +have crushed me if she could, but she was too insignificant +a worm to do that, and I crushed her.’</p> + +<p>This cold, brutal callousness enraged me; I turned +fiercely upon her and exclaimed:</p> + +<p>‘Leave me, you are a more infamous and heartless +wretch than I believed you to be. You are absolutely unworthy +the name of woman, and if you irritate me much +more I may even forget that you have a woman’s shape.’</p> + +<p>She spoke again. All trace of passion had disappeared. +She smiled the wicked insidious smile which made her so +dangerous, and her voice resumed its liquid, silvery tones:</p> + +<p>‘You are very violent,’ she said gently, ‘and it will do +you harm in your condition. But you see violence can be +met with violence. The gentleman you are pleased to call +your friend afforded you painful evidence last night that he +knows how to resent unjustifiable interference, and to take +care of himself. I am under his protection, and there is no +doubt he will protect me.’</p> + +<p>‘For God’s sake, leave me!’ I cried, tortured beyond +endurance by her hypocrisy and wickedness.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, certainly, if you desire it,’ she answered, as she +rose from her seat. ‘But I thought I might be of use. It +is useless your trying to influence Mr. Redcar—absolutely +useless. His destiny is linked with mine, and the human +being doesn’t exist who can sunder us. With this knowledge, +you will do well to retrace your steps; and, if you +like, I will arrange to have you comfortably conveyed to +Santander, where you can get a vessel. Anyway, you will +waste your time and retard your recovery by remaining here.’</p> + +<p>‘I intend to remain here, nevertheless,’ I said, with set<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> +teeth. ‘And, what is more, madame, when I go my friend +Redcar will accompany me.’</p> + +<p>She laughed. She patted my head as a mother might +pat the head of her child. She spoke in her most insidious, +silvery tones.</p> + +<p>‘We shall see, mon cher—we shall see. You will be +better to-morrow. Adieu!’</p> + +<p>That was all she said, and she was gone. She glided +out of the room as she had glided in.</p> + +<p>I felt irritated almost into madness for some little time; +but as I reflected, it was forced upon me that I had to +deal with a monster of iniquity, who had so subdued the +will of her victim, Redcar, that he was a mere wooden +puppet in her hand. Force in such a case was worse than +useless. What I had to do was to try and circumvent her, +and I tried to think out some plan of action.</p> + +<p>All that day I was compelled to keep my bed, and, +owing to the clumsy way in which my arm had been +bandaged, I suffered intolerable pain, and had to send for +the old surgeon again to come and help me to reset the +fracture. I got some ease after that, and a dose of chloral +sent me to sleep, which continued for many hours. When +I awoke I managed to summon the landlord, and he brought +me food, and a lantern containing a candle so that I might +have light. And, in compliance with my request, he made +me a large jug of lemonade, in order that I could have a drink +in the night, for I was feverish, and my throat was parched. +He had no sooner left the room than Annette entered to +inquire if she could do anything for me. I told her that +I had made the landlord understand all that I desired, and he +would look after me, so she wished me good-night and left. +Knowing as I did that sleep was very essential in my case, +I swallowed another, though smaller, dose of chloral, and +then there was a blank.</p> + +<p>How long I slept I really don’t know; but suddenly, in +a dazed sort of way, I saw a strange sight. The room I +occupied was a long, somewhat meagrely furnished, one. +The entrance door was at the extreme end, opposite the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> +bed. Over the doorway hung a faded curtain of green +velvet. By the feeble light of the candle lantern I saw this +curtain slowly pulled on one side by a white hand; then a +face peered in; next Annette entered. Her long hair was +hanging down her back, and she wore a nightdress of soft, +clinging substance, which outlined her figure. With never +a sound she moved lightly towards the bed, and waved her +hand two or three times over my face. I tried to move, to +utter a sound, but couldn’t; and yet what I am describing +was no dream, but a reality. Slightly bending over me, she +poured from a tiny phial she carried in the palm of her hand +a few drops of a slightly acrid, burning liquid right into my +mouth, and at that instant, as I believe, it seemed to me as +if a thick, heavy pall fell over my eyes, for all was darkness.</p> + +<p>I awoke hours later. The winter sun was shining +brightly into my room. I felt strangely languid, and had +a hot, stinging sensation in my throat. I felt my pulse, +and found it was only beating at the rate of fifty-eight +beats in the minute. Then I recalled the extraordinary +incident of the previous night, which, had it not been for +my sensations, I might have regarded as a bad dream, the +outcome of a disturbed state of the brain. But as it was, +I hadn’t a doubt that Annette had administered some subtle +and slow poison to me. My medical knowledge enabled +me to diagnose my own case so far, that I was convinced I +was suffering from the effects of a potent poisonous drug, +the action of which was to lower the action of the vital +forces and weaken the heart. Being probably cumulative, +a few doses more or less, according to the strength of the +subject, and the action of the heart would be so impeded that +the organ would cease to beat. Although all this passed +through my brain, I felt so weak and languid that I had +neither energy nor strength to arouse myself, and when the +landlord brought me in some food I took no notice of him. +I knew that this symptom of languor and indifference was +very characteristic of certain vegetable poisons, though what +it was Annette had administered to me I could not determine.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span>Throughout that day I lay in a drowsy, dreamy state. At +times my brain was clear enough, and I was able to think +and reason; but there were blanks, marked, no doubt, by +periods of sleep.</p> + +<p>When night came I felt a little better, and I found that +the heart’s action had improved. It was steadier, firmer, +and the pulse indicated sixty-two beats. Now I had no +doubt that if it was Annette’s intention to bring about my +death slowly she would come again that night, and arousing +myself as well as I could, and summoning all my will +power, I resolved to be on the watch. During the afternoon +I had drunk milk freely, regarding it as an antidote, +and when the landlord visited me for the last time that +evening I made him understand that I wanted a large jug +of milk fresh from the cow, if he could get it. He kept +cows of his own; they were confined in a chalet on the +mountain side, not far from his house, so that he was able +to comply with my request. I took a long draught of this +hot milk, which revived my energies wonderfully, and then +I waited for developments. I had allowed my watch to run +down, consequently I had no means of knowing the time. +It was a weary vigil, lying there lonely and ill, and struggling +against the desire for sleep.</p> + +<p>By-and-by I saw the white hand lift the curtain again, +and Annette entered, clad as she was on the previous night. +When she came within reach of me I sprang up in the +bed and seized her wrist.</p> + +<p>‘What do you want here?’ I demanded angrily. ‘Do +you mean to murder me?’</p> + +<p>Her imperturbability was exasperating. She neither +winced nor cried out, nor displayed the slightest sign of +surprise. She merely remarked in her soft cooing voice, +her white teeth showing as her thin lips parted in a smile:</p> + +<p>‘You are evidently restless and excited to-night, and +it is hardly generous of you to treat my kindly interest in +such a way.’</p> + +<p>‘Kindly interest!’ I echoed with a sneer, as, releasing +her wrist, I fell back on the bed.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>‘Yes; you haven’t treated me well, and you are an +intruder here. Nevertheless, as you are a stranger amongst +strangers, and cannot speak the language of the country, I +would be of service to you if I could. I have come to +see if you have everything you require for the night.’</p> + +<p>‘And you did the same last night,’ I cried in hot anger, +for, knowing her infamy and wickedness, I could not keep +my temper.</p> + +<p>‘Certainly,’ she answered coolly; ‘and I found you +calmly dozing, so left you.’</p> + +<p>‘Yes—after you had poured poison down my throat,’ I +replied.</p> + +<p>She broke into a laugh—a rippling laugh, with the +tinkle of silver in it—and she seemed hugely amused.</p> + +<p>‘Well, well,’ she said; ‘it is obvious, sir, you are not +in a fit state to be left alone. Your nerves are evidently +unstrung, and you are either the victim of a bad dream or +some strange delusion. But there, there; I will pardon +you. You are not responsible just at present for your +language.’</p> + +<p>As she spoke she passed her soft white hand over my +forehead. There was magic in her touch, and it seemed +as if all my will had left me, and there stole over me a +delightful sense of dreamy languor. I looked at her, and +I saw her strange eyes change colour. They became +illumined, as it were, by a violet light that fascinated me +so that I could not turn from her. Indeed, I was absolutely +subdued to her will now. Everything in the room faded, +and I saw nothing but those marvellous eyes glowing with +violet light which seemed to fill me with a feeling of +ecstasy. I have a vague idea that she kept passing her +hand over my face and forehead; that she breathed upon +my face; then that she pressed her face to mine, and I felt +her hot breath in my neck.</p> + +<p>Perhaps it will be said that I dreamed all this. I don’t +believe it was a dream. I firmly and honestly believe that +every word I have written is true.</p> + +<p>Hours afterwards my dulled brain began to awake to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span> +things mundane. The morning sun was flooding the +room, and I was conscious that somebody stood over me, +and soon I recognised the old surgeon, who had come to +see that the splints and bandages had not shifted. I felt +extraordinarily weak, and I found that my pulse was beating +very slowly and feebly. Again I had the burning feeling +in the throat and a strange and absolutely indescribable +sensation at the side of the neck. The old doctor must +have recognised that I was unusually feeble, for he went to +the landlord, and returned presently with some cognac +which he made me swallow, and it picked me up considerably.</p> + +<p>After his departure I lay for some time, and tried to +give definite shape to vague and dreadful thoughts that +haunted me, and filled me with a shrinking horror. That +Annette was a monster in human form I hadn’t a doubt, +and I felt equally certain that she had designs upon my +life. That she had now administered poison to me on two +occasions seemed to me beyond question, but I hesitated to +believe that she was guilty of the unspeakable crime which +my sensations suggested.</p> + +<p>At last, unable longer to endure the tumult in my +brain, I sprang out of bed, rushed to the looking-glass, and +examined my neck. I literally staggered back, and fell +prostrate on the bed, overcome by the hideous discovery I +had made. It had the effect, however, of calling me back +to life and energy, and I made a mental resolution that I +would, at all hazards, save my friend, though I clearly +recognised how powerless I was to cope with the awful +creature single-handed.</p> + +<p>I managed to dress myself, not without some difficulty; +then I summoned the landlord, and made him understand +that I must go immediately to Santander at any cost. My +intention was to invoke the aid of the consul there. But +the more I insisted, the more the old landlord shook his +head. At length, in desperation, I rushed from the house, +hoping to find somebody who understood French or +English. As I almost ran up the village street I came face<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> +to face with a priest. I asked him in English if he spoke +my language, but he shook his head. Then I tried him +with French, and to my joy he answered me that he understood +a little French. I told him of my desire to start for +Santander that very day, but he said that it was impossible, +as, owing to the unusual hot sun in the daytime there had +been a great melting of snow, with the result that a flooded +river had destroyed a portion of the road; and though a gang +of men had been set to repair it, it would be two or three +days before it was passable.</p> + +<p>‘But is there no other way of going?’ I asked.</p> + +<p>‘Only by a very hazardous route over the mountains,’ +he answered. And he added that the risk was so great it +was doubtful if anyone could be found who would act as guide. +‘Besides,’ he went on, ‘you seem very ill and weak. Even +a strong man might fail, but you would be certain to perish +from exhaustion and exposure.’</p> + +<p>I was bound to recognise the force of his argument. +It was a maddening disappointment, but there was no help +for it. Then it occurred to me to take the old priest into +my confidence and invoke his aid. Though, on second +thoughts, I hesitated, for was it not possible—nay, highly +probable—that if I told the horrible story he and others +would think I was mad. Annette was a Spanish woman, +and it was feasible to suppose she would secure the ear +of those ignorant villagers sooner than I should. No, +I would keep the ghastly business to myself for the present +at any rate, and wait with such patience as I could +command until I could make the journey to Santander. +The priest promised me that on the morrow he would let +me know if the road was passable, and, if so, he would +procure me a carriage and make all the preparations for the +journey. So, thanking him for his kindly services, I +turned towards the hotel again. As I neared the house I +observed two persons on the mountain path that went +up among the pine trees. The sun was shining brilliantly; +the sky was cloudless, the air crisp and keen. +The two persons were Annette and Redcar. I watched<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span> +them for some minutes until they were lost to sight +amongst the trees.</p> + +<p>Suddenly an irresistible impulse to follow them seized +me. Why I know not. Indeed, had I paused to reason +with myself it would have seemed to me then a mad act, +and that I was risking my life to no purpose. But I +did not reason. I yielded to the impulse, though first +of all I went to my room, put on a thicker pair of boots, +and armed myself with a revolver which I had brought +with me. During my extensive travelling about America +a revolver was a necessity, and by force of habit I put it up +with my clothes when packing my things in London for my +Continental journey.</p> + +<p>Holding the weapon between my knees, I put a +cartridge in each barrel, and, providing myself with a stick +in addition, I went forth again and began to climb the +mountain path. I was by no means a sanguinary man; +even my pugnacity could only be aroused after much +irritation. Nevertheless, I knew how to defend myself, +and in this instance, knowing that I had to deal with +a woman who was capable of any crime, and who, I felt +sure, would not hesitate to take my life if she got the +chance, I deemed it advisable to be on my guard against +any emergency that might arise. As regards Redcar, he +had already given me forcible and painful evidence that he +could be dangerous; but I did not hold him responsible for +his actions. I regarded him as being temporarily insane +owing to the infernal influence the awful woman exercised +over him. Therefore it would only have been in the very +last extremity that I should have resorted to lethal weapons +as a defence against him. My one sole aim, hope, desire, +prayer, was to rescue him from the spell that held him in +thrall and restore him to his wife, his honour, his sanity. +With respect to Annette, it was different. She was a blot +on nature, a disgrace to humankind, and, rather than let +her gain complete ascendency over me and my friend, +I would have shot her if I had reason to believe she contemplated +taking my life. It might have involved me in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span> +serious trouble with the authorities at first, for in Spain the +foreigner can hope but for little justice. I was convinced, +however, that ultimately I should be exonerated.</p> + +<p>Such were the thoughts that filled my mind as I painfully +made my way up the steep mountain side. My fractured +arm was exceedingly painful. Every limb in my body +ached, and I was so languid, so weak that it was with difficulty +I dragged myself along. But worse than all this was an +all but irresistible desire to sleep, the result, I was certain, +of the poison that had been administered to me. But +it would have been fatal to have slept. I knew that, and so +I fought against the inclination with all my might and +main, and allowed my thoughts to dwell on poor little +Maude Redcar, waiting desolate and heartbroken in London +for news. This supplied me with the necessary spur and +kept me going.</p> + +<p>The trees were nearly all entirely bare of snow. It +had, I was informed, been an unusually mild season, and at +that time the sun’s rays were very powerful. The path I was +pursuing was nothing more than a rough track worn by the +peasants passing between the valley and their hay chalets +dotted about the mountain. Snow lay on the path where it +was screened from the sun by the trees. I heard no sound, +saw no sign of those I was seeking save here and there +footprints in the snow. I frequently paused and listened, +but the stillness was unbroken save for the subdued murmur +of falling water afar off.</p> + +<p>In my weakened condition the exertion I had endured +had greatly distressed me; my heart beat tumultuously, my +pulses throbbed violently, and my breathing was stertorous. +I was compelled at last to sit down and rest. I was far +above the valley now, and the pine trees were straggling +and sparse. The track had become very indistinct, but I +still detected the footsteps of the people I was following. +Above the trees I could discern the snow-capped Picos de +Europa glittering in the brilliant sun. It was a perfect +Alpine scene, which, under other circumstances, I might<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span> +have revelled in. But I felt strangely ill, weak, and +miserable, and drowsiness began to steal upon me, so that I +made a sudden effort of will and sprang up again, and +resumed the ascent.</p> + +<p>In a little time the forest ended, and before me stretched +a sloping plateau which, owing to its being exposed to the +full glare of the sun, as well as to all the winds that blew, +was bare of snow. The plateau sloped down for probably +four hundred feet, then ended abruptly at the edge of a +precipice. How far the precipice descended I could not tell +from where I was, but far far below I could see a stream +meandering through a thickly wooded gorge. I took the +details of the scene in with a sudden glance of the eye, +for another sight attracted and riveted my attention, and +froze me with horror to the spot. Beneath a huge boulder +which had fallen from the mountain above, and lodged on +the slope, were Annette and Redcar. He was lying on his +back, she was stretched out beside him, and her face was +buried in his neck. Even from where I stood I could see that +he was ghastly pale, his features drawn and pinched, his eyes +closed. Incredible as it may seem, horrible as it sounds, it is +nevertheless true that that hellish woman was sucking away +his life blood. She was a human vampire, and my worst +fears were confirmed.</p> + +<p>I am aware that an astounding statement of this kind +should not be made lightly by a man in my position. But +I take all the responsibility of it, and I declare solemnly that +it is true. Moreover, the sequel which I am able to give to +this story more than corroborates me, and proves Annette +to have been one of those human problems which, happily +for the world, are very rare, but of which there are several +well authenticated cases.</p> + +<p>As soon as I fully realised what was happening I drew +my revolver from the side pocket of my jacket and fired, not +at Annette, but in the air; my object being to startle her +so that she would release her victim. It had the desired +effect. She sprang up, livid with rage. Blood—his blood—was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span> +oozing from the sides of her mouth. Her extraordinary +eyes had assumed that strange violet appearance which I +had seen once before. Her whole aspect was repulsive, +revolting, horrible beyond words. Rooted to the spot I +stood and gazed at her, fascinated by the weird, ghastly +sight. In my hand I still held the smoking revolver, levelled +at her now, and resolved if she rushed towards me to shoot +her, for I felt that the world would be well rid of such a +hideous monster. But suddenly she stooped, seized her unfortunate +victim in her arms, and tore down the slope, and +when the edge of the precipice was reached they both disappeared +into space.</p> + +<p>The whole of this remarkable scene was enacted in the +course of a few seconds. It was to me a maddening nightmare. +I fell where I stood, and remembered no more until, +hours afterwards, I found myself lying in bed at the hotel, +and the old surgeon and the priest sitting beside me. +Gradually I learnt that the sound of the shot from the +revolver, echoing and re-echoing in that Alpine region, had +been heard in the village, and some peasants had set off for the +mountain to ascertain the cause of the firing. They found +me lying on the ground still grasping the weapon, and thinking +I had shot myself they carried me down to the hotel.</p> + +<p>Naturally I was asked for explanations when I was able +to talk, and I recounted the whole of the ghastly story. At +first my listeners, the priest and the doctor, seemed to think +I was raving in delirium, as well they might, but I persisted +in my statements, and I urged the sending out of a party to +search for the bodies. If they were found my story would +be corroborated.</p> + +<p>In a short time a party of peasants started for the +gorge, which was a wild, almost inaccessible, ravine through +which flowed a mountain torrent amongst the débris and +boulders that from time to time had fallen from the +rocky heights. After some hours of searching the party +discovered the crushed remains of Jack Redcar. His head +had been battered to pieces against the rocks as he fell, +and every bone in his body was broken. The precipice<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span> +over which he had fallen was a jagged, scarred, and irregular +wall of rock at least four thousand feet in height. The +search for Annette’s body was continued until darkness +compelled the searchers to return to the village, which +they did bringing with them my poor friend’s remains. +Next day the search was resumed, and the day after, and for +many days, but with no result. The woman’s corpse was +never found. The theory was that somewhere on that +frightful rock face she had been caught by a projecting pinnacle, +or had got jammed in a crevice, where her unhallowed +remains would moulder into dust. It was a fitting end for +so frightful a life.</p> + +<p>Of course an official inquiry was held—and officialism in +Spain is appalling. It was weeks and weeks before the +inevitable conclusion of the tribunal was arrived at, and I +was exonerated from all blame. In the meantime Redcar’s +remains were committed to their eternal rest in the +picturesque little Alpine village churchyard, and for all +time Potes will be associated with that grim and awful +tragedy. Why Annette took her victim to that out-of-the-way +spot can only be guessed at. She knew that the +death of her victim was only a question of weeks, and in +that primitive and secluded hamlet it would arouse no +suspicion, she being a native of Spain. It would be easy for +her to say that she had taken her invalid husband there for +the benefit of his health, but unhappily the splendid and +bracing air had failed to save his life. In this instance, as +in many others, her fiendish cunning would have enabled her +to score another triumph had not destiny made me its instrument +to encompass her destruction.</p> + +<p>For long after my return to England I was very ill. +The fearful ordeal I had gone through, coupled with the +poison which Annette had administered to me, shattered +my health; but the unremitting care and attention bestowed +upon me by my old friend’s widow pulled me through. +And when at last I was restored to strength and vigour, +beautiful Maude Redcar became my wife.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span><span class="smcap">Note by the Author.</span>—The foregoing story was suggested +by a tradition current in the Pyrenees, where a belief +in ghouls and vampires is still common. The same belief +is no less common throughout Styria, in some parts of +Turkey, in Russia, and in India. Sir Richard Burton deals +with the subject in his ‘Vikram and the Vampire.’ Years +ago, when the author was in India, a poor woman was beaten +to death one night in the village by a number of young +men armed with cudgels. Their excuse for the crime was +that the woman was a vampire, and had sucked the blood +of many of their companions, whom she had first lured to +her by depriving them of their will power by mesmeric +influence.</p> +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> +<h2 class="nobreak">II<br> + +SEQUEL TO THE WOMAN WITH THE ‘OILY EYES’<br> + +THE STORY OF ANNETTE</h2> + +<p class="center">FROM OFFICIAL RECORDS</p> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">At</span> the time the inquiry was held into the circumstances of +Jack Redcar’s death, the authorities deemed it their duty to +find out something of Annette’s past history. In this they +were aided by certain documents discovered amongst her +belongings, and, by dint of astute and patient investigation, +they elicited the following remarkable facts. Her real name +was Isabella Ribera, and she was born in a little village in +the Sierra Nevada, of Andalusia. Her mother was a highly +respectable peasantwoman, of a peculiarly romantic disposition, +and fond of listening to and reading weird and +supernatural stories. Her father was also a peasant, but +intellectual beyond his class. By dint of hard work, he +acquired a considerable amount of land and large numbers +of cattle, and ultimately became the mayor of his village.</p> + +<p>There were two peculiarities noticed about Isabella +Ribera when she was born. She had an extraordinary +amount of back hair, and the lids of her eyes remained fast +sealed until she was a year old. An operation was at first +talked about, but the child was examined by a doctor of +some repute in the nearest town, and he advised against the +operation, saying that it was better to let nature take her +course. When the girl was in her thirteenth month she<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> +one day suddenly opened her eyes, and those who saw them +were frightened. Some people said that they were seal’s eyes, +others that they were the eyes of a snake, and others, again, +that ‘the devil looked through them.’ The superstitious +people in the village urged the parents to consult the priest, +and this was done, with the result that the infant was subjected +to a religious ceremony, with a view to exorcising +the demon which was supposed to have taken possession of +her.</p> + +<p>As the girl grew she displayed amazing precocity. +When she was only four she was more like a grown +woman in her acts and ways than a child, and the intuitive +knowledge she exhibited only served to increase +the superstitious dread with which she inspired people. +One day, when she was nearly five, her father had a pig +killed. The girl witnessed the operation, and seemed to go +almost mad with delight. And suddenly, to the horror and +consternation of those looking on, she threw herself on the +dying animal and began to drink the blood that flowed from +the cut throat. Somebody snatched her up and ran screaming +with her to her mother, who was distracted when she +heard the story.</p> + +<p>The incident, of course, soon became known all over +the village, and indeed far beyond it, and a fierce hatred of +the child seized upon the people. The consequence was, +the parents had to keep a very watchful eye over her. +They were seriously advised to have the girl strangled, and +her body burnt to ashes with wood that had been blessed and +consecrated by the priests. Fearing that an attempt would +be made upon her life by the villagers, Isabella’s parents +secretly conveyed her away and took her to Cordova, where +she was placed in the care of the mother superior of a +convent.</p> + +<p>At this place she was carefully trained and taught, but +was regarded as an unnatural child. She seemed to be +without heart, feeling, or sentiment. Her aptitude for +learning was looked upon as miraculous, and a tale of horror +or bloodshed afforded her an infinite amount of enjoyment.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span>When she was a little more than twelve she escaped +from her guardians and disappeared.</p> + +<p>For a long time no trace of her was forthcoming, then +it became known that she had joined a band of gipsies, and +gained such a dominating influence and power over them, +that she was made a queen and married a young man of the +tribe. A month afterwards he was found dead one morning +in his tent. The cause of his death remained a mystery, but +it was noticed that there was a peculiar blue mark at the side +of his neck, from which a drop or two of blood still oozed.</p> + +<p>A few weeks after her husband’s death, Isabella, queen +of the gipsies, announced to her tribe that she was going to +sever herself from them for a time and travel all over +Europe. Where she went to during the succeeding two +years will never be known; but she was next heard of in +Paris, where she was put upon her trial, charged with +having caused the death of a man whom she alleged was +her husband. She was then known as Madame Ducoudert. +The husband had died in a very mysterious manner. He +seemed to grow bloodless, and gradually faded away. And +after his death certain signs suggested poison. An autopsy, +however, failed to reveal any indications of recognised +poisons. Nevertheless madame was tried, but no evidence +was forthcoming to convict her, and she was acquitted.</p> + +<p>Almost immediately afterwards she quitted Paris with +plenty of money, her husband, who was well off, having left +her all his property. The Paris police, through their agents +and spies, ascertained that she proceeded direct to Bordeaux, +where, in a very short time, she united herself to a handsome +young man, the only son of an exceedingly wealthy Bordeaux +wine-merchant. She had changed her name at this +stage to Marie Tailleux. She had a well-developed figure, +an enormous quantity of jet black hair, and perfect teeth. +In other respects she was considered to be ugly, by some +even repulsive. And yet she exercised a fatal fascination +over men, though women feared and hated her.</p> + +<p>She went from Bordeaux to London with the wine-merchant’s +son, and six months later the English people<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span> +were treated to a sensation. ‘Madame and Monsieur +Tailleux’ travelled extensively about England and Scotland. +Monsieur fell ill, soon after arriving, of some nameless +disease. His illness was characterised by prostration, languor, +bloodlessness. He consulted several doctors, who +prescribed for him without effect.</p> + +<p>The pair at last took up their residence at a very well-known +metropolitan hotel, where they lived in great style, +spent money lavishly, and were supposed to be people of +note. But one morning monsieur was found dead in bed, +and as no doctor had been treating him for some time, and +the cause of death could not be certified, an inquest was +ordered and a post-mortem became necessary. Those who +made the examination had their suspicions aroused. They +believed there had been foul play—at any rate, the man +had died of poison. The police were communicated +with: result, the arrest of madame, and columns and +columns of sensational reports in the papers.</p> + +<p>Amongst madame’s belongings was found a little carved +ebony box containing twelve receptacles for twelve tiny +phials. Some of these phials were empty, others full of +liquid that varied in colour; that is, in one phial it was +yellow, in another red, in another green, in another blue, +and yet another held what seemed to be clear water.</p> + +<p>The chemical analysis of the contents of the stomach quite +failed to justify the suspicions of poison. But the blood had a +peculiar, watery appearance; the heart was flabby and weak. +Madame accounted for possession of the phials by saying +they contained gipsy medicine of great efficacy in certain +diseases. There was such a small quantity in each phial as +to make analysis practically impossible; certain animals, +however, were treated with some of the contents, and seemed +actually to improve under the treatment. Under the circumstances, +of course, there was nothing for it but to release +madame, as the magistrate said there was no case to go +before a jury.</p> + +<p>It is worth while to quote the following description of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> +the woman at this time. It appeared in a report in the +<i>Times</i>.</p> + +<p>‘The prisoner is a most extraordinary looking woman, +and appears to be possessed of some wonderful magnetic +power, which half fascinates one. It is difficult to say +wherein this power lies, unless it be in her eyes. They are +certainly remarkable eyes, that have a peculiar, glistening +appearance like oil. Then her voice is a revelation. +Until she speaks one would be disposed to say the voice +of such a harsh-featured woman would be hard, raucous, +and raspy. But its tones are those of a silver bell, or a +sweet-toned flute. Her self-possession is also marvellous, +and she smiles sweetly and fascinatingly. Somehow or +another she gives one the impression that she has some of +the attributes of the sirens of old, who were said to lure +men to their destruction. Possibly this is doing the woman +an injustice; but it is difficult to resist the idea. Her +hands, too, are in striking contrast to her general physique. +They are long, thin, lithe, and white. Taken altogether, +she cannot certainly be described as an ordinary type of +woman, and we should be disposed to say that, allied to +great intelligence, was a subtle cunning and a cruelty of +disposition that might make her dangerous.’</p> + +<p>This description was written during the time the +woman was a prisoner. The writer showed that he had +a keen insight, and had he but known some of her past +history he would probably have written in a much more +pronounced way.</p> + +<p>‘Madame Tailleux’ was discharged for the want of legal +evidence, and Madame Tailleux soon afterwards left England +and went to America, where she became ‘Miss Anna +Clarkson’; and though nobody knew anything at all about +her, she had no difficulty in making her way into so-called +Society; but not as an associate and companion of women, +who shunned and hated her as she hated them; but men +followed her, as men are alleged to have followed Circe. +Indeed, in some respects, the classical description of Circe<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> +with her magic and potions might apply to Isabella Ribera, +with the many aliases.</p> + +<p>In a very little while Phineas Miller fell a victim to her +potent spells. Phineas was a young man, a stockbroker, +and rich. The twain journeyed to Florida, from whence +Phineas wrote to an intimate friend that he was strangely +ill, and he believed the climate was affecting him. He looked +like a corpse, he said. He was languid. He took no +interest in anything. He suffered from a peculiar prostration, +and found a difficulty in moving about. Yet he +experienced no pain, and at times sank into a dreamy state +that was pleasant. He thought, however, as soon as he left +that part of the country he would be all right.</p> + +<p>He was doomed, however, never to leave that part of the +country. He went out one day with Miss Anna Clarkson, +and an old negro, to shoot in the swamps. They had a boat +which was in charge of the negro. That evening, Miss +Clarkson returned alone. She was drenched and covered +with slime and mud. There had been an accident. The +boat had capsized by striking against a sunken tree. They +were all thrown into the water. She managed to cling to +the boat, and ultimately to right it, but her companions +disappeared. The negro, she thought, was taken by a +crocodile.</p> + +<p>A search-party went out to try and recover the bodies. +The negro was never found, Miller was. He presented +an extraordinary appearance, and those who examined him +said he had not died by drowning. This theory, however, +found no favour. Men were often drowned in the swamps, +which swarmed with alligators and crocodiles, huge snakes, +and other repulsive things. When a man once got into the +water he had no chance. It was a perfect miracle how +Miss Clarkson escaped. ‘Poor thing, she must have had +an awful time of it.’</p> + +<p>It is true that crocodiles, alligators, and snakes did swarm +in the swamps, and the remarkable thing was that Miller’s +body was recovered. Much sympathy was shown for Miss +Clarkson; Miller was duly buried and forgotten in a week.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span>Amongst the lady’s most pronounced sympathisers was +a Mr. Lambert Lennox, an Englishman engaged in fruit-farming. +He was about forty-five, a widower with two +daughters and a son. It was generally agreed that he was +one of the finest men in Florida. He was an athlete. +He stood six feet two in his stockings. His health was +perfect. It was his boast that he had never been laid up a +day with illness.</p> + +<p>Mr. Lennox had some business to transact in Jamaica, +West Indies, and sailed for that island in one of the trading +vessels. In the same vessel went ‘poor’ Miss Clarkson. A +month or two later Mr. Lennox, Jun., received from Mr. +Lennox, Sen., a letter dated from Jamaica, in the West +Indies. Amongst much other news the writer told +his son that he had not been well. He had a strange +anæmic appearance, felt weak and languid, had no +energy, suffered from unquenchable thirst, and was +constantly falling asleep suddenly, often at the most inopportune +moments. He had consulted a doctor, who was +of opinion that the climate of Jamaica didn’t suit him, and +he advised him to get away as soon as possible. ‘I shall +therefore be home in about six weeks,’ Mr. Lennox added. +But in the meantime he departed for his long home. Mr. +Lambert Lennox died somewhat suddenly one morning, +and was buried in the evening. The doctor who had been +attending him certified that he had succumbed to low fever. +The next mail that went out bore the sad intelligence to +his family, and people marvelled much when they heard that +handsome Lambert Lennox, the man with the iron constitution, +had slipped away so quickly, more particularly as long +residence in Florida had inured him to a hot climate and +miasma.</p> + +<p>It was found difficult to trace Miss Clarkson’s movements +during the next two or three years, but there were +grounds for believing that she travelled extensively, and +amongst other places visited India, and in this connection +there was a somewhat vague and legendary story told. At +a hill station a strange and mysterious woman put in an<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> +appearance. She was thought to be either a Spaniard or +a Portuguese. She was known as Mademoiselle Sassetti, +though why ‘Mademoiselle,’ if Spanish or Portuguese, was +not explained. But that is a detail.</p> + +<p>This mysterious lady claimed to have occult powers. +She could read anyone’s future. She could perform miracles. +The women kept away from her because they were afraid of +her, though there was no definite statement as to how this +fear arose. But the men showed no fear, as became them, +and amongst others who consulted her was a handsome, +much beloved young military officer. His frequent visits to +the sorceress caused a good deal of talk, as it was bound to +do in an Indian hill station. Grey-bearded men shook their +heads sadly, and wise and virtuous women turned up their +noses and muttered mysterious interjections such as ‘Ah!’ +‘Oh!’ ‘Umph.’</p> + +<p>One day the station was startled by a report that the +young officer had been found dead in a jungle in one of the +valleys. He had been bitten by a cobra, so the report said, +for there was a peculiar little blue mark at the side of his neck.</p> + +<p>If the virtuous ones didn’t actually say it served him +right, they thought it; and the grey beards looked more +knowing than ever, and mumbled that the young officer +had been dining somewhere not wisely but too well, and had +mistaken the jungle for his bedroom, and gone to sleep, +otherwise how did the cobra manage to bite him in the neck.</p> + +<p>It seemed a plausible theory. Anyway it got over a +difficulty, and it brought an unpleasant little scandal to a +tragic and abrupt end. So the virtuous ones went about +their many occupations again, and the atmosphere was purer +when it was known that the sorceress had disappeared as +mysteriously as she had come.</p> + +<p>The next direct evidence we got was that under the +name of Isabella Rodino the adventuress turned up in Rome, +where she rented a small but expensive villa in the fashionable +Via Porta Pia. Everyone who knows Rome knows +how exclusive society is, but while Isabella Rodino made +no attempt to be received by Roman society she attracted<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span> +to her villa some of the male representatives of the best +families in the city. Amongst these gentlemen was the +scion of one of the oldest Roman houses.</p> + +<p>Now it may be said boldly here, and that without any +reflections, that the young gentlemen of Rome, as of most +other continental cities, are allowed a good deal more latitude +than would be accorded to the same class in, say, cold-blooded, +unromantic, prosaic, and commonplace London, +whose soot and grime, somehow, seem to grind their +way into people’s brains and hearts. Anyway the young +gentleman referred to, whose baptismal name was Basta, +did not at first provoke any very severe criticism, but he +was destined ultimately to give the Romans a sensation +to talk about for the proverbial nine days, for one Sunday +morning a humble fisherman, having some business on the +Tiber, fished out of that classic river the stark body of the +scion. Over Rome flew the news, and those who loved +him, and looked to him to uphold the honour and dignity +of his family, were horror-stricken.</p> + +<p>Now, it’s a very curious thing that his distracted relatives +firmly believed that the young prodigal had in a moment of +remorse, after a night’s debauch, flung himself into eternity +<i>via</i> the Tiber, and so mighty was their pride that they used +their wealth, their influence, and their power to stifle inquiry, +and caused a report to be circulated that Basta had met +his end through accident. It is no less curious that the +family doctor who examined the body was of opinion that +there was something mysterious about the lad’s death, for he +certainly had not died by drowning, and on one side of +the neck was a peculiar little bluish puncture. But as the +family persisted in <i>their</i> view, the doctor, not wishing to lose +their influential patronage, observed a discreet silence.</p> + +<p>A week later, however, an agent of the police called on +Isabella Rodino, and did something more than hint that +it was desirable that within twenty-four hours she should +leave Rome as quietly and unobtrusively as possible. The +result of this functionary’s call was that Isabella Rodino +journeyed to Florence by that night’s mail train. It was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> +known that she only sojourned two days in the fair city on +the Arno.</p> + +<p>After that there is another hiatus of something like two +years in her known career, and it is not easy to fill it up. +And this brings us to that fatal night at Wiesbaden, when ill-starred +Jack Redcar met the enchantress on the hotel stairs. +From that point to the moment when, her rôle being +finished, she disappeared for ever from the ken of men, the +reader of the story can fill in for himself. She played out +her last act under the name of Annette. In selecting +her many names she seemed actuated by a fine sense of +poetic euphony, and in selecting her victims she was guided +by a ‘damnable’ discrimination.</p> + +<p>‘Annette,’ as we will now call her, was a human riddle, +and she illustrates for the millionth time the trite adage that +‘Truth is stranger than Fiction,’ besides which she presents +the world with an object lesson in the study of the occult.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="III">III<br> + +THE CORPSE LIGHT</h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">My</span> name is John Patmore Lindsay. By profession I am +a medical man, and a Fellow of the Royal College of +Surgeons, and Member of the Royal College of Physicians, +London. I am also the author of numerous medical works, +the best known, perhaps, being ‘How to Keep in Good +Health and Live Long.’ I was educated at one of the +large public schools, and took my degree at Oxford. I +have generally been regarded as ‘a hard-headed man,’ and +sceptical about all phenomena that were not capable of +being explained by rational and known laws. Mysticism, +occultism, spiritualism, and the like only served to excite +my ridicule; and I entertained anything but a flattering +opinion of those people who professed belief in such things. +I was pleased to think it argued a weakness of mind.</p> + +<p>I have referred to the few foregoing facts about myself +because I wish to make it clear that I do not belong to that +class of nervous and excitable people who fall a prey to their +own fancies; conjure up shapes and scenes out of their +imaginings, and then vow and declare that they have been +confronted with stern realities. What I am about to relate +is so marvellous, so weird and startling, that I am fain to +begin my story in a half apologetic way; and even now, as +I dwell upon it all, I wonder why I of all men should have +been subjected to the unnatural and unearthly influence. +But so it is, and though in a sense I am only half convinced, +I no longer scoff when somebody reminds me that there is +more in heaven and earth than is dreamt of in our philosophy.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span>But to my story, and when it is told the reader can +judge for himself how powerful must have been the effect of +what I witnessed, when it could induce a man of my mental +fibre to commit to paper so astounding a narrative as the +one I now pen. It is about twenty years ago that I took +up a practice in the old-fashioned and picturesque little town +of Brinton-on-sea. At that time there was no railway into +Brinton, the nearest station being some seven or eight miles +away. The result was, the town still retained a delightful +old-time air, while the people were as primitive and old-fashioned +as their town. Nevertheless, Brinton was far +ahead of its neighbours, and, though in a purely agricultural +district, was enterprising and business-like, while its weekly +Tuesday market brought an enormous influx of the population +of the district for miles around, and very large sums of +money changed hands. Being the chief town of the parish, +and boasting of a very curious and ancient church, and a +still more ancient market cross, to say nothing of several +delightful old hostelries, and a small though excellent +museum of local curiosities, consisting principally of Roman +remains and fossils, for which the district was renowned, it +attracted not only the antiquary and the gourmand, but +artists, tourists, and lovers of the picturesque, as well as +those in search of quietude and repose. The nearest village +was High Lea, about three miles away. Between the two +places was a wide sweep of magnificent rolling down, +delightful at all times, but especially so in the summer. +Many an ancient farmhouse was dotted about, with here +and there a windmill. The down on the seaside terminated +in a high headland, from which a splendid lighthouse sent +forth its warning beams over the fierce North Sea. Second +only in conspicuousness to this lighthouse was an old and +half-ruined windmill, known all over the country side as +‘The Haunted Mill.’</p> + +<p>When I first went to live in Brinton this mill early +attracted my attention, for it was one of the most picturesque +old places of its kind I had ever seen; and as I had some +artistic instincts, and could sketch with, as my too flattering<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span> +friends said, ‘no mean ability,’ the haunted mill appealed to +me. It stood on rising ground, close to the high-road +that ran between Brinton and High Lea. I gathered that +there had been some dispute about the ownership, and, as +is usually the case, the suckers of the harpies of the law had +fastened upon it, so to speak, and drained all its vitality +away after the manner of lawyers generally. The old-fashioned, +legal luminaries of the country were a slow-going +set, and for over a quarter of a century that disputed claim +had remained unsettled; and during that long period the +old mill had been gradually falling into ruin. The foundations +had from some cause sunk, throwing the main building +out of the perpendicular. Part of the roof had fallen in, +and the fierce gales of a quarter of a century had battered +the sails pretty well to match-wood. A long flight of +wooden steps led up to the principal door, but these steps +had rotted away in places, and the door itself had partly +fallen inwards. Needless to say, this mill had become the +home of bats and owls, and, according to the yokels, of +something more fearsome than either. It was a forlorn and +mournful-looking place, anyway, even in the full blaze +of sunshine; but seen in moonlight its appearance was +singularly weird, and well calculated to beget in the rustic +mind a feeling of horror, and to produce a creepy and +uncanny sensation in anyone susceptible to the influence of +<i>outre</i> appearances. To me it did not appeal in any of these +aspects. I saw in it only subject matter for an exceedingly +effective picture, and yet I am bound to confess that even +when transferred to board or canvas there was a certain +grim suggestiveness of things uncanny, and I easily understood +how the superstitious and unreasoning rustic mind +was awed into a belief that this mouldering old mill was +haunted by something more creepy and harrowing than bats +and owls. Anyway, I heard wonderful tales, at which I +laughed, and when I learned that the country people +generally gave the mill a wide berth at night, I blamed +them for their stupidity. But it was a fact that worthy, +and in other respects intelligent, farmers and market folk<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span> +coming or going between Brinton and High Lea after dark +preferred the much longer and dangerous route by the sea +cliffs, even in the wildest weather.</p> + +<p>I have dwelt thus long on the ‘Haunted Mill’ because +it bulks largely in my story, as will presently be seen, and I +came in time to regard it with scarcely less awe than the +rustics did.</p> + +<p>It was during the second year of my residence in +Brinton that a young man named Charles Royce came +home after having been absent at sea for three years. +Royce’s people occupied Gorse Hill Farm, about two miles +to the south of Brinton. Young Charley, a fine, handsome, +but rather wild youngster, had, it appears, fallen desperately +in love with Hannah Trowzell, who was a domestic in the +employ of the Rector of the parish. But Charley’s people +did not approve of his choice, and, thinking to cure him, +packed him off to sea, and after an absence of three years +and a month the young fellow, bronzed, hearty, more +rollicking and handsome than ever, returned to his native +village. I had known nothing of Charles Royce or his +history up to the day of his return; but it chanced on that +very day I had to pay a professional visit to the Rectory, +and the Rector pressed me to lunch with him. Greatly +interested in all his parishioners, and knowing something of +the private history of most of the families in his district, the +rev. gentleman very naturally fell to talking about young +Royce, and he told me the story, adding, ‘Hannah is a +good girl, and I think it’s rather a pity Charley’s people +objected to his courting her. I believe she would have +made him a capital wife.’</p> + +<p>‘Has she given him up entirely?’ I asked.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, yes, and is engaged to Silas Hartrop, whose father +owns the fishing smack the “North Sea Beauty.” I’ve +never had a very high opinion of Silas. I’m afraid he is a +little too fond of skittles and beer. However, Hannah +seems determined to have him in spite of anything I can +say, so she must take her course. But I hope she will be +able to reform him, and that the marriage will be a happy<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span> +one. I really shouldn’t be a bit surprised, however, if the +girl took up with her old lover again, for I have reason to +know she was much attached to him, and I fancy Charley, +if he were so minded, could easily influence her to throw +Silas overboard.’</p> + +<p>This little story of love and disappointment naturally +interested me, for in a country town the affairs of one’s +neighbours are matter of greater moment than is the case +in a big city.</p> + +<p>So it came to pass that a few weeks after Charley’s +return it was pretty generally known that, even as the +Rector had suggested it might be, young Royce and pretty +Hannah Trowzell were spooning again, and Silas had +virtually been told to go about his business. It was further +known that Silas had taken his dismissal so much to heart +that he had been seeking consolation in the beer-pot. Of +course, folk talked a good deal, and most of them sympathised +with Silas, and blamed Hannah. Very soon it began to be +bruited about that Royce’s people no longer opposed any +objections to the wooing, and that in consequence Hannah +and Charley were to become husband and wife at Christmas, +that was in about seven weeks’ time. A month of the time +had passed, and the ‘askings’ were up in the parish church, +when one day there went forth a rumour that Charles +Royce was missing. Rumour took a more definite shape +a few hours later when it was positively stated that two +nights previously Charles had left his father’s house in high +spirits and the best of health to visit Hannah, and walk with +her, as she was going into the town to make some purchases. +On his way he called at the ‘Two Waggoners,’ a wayside +inn, where he had a pint of beer and purchased an ounce of +tobacco. From the time he left the inn, all trace of him +was lost, and he was seen no more. Hannah waited his +coming until long past the appointed hour, and when he +failed to put in an appearance, she became angry and went +off to the town by herself. Next day her anger gave place +to anxiety when she learnt that he had left his home to visit +her, and had not since returned; and anxiety became alarm<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span> +when two and three days slipped by without bringing any +tidings of the truant. On the night that he left his home, +the weather was very tempestuous, and it had been wild and +stormy since. It was therefore suggested that on leaving +the ‘Two Waggoners’ he might have got confused when +he reached the common, which he had to cross to get to +the Rectory; and as there were several pools and treacherous +hollows on the common, it was thought he had come to +grief, but the most diligent search failed to justify the +surmise.</p> + +<p>Such an event as this was well calculated to cause a +sensation, not only in Brinton and its neighbourhood, but +throughout the county. Indeed, for many days it was a +common topic of conversation, and at the Brinton weekly +market the farmers and the rustics dwelt upon it to the +exclusion of other things; and, of course, everybody, or +nearly everybody, had some wonderful theory of his or her +own to account for the missing man’s disappearance. One +old lady, who every week for twenty years had trudged in +from a village five miles off with poultry and eggs for the +Brinton market, declared her belief that young Royce had +been spirited away, and she recommended an appeal to a +wondrous wise woman, locally known as ‘Cracked Moll,’ +but whose reputation for solving mysteries and discovering +lost persons and things was very great. Ultimately Royce’s +people did call in the services of this ancient fraud, but +without any result. And despite wide publicity and +every effort on the part of the rural and county police, to +say nothing of a hundred and one amateur detectives, the +mystery remained unsolved. Charles Royce had apparently +disappeared from off the face of the earth, leaving not a trace +behind.</p> + +<p>In the process of time the nine days’ wonder gave place +to something else, and excepting by those directly interested +in him, Charles Royce was forgotten. Hannah took the +matter very seriously to heart, and for a while lay dangerously +ill. Silas Hartrop, who was much affected by his disappointment +with regard to Hannah, went to the dogs, as the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span> +saying is, and drank so heavily that it ended in an attack +of delirium tremens. I was called in to attend him, and +had hard work to pull him through. On his recovery his +father sent him to an uncle at Yarmouth, who was in the +fishing trade, and soon afterwards news came that young +Hartrop had been drowned at sea. He was out in the +North Sea in his uncle’s fishing smack, and, though nobody +saw him go, it was supposed that he fell overboard in the +night. This set the local tongues wagging again for a +time, but even the affairs of Brinton could not stand still +because the ne’er-do-weel Silas Hartrop was drowned. So +sympathy was expressed with his people, and then the affair +was dismissed.</p> + +<p>About two years later I received an urgent message late +one afternoon to hasten with all speed to High Lea, to +attend to the Squire there, who had been taken suddenly +and, as report said, seriously ill. I had had rather a heavy +day of it, as there had been a good deal of sickness about +for some time past, and it had taken me several hours to get +through my list of patients. I had just refreshed myself +with a cup of tea and was about to enjoy a cigar when the +messenger came. Telling him to ride back as quickly as +possible and say that I was coming, I busied myself with a +few important matters which had to be attended to, as I +might be absent for some hours, and then I ordered my +favourite mare, Princess, to be saddled.</p> + +<p>I set off from Brinton soon after seven. It was a +November night, bitterly cold, dark as Erebus, while every +now and then violent squalls swept the land from seaward. +Princess knew the road well, so I gave the mare her head, +and she went splendidly until we reached the ruined mill, +when suddenly she wheeled round with such abruptness +that, though I was a good horseman, I was nearly pitched +from the saddle. At the same moment I was struck in the +face by something that seemed cold and clammy. I thought +at first it was a bat, but remembered that bats do not fly in +November; an owl, but an owl would not have felt cold +and clammy. However, I had little time for thought, as<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span> +my attention had to be given to the mare. She seemed +disposed to bolt, and was trembling with fear. Then, to my +intense astonishment, I noticed what seemed to be a large +luminous body lying on the roadway. It had the appearance +of a corpse illuminated in some wonderful and mysterious +manner. Had it not been for the fright of my mare I +should have thought I was the victim of some optical +delusion; but Princess evidently saw the weird object, and +refused to pass it. So impressed was I with the idea that a +real and substantial body was lying on the road, notwithstanding +the strange unearthly light, that I slipped from the +saddle, intending to investigate the matter, when suddenly +it disappeared, and the cold and clammy <i>something</i> again +struck me in the face.</p> + +<p>I confess that for the first time in my life I felt a +strange, nervous, unaccountable fear. I say ‘unaccountable’ +because it would have been difficult for me to have +given any explanation of my fear. Why and of what was +I afraid? Now, whatever the phenomenon was, there was +the hard, stern fact to face that my horse had seen what I +had seen, and was terrified. There was something strangely +uncanny about the whole business, and when a terrific +squall, bringing with it sleet and rain, came howling from +the sea, it seemed to emphasise the uncanniness, and the +ruined mill, looming gaunt and grim in the darkness, caused +me to shake with an involuntary shudder. The next moment +I was trying to laugh myself out of my nervousness. ‘Princess +and I,’ I mentally argued, ‘have been the victims of some +atmospheric delusion.’ That was all very well, but the +<i>something</i> cold and clammy that struck me in the face, and +which <i>may</i> have struck the mare in the face also, was no +atmospheric delusion. With an alacrity I did not often +display, I sprang into the saddle, spoke some encouraging +words to the mare, for she was still trembling, and when she +bounded forward, and the haunted mill was behind me, I +experienced a positive sense of relief.</p> + +<p>I found my patient at High Lea in a very bad way. He +was suffering from an attack of apoplexy, and though I used<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> +all my skill on his behalf he passed away towards midnight. +His wife very kindly offered me a bed for the night, but as +I had important matters to attend to early in the morning +I declined the hospitality, though I was thankful for a glass +or two of generous port wine and some sandwiches. It was +half-past twelve when I left the house on my return journey. +The incident by the haunted mill had been put out of my +head by the case I had been called upon to attend, but as I +mounted my mare the groom, who had brought her round +from the stable, said, ‘It be a bad night, doctor, for riding; +the kind o’ night when dead things come out o’ their +graves.’</p> + +<p>I laughed, and replied:</p> + +<p>‘Tom, lad, I am surprised to hear you talk such rubbish. +I thought you had more sense than that.’</p> + +<p>‘Well, I tell ’ee what, doctor; if I had to ride to Brinton +to-night I’d go by the cliffs and chance being drowned, rather +than pass yon old mill.’</p> + +<p>These words for the moment unnerved me, and I honestly +confess that I resolved to go by the cliffs, dangerous as the +road was in the dark. Nevertheless, I laughed at Tom’s +fears, and ridiculed him, though when I left the squire’s +grounds I turned the mare’s head towards the cliffs. In a +few minutes I was ridiculing myself.</p> + +<p>‘John Patmore Lindsay,’ I mentally exclaimed, ‘you are +a fool. All your life you have been ridiculing stories of the +supernatural, and now, at your time of life, are you going +to allow yourself to be frightened by a bogey? Shame on +you.’</p> + +<p>I bucked up, grew bold, and thereupon altered my course, +and got into the high-road again.</p> + +<p>There had been a slight improvement in the weather. +It had ceased to rain, but the wind had settled down into a +steady gale, and screeched and screamed over the moorland +with a demoniacal fury. The darkness, however, was not +so intense as it was, and a star here and there was visible +through the torn clouds. But it was an eerie sort of night, +and I was strangely impressed with a sense of my loneliness.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span> +It was absolutely unusual for me to feel like this, and I +suggested to myself that my nerves were a little unstrung +by overwork and the anxiety the squire’s illness had caused +me. And so I rode on, bowing my head to the storm, +while the mare stepped out well, and I anticipated that in +little more than half an hour I should be snug in bed. As +we got abreast of the haunted mill the mare once more +gibbed, and all but threw me, and again I was struck in the +face by the cold clammy <i>something</i>.</p> + +<p>I have generally prided myself on being a bold man, but +my boldness had evaporated now, and I almost think my +hair rose on end as I observed that the illuminated corpse +was lying in the roadway again; but now it appeared to be +surrounded by a lake of blood. It was the most horrible, +weird, marrow-curdling sight that ever human eyes looked +upon. I tried to urge Princess forward, but she was stricken +with terror, and, wheeling right round, was setting off +towards High Lea again. But once more I was struck in +the face by the invisible <i>something</i>, and its coldness and clamminess +made me shudder, while there in front of us lay the +corpse in the pool of blood. The mare reared and plunged, +but I got her head round, determining to make a wild +gallop for Brinton and leave the horrors of the haunted mill +behind. But the corpse was again in front of us, and I +shrank back almost appalled as the <i>something</i> once more +touched my face.</p> + +<p>I cannot hope to describe what my feelings were at +this supreme moment. I don’t believe anything human +could have daunted me; but I was confronted by a supernatural +mystery that not only terrified me but the mare I +was riding. Whichever way I turned, that awful, ghastly +object confronted me, and the blow in the face was repeated +again and again.</p> + +<p>How long I endured the unutterable horrors of the +situation I really don’t know. Possibly the time was +measured by brief minutes. It seemed to me hours. At +last my presence of mind returned. I dismounted, and +reasoned with myself that, whatever the apparition was, it had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span> +some import. I soothed the mare by patting her neck and +talking to her, and I determined then to try and find +a solution of the mystery. But now a more wonderful +thing happened. The corpse, which was still made visible +by the unearthly light, rose straight up, and as it did so +the blood seemed to flow away from it in great, gurgling +streams, for I solemnly declare that I distinctly heard +gurgling sounds. The figure glided past me, and a sense +of extraordinary coldness made me shiver. Slowly and +gracefully the shining corpse glided up the rotting steps of +the old mill, and disappeared through the doorway. No +sooner had it gone than the mill itself seemed to glow with +phosphorescent light, and to become transparent, and I +beheld a sight that took my breath away. I am disposed +to think that for some moments my brain became so +numbed that insensibility ensued, for I am conscious of a +blank. When the power of thought returned, I was still +holding the bridle of the mare, and she was cropping the +grass at her feet. The mill loomed blackly against the +night sky. It had resumed its normal appearance again. +The wind shrieked about it. The ragged scud raced +through the heavens, and the air was filled with the sounds +of the raging wind. At first I was inclined to doubt the +evidence of my own senses. I tried to reason myself into +a belief that my imagination had played me a trick; but I +didn’t succeed, although the mystery was too profound for +my fathoming. So I mounted the mare, urged her to her +fastest pace, galloped into Brinton, and entered my house +with a feeling of intense relief.</p> + +<p>Thoroughly exhausted by the prolonged physical and +mental strain I had endured, I speedily sank into a deep +though troubled slumber as soon as I got into bed. I was +unusually late in rising the next day. I found that I had +no appetite for breakfast. Indeed, I felt ill and out of +sorts; and, though I busied myself with my professional +duties, I was haunted by the strange incidents of the preceding +night. Never before in the whole course of my +career had I been so impressed, so unnerved, and so<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span> +dispirited. I wanted to believe that I was still as sceptical +as ever, but it was no use. What I had seen might have +been unearthly; but I <i>had seen it</i>, and it was no use trying +to argue myself out of that fact. The result was, in the +course of the afternoon I called on my old friend, Mr. +Goodyear, who was chief of the county constabulary. He +was a strong-minded man, and, like myself, a hardened +sceptic about all things that smacked of the supernatural.</p> + +<p>‘Goodyear,’ I said, ‘I’m out of sorts, and I want you +to humour a strange fancy I have. Bring one of your best +men, and come with me to the haunted mill. But first let +me exact from you a pledge of honour that, if our journey +should result in nothing, you will keep the matter secret, +as I am very sensitive to ridicule.’</p> + +<p>He looked at me in amazement, and then, as he burst +into a hearty laugh, exclaimed:</p> + +<p>‘I say, my friend, you are over-working yourself. It’s +time you got a <i>locum tenens</i>, and took a holiday.’</p> + +<p>I told him that I agreed with him; nevertheless, I +begged him to humour me, and accompany me to the mill. +At last he reluctantly consented to do so, and an hour later +we drove out of the town in my dog-cart. There were four +of us, as I took Peter, my groom, with me. We had provided +ourselves with lanterns, but Goodyear’s man and Peter +knew nothing of the object of our journey.</p> + +<p>When we got abreast of the mill I drew up, and giving +the reins to Peter, I alighted, and Goodyear did the same. +Taking him on one side, I said, ‘I have had a vision, and +unless I am the victim of incipient madness we shall find a +dead body in the mill.’</p> + +<p>The light of the dog-cart was shining full on his +face, and I saw the expression of alarm that my words +brought.</p> + +<p>‘Look here, old chap,’ he said in a cheery, kindly way, +as he put his arm through mine, ‘you are not going into +that mill, but straight home again. Come, now, get into +the cart, and don’t let’s have any more of this nonsense.’</p> + +<p>I felt disposed to yield to him, and had actually placed my<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> +foot on the step to mount, when I staggered back and exclaimed—</p> + +<p>‘My God! am I going mad, or is this a reality?’</p> + +<p>Once again I had been struck in the face by the cold +clammy <i>something</i>; and I saw Goodyear suddenly clap his +hand to his face as he cried out—‘Hullo, what the deuce is +that?’</p> + +<p>‘Aha,’ I exclaimed exultantly, for I no longer thought +my brain was giving way, ‘you have felt it too?’</p> + +<p>‘Well, something cold and nasty-like struck me in the +face. A bat, I expect. Confound ’em.</p> + +<p>‘Bats don’t fly at this time of the year,’ I replied.</p> + +<p>‘By Jove, no more they do.’</p> + +<p>I approached him, and said in a low tone—</p> + +<p>‘Goodyear, this is a mystery beyond our solving. I am +resolved to go into that mill.’</p> + +<p>He was a brave man, though for a moment or two he +hesitated; but on my insisting he consented to humour me, +and so we lit the lantern, and leaving the groom in charge +of the horse and trap, I, Goodyear, and his man made our +way with difficulty up the rotting steps, which were slimy +and sodden with wet. As we entered the mill an extraordinary +scene of desolation and ruin met our gaze as we +flashed the light of the lantern about. In places the floor +had broken away, leaving yawning chasms of blackness. +From the mouldering rafters huge festoons of cobwebs hung. +The accumulated dust and dampness of years had given +them the appearance of cords. And oh, how the wind +moaned eerily through the rifts and crannies and broken +windows! If ever there was a place on this earth where +evil spirits might dwell it was surely that ghoul-haunted +old mill. The startling aspect of the place impressed us +all, perhaps me more than the other two. We advanced +gingerly, for the floor was so rotten we were afraid it would +crumble beneath our feet.</p> + +<p>My companions were a little bewildered, I think, and +were evidently at a loss to know what we had come there +for. But some strange feeling impelled me to seek for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span> +something; though if I had been asked to define that something, +for the life of me I could not have done it. Forward +I went, however, taking the lead, and holding the lantern +above my head so that its rays might fall afar. But they +revealed nothing save the rotting floor and slimy walls. A +ladder led to the upper storey, and I expressed my intention +of mounting it. Goodyear tried to dissuade me, but I was +resolute, and led the way. The ladder was so creaky and +fragile that it was not safe for more than one to be on it at +a time. When I reached the second floor and drew myself +up through the trap, I am absolutely certain I heard a sigh. +You may say it was the wind. I swear it was not. The +wind was moaning drearily enough, but the sigh was a distinctive +note, and unmistakable. As I turned the lantern +round so that its light might sweep every hole and corner +of the place, I noticed what seemed to be a sack full of something +lying in a corner. I approached and touched it with +my foot, and drew back in alarm, for touch and sound told +me it contained neither corn nor chaff. I waited until my +companions had joined me. Then I said to Goodyear, +‘Unless I am mistaken there is something dreadful in that +sack.’</p> + +<p>He stooped and placed his hand on the sack, and I saw +him start back. In another moment he recovered himself, +and whipping out his knife cut the string which fastened +up the mouth of the sack, and revealed a human skull with +the hair and shrivelled mummified flesh still adhering to it.</p> + +<p>‘Great heavens!’ he exclaimed, ‘here is a human body.’</p> + +<p>We held a hurried conversation, and decided to leave the +ghastly thing undisturbed until the morrow. So we scuttled +down as fast as we could, and went home. I did not return +to the mill again myself. My part had been played. Investigation +made it absolutely certain that the mouldering +remains were those of poor Charley Royce, and it was no +less absolutely certain that he had been foully murdered. +For not only was there a bullet-hole in the skull, and a +bullet inside, but his throat had been cut. It was murder +horrible and damnable. The verdict of the coroner’s jury<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span> +pronounced it murder, but there was no evidence to prove +who had done the deed. Circumstances, however, pointed +to Charley’s rival, Silas Hartrop. Was it a guilty conscience +that drove him to drink? And did the Furies who avenge +such deeds impel him on that dark and stormy night in the +North Sea to end the torture of his accursed earthly life? +Who can tell? The sea holds its secrets, and not a scrap of +legal evidence could be obtained. But though the law +declined the responsibility of fixing the guilt of the dark deed +on Silas, there was a consensus of opinion that he was the +guilty party. It was a mystery, but the greatest mystery of +all was that I, the sceptic, should have been selected by some +supernatural power to be the instrument for bringing the foul +crime to light. For myself, I attempt no explanation. I +have told a true story. Let those who can explain it. I +admit now that ‘there are more things in heaven and earth +than are dreamt of in our philosophy.’</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">IV<br> + +‘RED LILY’</h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">On</span> one of the wildest nights for which the Bay of Biscay +is notorious, the sailing ship ‘Sirocco’ was ploughing her way +under close-reefed topsails across that stormy sea. The +‘Sirocco’ was a large, full-rigged vessel, bound from Bombay +towards England, her destination being London. She had +a mixed cargo, though a large percentage of it was +composed of jute. Four months had passed since she +cleared from her port of lading, and was towed out of the +beautiful harbour of Bombay in a dead calm. For many +days after the tug left her the ‘Sirocco’ did nothing but +drift with the current. She was as ‘a painted ship upon a +painted ocean.’ No breath came out of the sultry heavens +to waft her towards her haven in far-away England. It +was a bad beginning to the voyage. The time was about +the middle of August, and all on board were anxiously +looking forward to reaching their destination in time to +spend Christmas at home. But as August wore out and +September came in, and still the horrid calms continued, +pleasant anticipations gave place to despair, for many a +thousand leagues of watery wastes had to be sailed before +the white cliffs of Albion would gladden the eyes of +the wanderers.</p> + +<p>The crew of the vessel numbered sixty hands all told, +and in addition there were twenty saloon passengers. With +two of these passengers we have now to deal. The one +is a fair young girl, slender, tall, and delicate. She is<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> +exceedingly pretty. Her features are regular and delicately +chiselled. Her hair is a soft, wavy, golden brown, and +her brown eyes are as liquid and gentle as a fawn’s. The +pure whiteness of her neck and temples is contrasted by the +most exquisite tinge of rose colour in the cheeks, which +puts, as it were, a finish upon a perfect picture. The +whiteness of her skin, the delicate flush in the face, the +brown, flossy hair, the tall, slender, graceful figure were all +so suggestive of the purest of flowers that her friends for +many years had called her ‘Red Lily.’ Her name was +Lily Hetherington, and she yet wanted some months to the +completion of her twenty-first birthday. Lily was the +daughter of an officer of the Hon. East India Company’s +Service—his only daughter, and by him worshipped. For +many years he had been stationed in India, and at last, +seeing no chance of returning to his wife and family, which +consisted of two sons in addition to the girl, he requested +them to join him in the East. This request was quickly +and gladly complied with, and Mrs. Hetherington and her +children started on their journey. Mr. Hetherington at +that time was well off, for he had invested all his savings in +the Agra and Masterman Bank, and held shares to a large +amount in the concern, the stability of which, at that +period, no one would have dared to have doubted. Indian +officers throughout India swore by it, and they congratulated +themselves, as they entrusted their hard won money to the +Bank, that they were making splendid provision for their +wives and children when those wives and children should +become widows and orphans.</p> + +<p>As Mr. Hetherington possessed considerable influence +he had no difficulty in quickly procuring his sons suitable +appointments. Fond as he was of his lads, who were aged +respectively twenty-two and twenty-four, his love for them +was as nothing when compared with that he bore for his +beautiful daughter, his ‘Bonnie Red Lily,’ as he called her. +Nor was Lily less fond of her father. She was a mere child +when he left England, but she had never forgotten him, +and never a mail left but it bore from Lily a long and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span> +loving epistle to the lonely officer, who was bravely doing +his duty in the distant eastern land.</p> + +<p>One day, soon after her arrival, Mr. Hetherington said +to his daughter as they sat in the verandah of the +bungalow, ‘Lily, my pet, I have got a little surprise for +you.’</p> + +<p>‘Have you, pa dear; and pray what is it?’ she +answered. ‘You are such a dear, good kind papa that you +are always giving me pleasant surprises.’</p> + +<p>‘Well, yes, of course, I like to give you pleasant surprises, +but this one is different from any of the others,’ he +returned with a smile, at the same time stroking her soft +brown hair, and looking proudly into her beautiful face.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, do tell me what it is,’ she exclaimed, as he paused +in a tantalising way; ‘do you hear, pa? Don’t keep me in +suspense.’</p> + +<p>‘Restrain that woman’s curiosity of yours, my darling, +and don’t be impatient.’</p> + +<p>‘I declare you are awfully wicked, papa,’ she returned, +with a pretty pout of her red lips. ‘Tell me instantly what +it is. I demand to know.’</p> + +<p>‘And so you shall,’ he answered, as he kissed her fondly +and patted her head. ‘To-morrow, then, I have a visitor +coming to stay with us for a week or two.’</p> + +<p>‘Indeed. Is it a lady or gentleman?’</p> + +<p>‘A gentleman.’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, do tell me what he’s like.’</p> + +<p>‘Well, well, you are a little Miss Curious,’ Mr. +Hetherington laughed heartily as he blew a cloud of blue +smoke from his cigar into the stagnant air. ‘Not to keep +you in suspense any longer, then, the name of my visitor is +Dick Fenton, Richard Cronmire Joyce Fenton, to give +him his full name. He is a year or two your senior, and a +fine, handsome, manly young fellow to boot.’</p> + +<p>‘Indeed,’ muttered Lily, thoughtfully, as she fancied +that her father’s words had a hidden meaning.</p> + +<p>‘Yes. His father was a very old friend of mine, and +we saw long service together. He died some four or five<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> +years ago, but before dying he made me promise I would +look after his boy, who was an only child and motherless. +Of course, I gladly gave this promise, and have sacredly +carried it out.’</p> + +<p>‘Ah, what a good, kind, generous man you are,’ Lily +said, as she nestled closer to him, and tightened her little +white fingers round his brown, hairy hand.</p> + +<p>‘I saw there was stuff in the lad, and I took to him +almost as if he had been my own son. Unfortunately, my +good friend Fenton died poor, and was only enabled to leave +three thousand pounds, for which he had insured his life, +for his son’s education. I succeeded in getting Dick into +one of the Company’s training establishments, and the +marked ability he displayed very soon pushed him forward, +and having gone through his cadetship with honour and +credit, he was appointed a year ago to what in time will be +a most lucrative post. I have watched the lad closely, and +seen with pride the many noble qualities he possesses, and I +have no doubt at all he will distinguish himself. During +the years that he has been my <i>protégé</i> I have constantly said +to myself, “If my Lily should like Dick, and Dick should +like my Lily, they shall be man and wife.”’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, papa!’ exclaimed Lily, as the beautiful tinge in +her face deepened to scarlet, that spread to her neck and +temples.</p> + +<p>‘Why, my darling, why do you blush so? It is surely +every honest woman’s desire to become a wife, and I am +very anxious to see you comfortably married before I die. +Men go off very suddenly in this treacherous country, and +I am well worn with service, and cannot hope to last much +longer. But, understand me, Lily, pet, your own will and +womanly instincts must guide you in this matter. I shall +not seek to influence you in any way, and if you have +already given your heart to another, if he is an honest and +worthy man, even though he be poor as a church mouse, I +shall not offer the slightest opposition to your wishes. It is +your future happiness I study, and I am not selfish enough +to attempt to coerce you into an objectionable union.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span>Lily rose and twined her arms round her father’s neck, +and pressing her soft, white face to his bronzed cheeks, said:</p> + +<p>‘My dear, dear father, I have not given my heart to anyone, +and your wishes are mine.’</p> + +<p>On the morrow Fenton duly arrived at Mr. Hetherington’s +bungalow. He had travelled by dawk from a station +near Calcutta; and when he had refreshed himself with a +bath, and made himself presentable, Hetherington took him +on one side, and said:</p> + +<p>‘Dick, lad, I have repeatedly spoken to you about my +daughter, and before I introduce you to her, let me say that +I shall be proud to have you as a son-in-law, providing that +there is the most perfect reciprocal feeling between you and +my Lily. I am not a man of many words, and I will content +myself with remarking that your father was the very +soul of honour. Never disgrace him, and never betray the +confidence I repose in you.’</p> + +<p>‘Do not doubt me, sir,’ said Dick. ‘I am indebted to +you for everything, and I should be base if I did anything +that could inflict pain upon you or yours.’</p> + +<p>‘Bravely said, my boy. God prosper you. Win Lily +if you can; but win her as a man should.’</p> + +<p>Hetherington had previously made known his wishes to +his wife, and she had readily acquiesced in them.</p> + +<p>Fenton was, as his guardian had described him, a fine, +manly, handsome young fellow. His frank, open bearing +was well calculated to find favour with women, even if he +had not been possessed of good looks.</p> + +<p>Hetherington and his wife watched the young people +narrowly, and they soon saw that a mutual liking for each +other was springing up, and before Dick’s leave of two +months had expired he and Lily were betrothed, while the +bond between them was that of the most perfect love.</p> + +<p>Dick returned to his station, and Mr. and Mrs. Hetherington +congratulated themselves on having, so far as they +were able, provided for their daughter’s future, a future that +seemed likely to be one of unclouded happiness. ‘L’homme +propose, et Dieu dispose,’ says the French proverb, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span> +never was the proverb more fully borne out than in this +case. Within six months of Dick’s return to his duties, all +civilised India was shocked to its inmost heart by a terrific +commercial convulsion—for so only can it be described. +Through the length and breadth of the land, the fearful +rumour spread on the wings of the wind that the great +bank of Agra and Masterman had broken. Men stood +aghast, and women paled with fright, for, to hundreds and +thousands of households in all parts of the world, it meant +utter ruin, as many and many a one at the present day +knows to his bitter cost. Many a widow living in poverty +now might have reposed in the lap of luxury, and many a +young man and woman, now in ignorance and want, might +have been otherwise but for this cruel collapse of the great +banking firm. It was so essentially an Indian bank, a depository +for the earnings of Indian servants of the Company, +that it affected a class of people who for the most part had +been tenderly nurtured and led to believe that they occupied, +and were destined to occupy so long as they might live, a +good position in life, and to take their stand among the +great middle class of society.</p> + +<p>At first men doubted the rumour, but soon the awful +truth became too apparent to be longer questioned, and those +who had grown grey and feeble beneath the burning Indian +sun saw now that their few remaining days must be passed +in poverty and misery. It was bitter, very bitter, but it +was fate, and could not be averted.</p> + +<p>Amongst the greatest sufferers was Mr. Hetherington. +He had invested, one way and another, nearly one hundred +thousand pounds in that bank, and now every penny piece +was gone. The shock came upon him with great severity. +His health had long been failing, and he had looked forward +with great eagerness to retiring from the service in another +year and ‘going home’ with his family. But that was +never to be now. For a time he was stunned. He tried to +bear up against the blow, but he was only human; his brain +gave way, and in a moment of temporary aberration he shot +himself.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span>This new grief almost crushed the unhappy widow and +her family. Fortunately ‘the boys’ had good appointments +that held out every promise of improvement, but their +incomes at that time were scarcely sufficient for their own +needs, though they generously curtailed their expenses in +every way in order to contribute towards the support of +their sister and mother.</p> + +<p>The shock of her father’s death threw Lily into a +dangerous illness, and for some time her life was threatened; +but there was one who never lost an opportunity of cheering +her with his love, and that was Dick Fenton.</p> + +<p>When she was convalescent she one day said to him:</p> + +<p>‘Dick, I have something to say to you.’</p> + +<p>‘Nothing very serious, darling,’ he answered, laughingly.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, very serious. When I was first engaged to you +my father was considered to be a wealthy man, and I understand +that he promised you that my dowry should be something +handsome. That is all changed now. We are +ruined, and my dear father is in his grave. Under these +circumstances I can no longer hold you to your engagement, +and therefore release you from every promise. You must +give me up and seek for someone better suited for you than +I am.’</p> + +<p>She fairly broke down here, and burst into violent weeping. +Dick’s arm stole around her waist, he pressed her +head to his breast, and, whispering softly to her said, with +deep earnestness:</p> + +<p>‘Lily, there is one thing, and only one thing, that shall +break our engagement.’</p> + +<p>‘What is that?’ she stammered between her sobs.</p> + +<p>‘The death of one of us!’ he answered, with strong +emphasis.</p> + +<p>She needed no further assurance. There was that in his +manner and tone that convinced more than words could +possibly have done. And so, save for the shadow which +hung over the little household, she would have been perfectly +happy.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span>A year went by and Mrs. Hetherington still lingered in +India, for she did not like to leave her sons; but failing +health at length rendered it necessary that she should return +to England. At this time Dick had just been granted two +years’ leave of absence, and he urged Lily to become his +wife before they left India, as he too was going home. She +had asked him, however, to postpone the event, and made a +solemn promise that the wedding should take place on +Christmas Day, adding:</p> + +<p>‘It is not long to wait, dear. It is now the middle of +July, and, as we sail in a fortnight, the vessel is sure to be +home by that time. Besides, I am so fond of Christmas. +It is so full of solemn and purifying associations, and a fitting +season for a man and woman to take upon themselves the +responsibility of the marriage state. A wedding on Christmas +Day brings good luck. Of course you will say this is stupid +superstition. So it may be, but I am a woman, and you +must let me have my way.’</p> + +<p>Pressing his lips to hers, he made answer:</p> + +<p>‘And so you shall, my own Red Lily; but, remember, +come what may, you’ll be my wife on Christmas Day.’</p> + +<p>‘Come what may, I will be your wife on Christmas +Day,’ she returned solemnly.</p> + +<p>August arrived, and Dick, Lily, and Mrs. Hetherington +were passengers on board the good ship ‘Sirocco.’ Their +fellow-passengers were a miscellaneous lot, and included +several Indian officers, a planter or two, a clergyman, and +some merchants, who, having amassed fortunes, were going +home to end their days.</p> + +<p>The second officer of the ‘Sirocco’ was a young man, of +about eight or nine-and-twenty, Alfred Cornell. He was a +wild, reckless, daring fellow, with a splendid physique. His +hair was almost black, his eyes the very darkest shade of +brown, and small, keen, and piercing as a hawk’s. In those +eyes the character of the man was written. For somehow they +seemed to suggest a vain, heartless, selfish, vindictive nature, +and the firm lips told of an iron will. He was every inch +a sailor, bold as a lion, and a magnificent swimmer. The<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span> +crew, however, hated him, for he was the hardest of task-masters, +but was an especial favourite with the captain, +as such men generally are, for he was perfect in every department +of his profession, and the sailors under his control +were kept to their duties with an iron hand.</p> + +<p>About this man—Alfred Cornell—there was something +that amounted almost to weirdness. The strange, keen eyes +exercised a sort of fascination over some people. This was +especially the case with women. In fact, he made a boast +that he had never yet seen the woman he could not subdue. +From the moment that he and Dick Fenton stood face to +face a mutual dislike sprang up in their hearts for each +other. Dick could not exactly tell why he did not take to +the man, but he had an instinctive dislike for him. The fact +was there, the cause was not easy to determine, but instincts +are seldom wrong. The moment that Alfred Cornell and +Lily Hetherington met each other a shadow fell upon +her, and a devil came into his heart. She had an instinctive +dread of him, and yet felt fascinated. He thought to +himself:</p> + +<p>‘By heavens, that’s a splendid girl, and I’ll win her if I +die for it.’</p> + +<p>For the first week or two he paid her no more than the +most ordinary attentions, and the dread she at first felt for +him began to wear off; she could not help admitting to +herself that he was certainly handsome and attractive. The +pet name by which she was known amongst her family—the +Red Lily—soon leaked out on board, as such things +will, and the passengers with whom she was most intimate +frequently addressed her in this style by way of compliment, +for she was a favourite with them all, and her beauty was a +theme of admiration amongst the men, even the ladies +could not help but admit that she <i>was</i> ‘good-looking,’ +though they said spiteful things about her, as women will +say of each other. Alfred Cornell had never addressed her +in any other way but as ‘Miss Hetherington’; but one +morning, when the ship was in the tropics, she had gone +on deck very early to see the sun rise. The heat in the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span> +cabins was so great that she could not sleep, and as the +sailors had just finished holy-stoning and washing down she +had thrown a loose robe over her shoulders and gone quietly +on to the poop. It was Cornell’s watch, but in all probability +she did not know that at the time. It was a very +long poop, and save for the man at the wheel not a soul +was to be seen. The sea was oily in its calmness, and the +sky was aflame with the most gorgeous colours, such colours +as can be nowhere seen save in the tropics, and only then +when the sun with regal pomp and splendour commences to +rise. The sails hung in heavy folds against the masts, and +there was a rhythmical kind of motion in the ship as she rose +and fell ever so gently to the light swell which even in the +calmest ocean is never absent. Lily leaned pensively against +the mizzen rigging, gazing thoughtfully across the sleeping +sea to where the gold, and amethyst, and purples, and +scarlets were blended together in one blaze of dazzling +colour. Suddenly she was startled by a voice speaking in a +subdued tone close to her ear, and which said:</p> + +<p>‘The Red Lily is up early this morning.’</p> + +<p>She recognised the voice as that of Cornell, and turning +quickly round said, with much dignity:</p> + +<p>‘Excuse me, sir, I am Miss Hetherington to you.’</p> + +<p>‘Miss Hetherington,’ he answered, strongly emphasising +the words. ‘I beg your pardon, but the pretty name +so fits you that I made bold to use it. I trust I have not +offended you.’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, no,’ she said, as she averted her gaze from his +piercing eyes, for she felt like a bird before the fabled +basilisk. She would have rushed away, but was spellbound. +The strange man held her in a thrall.</p> + +<p>‘How charming you look this morning,’ he remarked. +‘Why, you put even the glory of the sunrise to +shame.’</p> + +<p>‘Really, Mr. Cornell,’ she exclaimed indignantly, and +blushing to the very roots of her hair, ‘you insult me by +such extravagant and stupid compliments. I don’t like men +who talk nonsense, and think that all a girl wants is to be<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span> +flattered. Of course plenty of empty headed girls do, but +I’m not one of them.’</p> + +<p>‘Don’t be angry with me, please; I am sincere. Can +the wretched moth that flutters into the flame of the candle +help itself? Not a bit of it. You would pity the moth; +why not pity me?’</p> + +<p>‘This is audacity, Mr. Cornell, and I will complain to +the captain about you,’ she exclaimed as she made a movement +to go. But ever so lightly, and without any effort, +he touched her hand. What was the fearful magic of that +touch that she should thrill so? What was the power in +his voice that held her in a spell? She did not go, but +stood there. Her left hand resting on one of the rattlings of +the rigging, her right hanging down by her side, his large +powerful fingers touching hers, her head averted, for she felt +as if she dare not look at him.</p> + +<p>‘It is not in your nature to be cruel, Miss Hetherington’—he +spoke low, so that there should be no possibility of the +man at the wheel catching his words, though he was so far +off there was not much fear of that—‘why, then, should +you be cruel with me?’</p> + +<p>‘I am not cruel, but you are rude, very rude,’ she +answered with a voice that trembled from suppressed +emotion.</p> + +<p>‘I am <i>not</i> rude, and you <i>are</i> cruel,’ he returned, dwelling +deliberately on every word. ‘You are a beautiful young +woman, and I am a man. Surely I should be less than a +man if I failed to admire you? Do you not admire the +beauty of the sky there? why, then, should I do less than +you, though in your face I find more to admire than in those +glowing colours.’</p> + +<p>‘If you do not instantly leave me I will call out for +assistance,’ she said. She felt faint and powerless, and as +though she would certainly fall down on the deck if she let +go her hold of the rigging.</p> + +<p>‘No, you must not do that,’ he answered, coolly. ‘How +can I possibly help feeling for you what I do feel. I am not +a stone statue, but a man with a heart, and though a bolt<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span> +from heaven should strike me into the sea for speaking the +words, I tell you now, though I never utter another syllable +to you, <i>that I love you</i>.’</p> + +<p>He had never taken his fingers from hers, and now he +pressed her hand. The sea seemed to be going round and +round before her eyes. The wonderful colours in the sky +were all blended in one confused mass. The ship appeared +to be sinking beneath her feet, and yet she managed to +murmur in a low, weak voice:</p> + +<p>‘For God’s sake leave me!’</p> + +<p>Without another word he walked away, and then she +seemed to breathe more freely, and in a few minutes had +quite recovered herself. She turned and went towards the +companion-way, and as she did so she saw Cornell talking to +the captain, who had just come on deck. The captain bade +her good-morning, but Cornell was as immovable and impassive +as a piece of sculpture.</p> + +<p>Oh! what a sense of relief she experienced when she got +down to her cabin. The spell seemed to be lifted at last, +and, closing the door, she threw herself into the bunk and wept +passionately. When the hysterical fit had passed she was +relieved, and she determined to tell her mother what had happened, +but this determination only lasted for a few minutes, +as on reflection she thought that it could but lead to unpleasantness, +and in a little floating world such as a ship is the +slightest things are looked upon as legitimate food for scandal +to batten upon. Therefore, her second thoughts were to +keep the matter to herself. Still she was very unhappy, and +Dick noticed it. He naturally asked her the cause, but she +made an excuse by saying that she was a little out of sorts. +She was strongly tempted to tell him all, but was restrained +by a fear that it might lead to a quarrel between him and +the second mate.</p> + +<p>For several days after the unpleasant incident with +Cornell she studiously avoided going on deck alone for fear +of meeting him, but whenever he had occasion to pass her +she would shudder, for his strange eyes seemed to exercise a +power over her which was simply marvellous. She felt, in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span> +fact, when he was looking at her that she could grovel at his +feet at his mere bidding. It was a dreadful feeling, and her +health naturally suffered. Her mother and lover were both +concerned about her, but she endeavoured to remove any +anxiety they might have had by saying that her indisposition +was of a very trivial character. One evening she had been +sitting on the poop with Fenton. The weather was fine, +but a strong breeze was blowing, and the vessel was tearing +through the water. The daylight had almost faded out, and +it was impossible to distinguish people who were standing or +sitting only a few yards away. Fenton left her for a few +minutes to go down to his cabin for some cigars, and scarcely +had he disappeared when she was startled by the sudden +appearance of Cornell. It seemed almost as though he had +risen up out of the deck. She was seated on a camp stool, +and he bent his head low until she could feel his hot breath +on her cheek. He whispered to her in a voice that could +not possibly have been heard by anyone else, however near +they might have been; but she heard every word, every +syllable, as it was poured into her ear, and it seemed to burn +into her brain.</p> + +<p>‘Lily, you are cruel,’ he said; ‘I love you madly, and +yet you avoid me. You must give me some encouragement, +or I will drown myself; and if you breathe a word +of what I have said to you to any living soul, I tell you in +God’s name that I will throw myself overboard, and my +death will lie at your door. Remember what I say. I am +a determined man, and nothing on earth will stop me +carrying out my will.’</p> + +<p>Once again his fingers touched her hand; then in a +moment he was gone as suddenly as he had appeared. He +seemed to fade away into the darkness like a spectre, but +almost immediately afterwards she heard him bawling some +orders in stentorian tones to the watch.</p> + +<p>When Fenton came back she was trembling and faint, +and though she struggled hard to conceal from him that +she was agitated, he could not fail to observe it, and in a +tone of alarm asked the cause.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span>‘Oh, nothing, dear—nothing,’ she answered; ‘at least, +nothing of any consequence. A slight feeling of faintness +has come over me; but really it is not worth bothering +about.’</p> + +<p>Oh, how she longed to tell him all; but the words of +the strange man who was exercising such a powerful influence +over her were still ringing in her ears, and she was +silent.</p> + +<p>Fenton did not make any further remark then on the +subject, but he felt uneasy. He was convinced that there +was some mystery, but what it was he could not for the +life of him determine. The thought did flash through his +brain that she was deceiving him, but instantly he put it +away as unworthy of him. It seemed so preposterous to +associate deceit with the Red Lily, who was as pure as the +beautiful flower after which she was called.</p> + +<p>When he escorted her down to the cabin a little later, +he said:</p> + +<p>‘Darling, I am uneasy about you. Something is wrong, +I am sure, but your gentle heart prompts you to keep it from +me for fear of giving me pain. Do be good to yourself +for my sake. Why don’t you take your mother into your +confidence, and tell her if you have any trouble, since you +do not apparently care to confide it to me.’</p> + +<p>‘Do not be uneasy,’ she answered. ‘Believe me, oh, do +believe me, when I say that my indisposition is of a very +trifling character. I have nothing to tell my mother, and you +know perfectly well, Dick, you have my full confidence.’</p> + +<p>She felt a little guilty as she said this, for she knew that +she ought to have told him at once of Cornell’s conduct. +But, firstly, the strange fascination he exercised over her +kept her silent; and, secondly, she was really afraid of +causing a scene between the two men. Besides, she comforted +herself with the thought that the voyage would soon +be over, and once clear of the ship it would be good-bye to +Cornell for ever. She regarded him as a vain, presumptuous +fellow, who imagined that every girl he looked at must be +in love with him.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span>As soon as her lover had left her, and she had been to +wish her mother good-night, the Red Lily once again gave +unrestrained vent to her feelings, and wept passionately. +She could not help it. She felt almost as if she would die +if she did not weep, and weep she did bitterly until she +fretted herself to sleep.</p> + +<p>The following morning she was weak and pale, and did +not put in an appearance at breakfast. The beautiful pink +had faded from her face, and she had the look of one who +was jaded and unhappy. Mrs. Hetherington visited her +daughter, and naturally felt alarmed. There was a doctor +on board, and Mrs. Hetherington expressed a determination +to consult him; but Lily pleaded with such earnestness, +and at last expressed such a strong determination not to see +him, that her mother yielded, and Lily kept in her cabin all +that day.</p> + +<p>On the following day she was better. Cornell’s influence +had passed away, and she had to a considerable +extent regained her spirits.</p> + +<p>The weather was now very chilly, and unfortunately +the wind was unfavourable, so that the ship had to sail on +long and short tacks. It was worse than tantalising to +those who had looked forward so eagerly to spending +Christmas with their friends in the dear old country. The +hope of doing that was now past, for the distance was too +great to cover in the time that intervened between them +and the great Christian Festival. Well wrapped in rugs, +Lily was once more seated on deck in company with Dick. +She had been doing some fancy needlework, and he had +been sketching a large vessel that had been in company +with them two or three days. Presently he laid down his +sketching block on the deck, and looking up into the fair +face of his companion, he said:</p> + +<p>‘Lily, pet, do you remember the promise you made to +me before we left India?’</p> + +<p>‘What was that, Dick?’ she asked.</p> + +<p>‘That you would become my wife on Christmas +Day.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span>‘Oh, yes,’ she said quickly, and with some slight agitation; +‘but we shall not be home by that time.’</p> + +<p>‘That is true; but it need not affect your promise.’</p> + +<p>‘I don’t understand you,’ she answered.</p> + +<p>‘You are surely aware, Lily, that a marriage on board +of a ship is perfectly legal. Even a captain has the power +to marry people; but it fortunately happens, as you know, +that we have a Church of England clergyman amongst us, +and therefore I claim the fulfilment of your promise.’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, Dick, it cannot be.’</p> + +<p>‘Cannot be!’ he echoed in some astonishment. ‘Were +your words, then, <i>only</i> words after all?’</p> + +<p>‘Ah, love, do not be harsh with me. I should so much +prefer that our wedding took place in the regular way on +shore, and it is to be hoped that we shall arrive in England +by the New Year.’</p> + +<p>‘I am far from being harsh with you, Lily,’ answered +Dick, a little sadly; ‘but you yourself expressed a wish +to be married on the Christmas morning, even saying +that you were superstitious about it. Although there is +every prospect now that we shall be at sea on that day, +there is no reason at all why we should not be married on +board; and if you like we will go through the ceremony +again when we reach England. The mere circumstance +of being married in or out of a church cannot possibly affect +our union, and I am sure you have too much good sense to +be influenced by the stupid idea which possesses some small-brained +people—that a marriage performed out of a church +cannot be sanctified.’</p> + +<p>‘I have no such idea,’ she said. ‘I should be ashamed +of myself if I had.’</p> + +<p>‘Very well, then, Lily, say that you will be my wife on +Christmas morning, even though we are at sea.’</p> + +<p>‘How long does it want to Christmas, Dick?’</p> + +<p>‘Three weeks exactly.’</p> + +<p>‘Then I promise you that if mamma offers no objection +I will gratify your wish.’</p> + +<p>‘I am perfectly satisfied that your mother will willingly<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span> +let us have our own way, so on Christmas Day we will +become man and wife, if we are both living.’</p> + +<p>‘On Christmas Day we will become man and wife if we +are both living,’ she repeated solemnly, but the words had +scarcely left her lips when she almost uttered a scream, for +close beside her stood Cornell. He had his sextant in his +hand, and had come up the companion-way (near which +Dick and Lily were sitting) with the captain to take the +sun.</p> + +<p>‘Make eight bells,’ said the captain, ‘we shall get no +sun to-day.’</p> + +<p>‘Eight bells,’ roared out Cornell.</p> + +<p>‘Come, dear, let us go down to luncheon,’ said Dick as +he rose, gathered up the wraps, and offered his arm to his +<i>fiancée</i>.</p> + +<p>She had to pass Cornell to reach the companion-way, +and she saw his hawk-like eyes fixed upon her, although he +pretended to be examining the figures on his sextant. +Those eyes burned into her soul, as it were, and the strange +hysterical feeling came back again so that she felt as if she +must weep, but by a powerful effort she controlled herself, +and Dick did not notice how she was affected.</p> + +<p>The question of the marriage being put to Mrs. +Hetherington, that lady said that she should offer no objection +to the wishes of the young people. Consequently it was soon +understood that the monotony of the voyage would be +relieved by a wedding on Christmas morning. In which case +there would be a double occasion for rejoicing and festivities.</p> + +<p>Christmas at sea is always a festive time, but this particular +one on board the ‘Sirocco’ promised to be unusually +lively. The captain gave orders to the steward that he +was to reserve a good supply of his best champagne for the +occasion, and the cook was ordered to make plenty of cakes +and fancy things; while the butcher was instructed to kill +the fattest geese of the few that remained, and the last pig +was to be slaughtered in order to add to the feast. The +lady and gentlemen passengers rummaged amongst their<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span> +boxes to try and fish out suitable little presents to give to +the young couple, and there was much fun and laughter as +all sorts of odd suggestions were made; while the ladies +further busied themselves in improvising suitable decorations +for the saloon. In fact, this coming marriage was looked +upon as a blessing almost, for the voyage had been so long +and tedious, that the little excitement caused by the prospective +union of the Red Lily and Dick Fenton was most +welcome.</p> + +<p>As the second mate seemed to purposely avoid Lily now, +she recovered her spirits; in fact, several days passed without +her seeing him, and she began to laugh at her stupidity +in allowing him to have such an influence over her. Dick +could not fail to notice the change, and, attributing it to the +pleasure she anticipated at the near prospect of their union, +he was delighted also.</p> + +<p>Christmas Day was now anxiously looked forward to by all +the passengers, and as it only wanted eight days to the time +great preparations were going on, and ladies busied themselves +in stoning raisins and performing other incidental +necessaries in connection with the concoction of those +mysteries—Christmas puddings. The gentlemen found +occupation in dressing the saloon with flags, and decorations +ingeniously constructed by the fair sex out of the most +likely and unlikely things. No one who has not been on a +long voyage in a passenger ship can imagine with what +avidity every little incident calculated to relieve the +monotony of life at sea—if it can truthfully be said to be +monotonous—is seized upon. Therefore, Christmas tide +and a marriage in the bargain were such important events, +that the little floating world which the ‘Sirocco’ represented +was agitated to its very centre, and the excitement rose to +fever heat.</p> + +<p>Life at sea, however, is influenced by laws which do not +affect it on land. Changes in the weather; changes from +calm to rough weather have a marked effect on a floating +community, and a few hours often produce the most extraordinary +transformations. An oily sea may become raging<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span> +mountains of water, and the steadiness of a ship is turned +into violent pitching and tossing that renders walking to all +but the most experienced a matter of great difficulty. At +such times soup plates will perform somersaults into your +lap, and joints of meat evince a decided objection to remain +in their proper positions. While, as for poultry, wine +bottles, &c., they suddenly acquire an agility for flying +through the air, so that what with dodging these missiles, +and holding on like grim death to the table or the back of +the settee, one’s life at meal time on board of a ship in +stormy weather is by no means as comfortable as it might +be in a well-appointed dining-room on shore.</p> + +<p>Within a week of Christmas it became manifest that the +‘Sirocco’ was destined to encounter some bad weather. There +had been sullen calms succeeded by fitful bursts of storm, +but the good ship had crept on and on until she had reached +the verge of the Bay of Biscay. The bay, although it bears +such a bad character, is suggestive of nearing home to those +who come from afar, and consequently the passengers were +high-spirited, notwithstanding that it was pretty certain that +a good deal of knocking about was in store for them.</p> + +<p>One night during the middle watch a furious squall +suddenly burst upon the vessel, and as she had all sail set +she heeled over almost on to her beam ends. Several sails +were rent to fragments by the force of the wind, and the +long strips flying out in the tempest made a tremendous +cracking like the cracking of stock whips. ‘All hands’ +were called on deck, and there were all the noise, and +shouting, and uproar incidental to a sudden squall in the +dead of night. To the timid and the inexperienced this +is particularly alarming, for as the ship flies along on her +side the waters hiss in a strange manner, the shouting +and tramp of the sailors, the orders given hastily and in +stentorian tones, the cracker-like reports of the torn sails, +the groaning and creaking of the rudder chains, the indescribable +howling of the wind, and the extreme angle of +the vessel, are sufficiently alarming to produce nervousness +even in those whose acquaintance with the sea is not of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span> +recent date. And this is more particularly the case when +such a squall occurs at night; then the sky is inky in its +blackness, and nothing can be seen save the spectral-like +outlines of the rigging and the masts, and such objects as are +immediately near the spectator. When this particular squall +struck the ship it happened that the Red Lily’s cabin was +on the weather side, and so suddenly did the ship heel over +that Lily narrowly escaped being thrown from her bunk. +Although this was not her first experience of a squall at +night she felt unusually alarmed, for the vessel was lying +over at such an unusual angle, and there was so much noise +on deck.</p> + +<p>Hastily throwing on a few articles of clothing, and covering +them with a dressing-gown, she encased her feet in +slippers, and rushed over to her mother’s cabin, which was +on the lee side. Undisturbed by the shock Mrs. Hetherington +was sleeping soundly, and so, not wishing to wake +her, the first impression of alarm having passed away, Lily +closed the cabin door gently, and then went up the companion-way +and peeped out into the darkness. The white +waters were flying past, and the vessel was lying over +almost to her lee scuppers. Lily stepped on to the deck, +holding on to the handle of the companion-way door. +There was a babel of mingled sounds, and the wind was +blowing a perfect hurricane. She had stood there but a +few minutes when suddenly she became aware that Cornell +was standing beside her. He was superintending the stowing +of the mizzen to’gallant sail. He was evidently surprised to +see her there. She was about to descend again, for his +presence brought back all her old fears, when he caught her +arm, and with gentle force restrained her.</p> + +<p>‘This is fortunate,’ he said. ‘The opportunity I have +longed for this squall has at last given me.’</p> + +<p>‘Let me go,’ she exclaimed, ‘or I will scream.’ She +was trembling with fear and excitement, but he still +held her.</p> + +<p>‘You dare not,’ he answered in a strange tone. Then, +after a pause, he added, ‘You have been cruel to me, but<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span> +you must be so no longer or I shall die. I cannot live without +you.’</p> + +<p>‘Are you mad?’ she said with a shudder.</p> + +<p>‘Perhaps I am. If I am you have made me so.’ He +passed his arm round her waist and held her closely.</p> + +<p>She struggled to free herself, but she was powerless in +his strong grasp. The mysterious influence he exercised +over her now kept her tongue tied so that she could not +scream, could not cry out. He bent low and pressed his +lips to hers, and yet that did not break the spell which bound +her.</p> + +<p>‘You are to be married on Christmas Day,’ he said in a +whisper. ‘I hope before then <i>he</i> or I will be dead. If I +live you shall become <i>my</i> wife. Do you hear? my wife. +You may think I am talking mere words, but you will +see.’</p> + +<p>He released her and she found herself in her cabin. How +she got down she did not know. She was burning with indignation +and shame. His polluting lips had touched hers, and she +shivered as she thought of it. She rubbed her lips with her +handkerchief as though he had left some stain which she was +trying to wipe away. She yearned to go at once to Fenton’s +cabin and tell him all, but a deadly fear of Cornell withheld +her, the spell of his extraordinary power was upon her, and +she felt that she <i>dare not</i> open her mouth to tell aught of +what had occurred. The man’s influence, whatever it was, +was paramount. She feared and hated him, and yet dare not +denounce him. Of course she was weak, but then he was +no ordinary man. His strength of will was enormous, and +subdued her.</p> + +<p>During the rest of the night she could not sleep, and she +longed for Christmas Day to come, so that, as Dick’s wife, +she might be free from the persecutions of the mysterious +Cornell.</p> + +<p>When the morning broke the storm had died away, +leaving a gentle wind that wafted the ship along at about +eight knots an hour.</p> + +<p>‘We shall have steady weather now,’ the captain<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span> +observed at breakfast time, as he examined the barometer +that swung over the cabin table.</p> + +<p>His prognostication proved correct. The wind increased +day by day until it was blowing a strong gale, but +as it was favourable a large spread of canvas was carried +upon the ship.</p> + +<p>The day preceding Christmas Day arrived; the ‘Sirocco’ +was in the Bay of Biscay, off the inhospitable Cape +Finisterre. By Christmas Eve the wind had increased very +much, so that the ship was ‘snugged down.’ Extra lookouts +were kept, for a great number of outward and homeward +bound vessels were in the Bay. The night promised +to be a very ‘dirty one,’ but there was merriment on board, +and many a toast to ‘Sweethearts and Wives’ was drunk, +both in the cabin and in the forecastle, for a liberal allowance +of grog had been served out to the crew.</p> + +<p>The preparations for the wedding were all complete. +The saloon was gaily decorated, and it was arranged that +the marriage ceremony was to be performed at eleven +o’clock in the morning. But before eleven o’clock strange +things were to happen.</p> + +<p>The night waned, and as eight bells sounded Dick +Fenton went on deck to smoke a cigar before turning in. +The ladies had all retired, and only a single night lamp +burned in the saloon. The wind had drawn ahead a good +deal, and the vessel could only carry close-reefed main-topsail +and fore-topsail, so that she was making very little +way, simply ‘forging,’ as sailors say, at the rate of about +two knots an hour. A favourite seat with Dick when he +went on deck to smoke his cigar was on the rail near the +mizzen shrouds. There he was under the shelter of the +captain’s gig, which was slung outside on davits, and his +feet rested on a hencoop that ran along the poop. Sitting +there now pensively dreaming of his Red Lily, and the +happiness that awaited him on the morrow when she would +become his wife, he had no thought of danger. There was +music in the rush of the wild waters and the screaming +sweep of the wind. The vessel had that short, jerky<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span> +motion which a ship has in a rough sea when under reefed +topsails.</p> + +<p>Suddenly there rose up before Dick’s vision the dark +figure of a man.</p> + +<p>‘Hallo! is that you, captain?’ exclaimed Dick.</p> + +<p>‘No,’ was the answer, and in the gruff voice Dick +recognised the second mate.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, it’s you, Cornell,’ he said. ‘This is a wild night. +Do you think the wind will free at all before the +morning?’</p> + +<p>‘It may, and may not,’ was the somewhat surly answer, +and in the husky tones Cornell betrayed that he was the +worse for liquor. ‘I suppose you were thinking of the +Red Lily,’ he remarked.</p> + +<p>‘Really, Mr. Cornell, you are a little familiar,’ Dick +said, not unkindly, for he was willing to make every +allowance at such a time.</p> + +<p>‘Bah, why am I familiar?’ sneered the second mate. +‘I suppose the night before his marriage every man thinks +of the woman who is to be his wife.’</p> + +<p>‘I suppose he does,’ Dick answered curtly, for he was +not anxious to prolong the conversation seeing the strange +humour Cornell was in.</p> + +<p>‘You have quite made up your mind that she is to be +your wife?’ asked Cornell.</p> + +<p>‘Well, please God that nothing happens between now +and the morning, Miss Hetherington will certainly become +Mrs. Fenton.’</p> + +<p>‘But it is destined that <i>something</i> shall happen,’ Cornell +exclaimed, ‘and you will never see the morrow.’</p> + +<p>The words were spoken rapidly, and with a lightning-like +movement he threw the whole weight of his body +against Dick, who, unprepared for such an assault, was +pressed backwards, and falling between the boat and the +side of the vessel was lost in the dark, hissing waters.</p> + +<p>‘A man overboard!’ cried the second mate with all the +power of his lusty lungs, and instantly the dreadful cry was +taken up, and the watch came rushing aft. The captain,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span> +who was in his cabin, tore on deck, and in a moment all +was confusion.</p> + +<p>‘Who is it, who is it?’ exclaimed the captain.</p> + +<p>‘Mr. Fenton, I think, for I saw him sitting on the rail +a few minutes before,’ said Cornell.</p> + +<p>‘Clear away the boat, men, quick!’ cried the captain. +Then he and Cornell cut away lifebuoys and cast them +into the sea.</p> + +<p>‘I will try and save him, sir,’ said Cornell, as he divested +himself of his heavy sea boots and his oil skins.</p> + +<p>Divining his motives the captain laid hold of his arm +and said:</p> + +<p>‘Are you mad, man? It is enough that one life should +be sacrificed.’ But Cornell, making no reply, shook himself +free, mounted the rail, and dived headlong into the +black waters.</p> + +<p>The excitement was now intense. Everyone on board +knew what had happened, but everyone did not know that +it was Dick who had gone. The Red Lily was in this +state of blissful ignorance, though she with the other ladies +crowded up the companion-way, and waited in breathless +and painful anxiety.</p> + +<p>The boat was manned and lowered. Lamps were +brought and held up so as to throw a light as far as possible +over the sea. The boat was away about an hour. It was +a fearful agony of suspense that hour. The ship was hove +to, and everything done that could be done. The searchers +returned at last, bringing with them the second mate in an +exhausted condition, but not Dick; he had gone, and as +nothing more could be done, sail was again set, and the +‘Sirocco’ went upon her way with one soul less.</p> + +<p>Christmas morning dawned. The gaiety was changed +to sorrow, and the marriage decorations were taken down +and signs of mourning appeared.</p> + +<p>Tenderly and gently the sad news was broken to the +Red Lily, and those who told her did not fail to tell how +‘nobly’ the second mate had risked his life to try and save +that of her lover. Tenderly as the news was broken, the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span> +shock stunned her, and for days she lay in a state of partial +coma. But there were loving hands to tend, and loving +voices to soothe, and gradually she came round. All the +sunshine, however, seemed to have gone out of her nature, +and she was a crushed woman.</p> + +<p>For the first time for many days she went on deck, and +was propped with pillows in a sofa-chair, and for the first +time since that terrible night she saw Cornell. All her +feeling of revulsion for him had changed, and, stretching forth +her white hand to him, she said in her loving, sweet voice:</p> + +<p>‘Mr. Cornell, I have been unjust to you. You must +forgive me. You are a brave and generous man.’</p> + +<p>He took her hand and answered:</p> + +<p>‘I grieve with you, Miss Hetherington. I did my best +to save him, but it was not to be. No man can prevent his +fate. It is not for me to say why, at such a moment, your +lover should have met his doom. It was Destiny; but, +though I battled with the waves and the darkness of the +night, it was not my destiny to drown.’</p> + +<p>Lily shuddered. The man spoke so strangely. There +was such a weird appearance about him, and his influence +over her was as strong as ever. And yet a fearful thought +came to her. Was it not probable that Cornell had hurled +her lover into the sea, and then, seized with sudden remorse, +had dived after him?</p> + +<p>Oh, how that dreadful thought troubled and pained +her! She struggled with it for days, and wept and wept +and wept again. At one moment she resolved to take her +mother into her confidence, and tell her all. But whenever +this feeling came upon her the mysterious Cornell seemed +to be at her side, and then all her will power went again. +She felt that she hated him one moment, but the next she +could and would have grovelled at his feet, overcome by +a curious fascination, mingled with a sort of admiration, for +the daring, reckless, wicked, iron-willed fellow.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>A week later the ship was in the London docks.</p> + +<p>Lily and her mother went on shore at Gravesend.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span> +The poor girl was bowed with sorrow, and she felt as +though she would never again hold up her head. Before +she left the ship Cornell begged hard to be allowed to call +upon her. She wanted to refuse him, but could not, and, +with the consent of her mother, she gave him permission +to do so, for the mother felt she was indebted to him.</p> + +<p>Lily and Mrs. Hetherington went to reside in the west-end +of London, and Cornell, availing himself of their permission, +was almost a daily visitor. He announced his +intention of not going to sea again for some time, and the +old fascination he had exercised over Lily was exerted now +to a greater degree; and though she was sure she possessed +no love for him, she felt drawn towards him in a strange +manner. One day, four months after their arrival home, +he pressed her to become his wife, and she reluctantly gave +her consent. She would have said ‘No’ if she could, but +she was powerless; and believing that she had previously +misjudged him and done him a wrong, she said:</p> + +<p>‘I will be a dutiful and faithful wife to you, but you +must never hope to win my love. <i>That</i> is buried in the +cruel sea.’</p> + +<p>It was arranged that the wedding was to take place in +a few months’ time. He objected to the delay, but she was +firm on the point, for she felt that it would not be respectful +to her dead love to marry so soon after the calamity. +Many a girl who knew Lily and her lover envied her. +Cornell was so ‘handsome,’ so ‘fascinating,’ so ‘manly,’ +‘such a splendid type of a sailor’; but when her friends +congratulated her she only sighed. She felt as if she were +sacrificing herself; but then her affianced husband had so +nobly risked his life for her lover’s sake, notwithstanding +his previous strange conduct, and on that account alone she +was going to give him her hand. She little dreamed that +his jumping overboard was only part of his diabolical +plan, and was meant to avert suspicion—which it did most +effectually. So far as the risk to himself was concerned, it +was reduced to a minimum, for he was a magnificent and +powerful swimmer, and before he took the leap he was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span> +careful to see that plenty of lifebuoys had been dropped +over, and that the boat was all ready for lowering.</p> + +<p>In the course of the next few months Mrs. Hetherington +and her daughter removed to the village of Bowness, on +the banks of Windermere, as they had friends living there; +and it was arranged that the marriage should take place in +the parish church of that place.</p> + +<p>The wedding day came. It was a glorious summer’s +morning, and the air was filled with the music of birds and +the scent of flowers. The wedding was to be very quiet, +and but few guests had been invited. Those who knew +Lily well said that the ‘Red Lily had drooped.’ All the +brightness was out of her life, for she felt that her heart +was beneath the waves of the Bay of Biscay.</p> + +<p>The wedding party had assembled in the church, and +the ceremony had commenced. When the grey-haired +clergyman asked if anyone knew any just cause or impediment +why the man and woman should not be joined +together in the bonds of holy matrimony, there rose up a +man in the body of the church, and in a loud and steady +voice exclaimed:</p> + +<p>‘I forbid this marriage.’</p> + +<p>Had a thunderbolt fallen through the roof the consternation +and confusion could not have been greater. With +a great cry the Red Lily threw up her arms, and then fell +forward on her face in a swoon. For a few moments +Cornell stood as if petrified. His face was ghastly pale. +By this time the man had come forward to the altar rails, +and then Cornell found tongue.</p> + +<p>‘Good God!’ he exclaimed, ‘is it possible that the dead +can come to life?’</p> + +<p>‘No; but the living can thwart the machinations of +a villain, and I am here to do that,’ said Dick Fenton, for +he it was. ‘This man,’ continued Dick, addressing the +astonished spectators, ‘attempted to murder me.’</p> + +<p>No one moved. They were dumb with amazement, +for they naturally thought a madman was amongst them. +Dick himself stooped and lifted up the inanimate form of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span> +the Lily, and bore her into the vestry. Taking advantage +of the confusion—for everyone seemed bewildered—Cornell +stole from the church, got clear away, and was never heard +of more.</p> + +<p>It was some time before Lily recovered consciousness. +It is better to leave the reunion of the lovers to the +imagination of the reader, for words always fail to convey +anything like an adequate notion of such a scene. The +news of the affair had rapidly spread over the village; an +enormous crowd had gathered about the church, and the +uproar was immense. The wedding party had to wait a +considerable time before they could get back to their homes; +then explanations were given.</p> + +<p>On that dreadful night in the Bay of Biscay Dick had +escaped death almost by a miracle, as it were. He was a +good swimmer, but was a little stunned by striking his +head against the side of the vessel in his descent. He had +a recollection, however, of making a powerful effort to swim, +and in a little while he felt something touch his hand, and +found it was a lifebuoy. On this he supported himself for +a long time—it seemed to him two or three hours. Then +he saw the outlines of a vessel, which he took to be the +‘Sirocco,’ and he shouted with all his might, and presently +had the satisfaction to hear the plash of oars. He had only +a faint recollection of hearing a human voice, and feeling +the grasp of hands about him. Then ensued a blank. +When next he opened his eyes he found himself in a comfortable +cabin, and he soon learnt that it was not the ‘Sirocco’ +that had picked him up, but an outward bound ship, called +the ‘Golden Fleece.’ She was bound for the Cape, and +so Dick was mortified to find that he must accompany her +there, unless a homeward bounder should be fallen in with, +and he could get on board. This chance did not occur, +and so to the Cape he went, but the vessel made a long +voyage. As soon after arrival as possible he took ship for +England, and on reaching there he soon discovered to his +amazement that the Red Lily was on the eve of being +married to Cornell. He hurried down to the Lake district,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span> +and was there a whole week determining not to declare +himself until the last moment, so that the discomfiture of +his enemy might be the more complete.</p> + +<p>For some months after this strange and startling incident +Lily remained in such delicate health that grave +fears were at one time entertained. Sudden joy is almost +as bad as great sorrow at times, and the unexpected return +of her lost lover had been too great a shock. Care, attention, +and change of air, however, gradually restored her, +and again she made preparations for her marriage, which +was to take place on Christmas Day, twelve months after +the terrible scene in the Bay of Biscay, when Dick was +hurled into the sea.</p> + +<p>The day came at last—cold, crisp, and bright. The +earth was wrapped in a robe of spotless white, and the +church was decorated with holly and winter flowers. As +the bells pealed forth merrily, and the winter sun shone out +from the dull sky, Dick Fenton led his bride down the +pathway to the carriage that waited them at the gate, and +the crowd of villagers that had gathered in the old churchyard +declared that no bonnier bride had ever been seen than +the Red Lily.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">V<br> + +THE PIRATE’S TREASURE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="center">A TRUE AND DRAMATIC STORY OF THE SEA</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">At</span> the time the startling events I am about to relate +occurred, I had but recently passed my final examination in +medicine, after what I may modestly say was a successful +course of study in Glasgow, of which city I am a native. +For some time I had been anxiously expecting my diploma, +which would give me the right to practice my profession, +and I was trying to obtain an appointment as surgeon on +board a splendid East Indiaman, known as the ‘Clydesdale.’ +Singularly enough, on the very day that I received the +intimation that my application had been favourably considered, +I was placed in possession of a letter from a dear +friend in London, asking me if I would proceed on his +behalf with all possible speed to Surinam, on a very delicate +and important mission. For an hour or two I was exercised +in my mind as to the proper course I ought to pursue in +my own interests; that is, whether I should accept the +‘Clydesdale’ appointment, or undertake my friend’s commission. +Something prompted me to choose the latter, and +I immediately communicated my decision to London. In +a post or two I received my instructions, with a bank draft +for my expenses, and I was told to secure a berth in a vessel +if possible proceeding direct to the place where my business +was to be transacted. I therefore lost no time in making +inquiries about a ship, and at last heard of one called the +‘Ariadne.’ She had been chartered by a Glasgow company,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span> +and was then loading up at the West Quay, and was +to sail in a few days. I at once secured a passage in her, +and went down to see the vessel for the first time the very +day she was to leave. Little did I dream then how +strangely my destiny was to be affected by the fact of my +having undertaken my friend’s commission. While I stood +examining her from the pier, two sailors, who seemed to +be roaming idly about, stopped and began to converse by +my side.</p> + +<p>‘Has the “Ariadne” shipped all her hands, Jack?’ +asked the one; ‘I see she has the Blue Peter flying. +Somebody told me she has been sold to a Dutch firm now. +How would you like to sail in her?’</p> + +<p>‘Not me, mate,’ replied the other; ‘I know too +much about her. I made a voyage in her four years ago, +and a cleaner or livelier craft is not on the sea! But there +is a limb of the devil in her as skipper that is enough to +cause her to sink to the bottom. It was in my voyage that +he did for Bill Burnet with the pump-sounding rod, because +the little fellow snivelled a bit, and was not handy to jump +when he was ordered aloft to set the fore-royal. It was his +first voyage, and the boy was mortal afraid to venture; but +the captain swore he would make him, and in his passion hit +him a rap with the iron rod and killed him. When he saw +what he had done he lifted the body while it was still +quivering and hove it over the side; and many a long day +the men wondered what had become of little Bill, for they +were all below at dinner, and none but myself saw the +bloody deed. It was needless for me to complain and get +him overhauled, as there were no witnesses; but I left the +ship, and berths would be scarce before I would sail with +him again or put my foot on the deck of his ship. I tell +you, mate, there’s a curse on her, and them as sails in her +will come to grief.’</p> + +<p>Knowing what tyrants shipmasters are in general, and +how much their passengers’ comfort depends on them, I was +somewhat startled by this piece of information respecting +the temper of the man I purposed to sail with. But necessity<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span> +has no law! The circumstance was probably much +misrepresented, I thought, and, from a simple act of discipline, +exaggerated to an act of wanton cruelty. But be +that as it might—my affairs were urgent. There was no +other vessel for the same port—I must either take my +passage or run the risk of being superseded. The thing was +not to be thought of, so I went and secured my berth. As +my preparations were few and trifling, I had everything +arranged and on board just as the vessel was unmooring +from the quay. During the night we got down to the +Clock Lighthouse, and stood off and on, waiting for the +captain, who had remained behind to get the ship cleared +out at the Custom House. Soon afterwards he joined us, +and, the pilot leaving us in the return-boat, we stood down +the Forth under all our canvas. Her beloved Majesty +Queen Victoria had not long been on the throne, and +piracy on the high seas was still a lucrative pursuit. Every +merchantman, therefore, generally carried a fair amount of +armament, and our vessel was no exception, although I, for +one, certainly never anticipated any adventure.</p> + +<p>For four weeks we had a quick and pleasant passage. +The ‘Ariadne’ was a good sailer; for, being American-built, +and originally intended for a privateer, she sailed +uncommonly fast, generally running at the rate of twelve +knots an hour in a good wind.</p> + +<p>As I expected, Captain Mahone, an Irishman by birth, +proved to be, in point of acquirements, not at all above the +common run of skippers in command of sailing ships at that +period. He was haughty and overbearing, and domineered +over the crew with a high hand; in return for which he +was evidently feared and detested by them all. He had been +many years in the West Indies, and during most of that +time had commanded a local trader, and had, between the +fervid suns of such high latitudes and the copious use of +grog, become of a rich mahogany colour, or something +between vermilion and the tint of a sheet of new copper. +He was a middle-sized man, square built, with a powerful +and muscular frame. His aspect, naturally harsh and forbidding,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span> +was rendered more so by the sinister expression of his +left eye, which had been nearly forced out by some accident, +and the lineaments of his countenance expressed plainly that +he was passionate and furious in the extreme. In consequence +of this I kept rather distant and aloof; and, except +at meals, we seldom exchanged more than ordinary civilities.</p> + +<p>By our reckoning, our ship had now got into the +latitude of the Bermudas, when one evening at sunset the +wind, which had hitherto been favourable, fell at once into +a dead calm. The day had been clear and bright; but now +huge masses of dark and conical-shaped clouds began to +tower over each other in the western horizon, which, being +tinged with the rays of the sun, displayed that lurid and +deep brassy tint so well known to mariners as the token of +an approaching storm. All the sailors were of opinion that +we should have a coarse night, and every precaution that +good seamanship could suggest was taken to make the +vessel snug before the gale came on. The oldest boys were +sent up to hand and send down the royal and top-gallant +sails and strike the yards, while the topsails and staysails +were close-reefed. These preparations were hardly accomplished +when the wind shifted, and took us aback with such +violence as nearly to capsize the vessel. The ship was put +round as soon as possible, and lay to, while all hands remained +on deck in case of any emergency. About ten, in +the interval of a squall, we heard a gun fired as a signal of +distress. The night was as black as pitch, but the flash +showed us that the stranger was not far to leeward; so, to +avoid drifting on the wreck during the darkness, the main-topsail +was braced round and filled, and the ship hauled to +windward. In this manner we kept alternately beating or +heaving-to as the gale rose or fell till the morning broke, +when, through the haze, we perceived a small vessel with +her masts carried away. As the wind had dropped, the +captain had gone to bed; so it was the mate’s watch on +deck. The steersman, an old grey-headed seaman, named +James Gemmel, proposed to bear down and save the people,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span> +saying he had been twice wrecked himself, and knew what +it was to be in such a situation. Owing to the captain being +below, the mate was irresolute what to do, being aware that +the success of the speculation depended on their getting to +Surinam with all possible speed; however, he was at length +persuaded—the helm was put up, and the ship bore away.</p> + +<p>As we neared the wreck, and were standing by the +mizzen shrouds with our glasses, the captain came up from +the cabin. He looked up with astonishment to the sails and +the direction of the vessel’s head, and in a voice of suppressed +passion said, as he turned to the mate, ‘What is the meaning +of this, Mr. Wyllie? Who has dared to alter the ship’s +course without my leave, when you knew very well that we +shall hardly be in time for the market, use what expedition +we may?’ The young man was confused by this unexpected +challenge, and stammered out something about +Gemmel having persuaded him. ‘It was me, sir,’ respectfully +answered the old sailor, wishing to avert the storm +from the mate; ‘I thought you wouldn’t have the heart to +leave the wreck, and these people to perish, without lending +a hand to save them! We should be neither Christians nor +true seamen to desert her, and——’</p> + +<p>‘Damn you and the wreck, you old canting rascal! +Do you dare to stand there and preach to me?’ thundered +the captain, his fury breaking out. ‘I’ll teach you to disobey +my orders! I’ll give you something to think of!’ +and seizing a capstan-bar which lay near him he hurled it +at the steersman with all his might. The blow was +effectual—one end of it struck him across the head with +such force as to sweep him in an instant from his station at +the wheel, and to dash him with violence against the lee-bulwarks, +where he lay bleeding and motionless. ‘Take +that, and be damned to you!’ exclaimed the wretch, as he +seized the helm and sang out to the men: ‘Stand by sheets +and braces—hard a-lee—let go!’ In a twinkling the yards +were braced round, and the ship, laid between six points to +the wind, was flying through the water.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Gemmel was lying without anyone daring<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span> +to assist him, for the crew were so confounded that they +seemed quite undetermined how to act. I stepped to him, +therefore, and the mate following my example, we lifted him +up. As there was no appearance of respiration, I placed my +hand to his heart, but pulsation had entirely ceased—the +old man was dead! The bar had struck him directly on +the temporal bone, and had completely fractured that part of +the skull.</p> + +<p>‘He is a murdered man, Captain Mahone!’ said I, laying +down the body, ‘murdered without cause or provocation.’</p> + +<p>‘None of your remarks, sir!’ he retorted; ‘what the +devil have you to do with it? Do you mean to stir up my +men to mutiny? Or do you call disobeying my orders no +provocation? I’ll answer it to those who have a right to +ask; but till then, let me see the man who dare open his +mouth to me in this ship.’</p> + +<p>‘I promise you,’ returned I, ‘that though you rule and +tyrannise here at present, your power shall have a termination, +and you shall be called to account for your conduct in +this day’s work. Rest assured that this blood shall be +required at your hands, though you have hitherto escaped +punishment for what has stained them already.’ This +allusion to the murder of little Bill Burnet seemed to stagger +him considerably; he stopped short before me, and, while +his face grew black with suppressed wrath and fury, +whispered:</p> + +<p>‘I warn you again, young man, to busy yourself with +your own matters. Meddle not with what does not concern +you; and belay your slack jaw, or, by——! Rink Mahone +will find a way to make it fast for you!’ He then turned +round, and walked forward to the forecastle.</p> + +<p>During this incident no attention had been paid to the +wreck, though the crew had set up a yell of despair on +seeing us leave them. Signals and shouts were still repeated, +and a voice, louder in agony than the rest, implored our help +for the love of the blessed Virgin, and offered riches and +absolution to the whole ship’s company if they would but +come back. The captain was pacing fore and aft without<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span> +appearing to mind them, when, as if struck with some +sudden thought, he lifted his glass to his eye—seemed to +hesitate—walked on—and then, all at once changing his +mind, he ordered the vessel again before the wind.</p> + +<p>On speaking the wreck, she proved to be a Spanish +felucca from the island of Cuba, bound for Curaçoa, on the +coast of the Curaccas. As all the boats had been lost in the +storm, the people could not leave their vessel, which had +sprung a leak badly and was sinking fast; so our captain +lowered and manned our jolly-boat, and went off to them.</p> + +<p>After an absence of a couple of hours he returned with +the passengers, consisting of an elderly person in the garb of +a Catholic priest, a sick gentleman, a young lady, apparently +daughter of the latter, and a female servant. With the +utmost difficulty, and writhing under some excruciating +pain, the invalid was got on board, and carried down to the +cabin, where he was laid on a bed on the floor. To the +tender of my professional services the suffering man returned +his thanks, and would have declined them, expressing his +conviction of being past human aid, but the young lady, +eagerly catching at even a remote hope of success, implored +him with tears to accept my offer. On examination I +found his fears were but too well grounded. In his +endeavours to assist the crew during the gale he had been +standing near the mast, part of which, or the rigging, +having fallen on him, had dislocated several of his ribs and +injured his spine beyond remedy. All that could now be +done was to afford a little temporary relief from pain, which +I did; and, leaving him to the care of the young lady and +the priest, I left the cabin.</p> + +<p>On deck I found all bustle and confusion. The ship +was still lying-to, and the boats employed in bringing the +goods out of the felucca, both of which were the property +of the wounded gentleman. The body of the old man, +Gemmel, had been removed somewhere out of sight; no +trace of blood was visible, and Captain Mahone seemed +desirous to banish all recollections both of our quarrel and +its origin.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span>As the invalid was lying in the cabin, and my state-room +occupied by the lady and her female attendant, I got +a temporary berth in the steerage made up for myself for +the night. I had not long thrown myself down on the cot, +which was only divided from the main cabin by a bulkhead, +when I was awakened by the deep groans of the Spaniard. +The violence of his pain had again returned, and between +the spasms I heard the weeping and gentle voice of the lady +soothing his agony, and trying to impart hope—prospects +to him which her own hysterical sobs told plainly she did +not herself feel. The priest also frequently joined, and +urged him to confess. To this advice he remained silent +for a while, but at length he addressed the lady:</p> + +<p>‘The Padre says true, Isabella. Time wears apace, +and I feel that I shall soon be beyond its limits and above +its concerns. But ere I go I would say that which it would +impart peace to my mind to disclose—I would seek to leave +you at least one human being to befriend and protect you +in your utter helplessness. Alas! that Diego di Montaldo’s +daughter should ever be thus destitute! Go, my love! I +would be alone a little while with the father.’</p> + +<p>An agony of tears and sobs was the only return made +by the poor girl, while the priest with gentle violence led +her into the state-room.</p> + +<p>‘Now,’ continued the dying man, ‘listen to me while +I have strength. You have only known me as a merchant +in Cuba; but such I have not always been. Mine is an +ancient and noble family in Catalonia; though I unhappily +disgraced it, and have been estranged from it long. I had +the misfortune to have weak and indulgent parents, who +idolised me as the heir of their house, and did not possess +resolution enough to thwart me in any of my wishes or +desires, however unreasonable. My boyhood being thus +spoiled, it is no matter of wonder that my youth should have +proved wild and dissolute. My companions were as dissolute +as myself, and much of my time was spent in gambling +and other extravagances. One evening at play I quarrelled +with a young nobleman of high rank and influence. We<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span> +were both of us hot and passionate, so we drew on the spot +and fought, and I had the misfortune to run him through +the heart, and leave him dead. Not daring to remain +longer at home, I fled in disguise to Barcelona, where I +procured a passage in a vessel for the Spanish Main. On +our voyage we were captured by Moorish pirates; and the +roving and adventurous mode of life of these bold and +daring men suiting both my inclinations and finances, I +agreed to make one of their number. For many months +we were successful in our enterprises; we ranged the +whole of these seas, and made a number of prizes, some of +which were rich ships of our own colonies. In course of +time we amassed such a quantity of specie as to make us +unwilling to venture it in one bottom; so we agreed to +hide it ashore, and divide it on our return from our next +expedition. But our good fortune forsook us this time. +During a calm the boats of the Guarda-costa came on us, +overpowered the ship, and made all the crew, except myself +and two others, prisoners. We escaped with our boat, +and succeeded in gaining the island of Cuba, where both +of my comrades died of fever. Subsequent events induced +me to settle at St. Juan de Buenavista, where I married, +and as a merchant prospered and became a rich man. But +my happiness lasted not! My wife caught the yellow +fever and died, leaving me only this one child. I now +loathed the scene of my departed happiness, and felt all the +longings of an exile to revisit my native country. For this +purpose I converted all my effects into money, and am thus +far on my way to the hidden treasure with which I intended +to return to Spain. But the green hills of Catalonia +will never more gladden mine eyes! My hopes and wishes +were only for my poor girl. Holy father! you know not +a parent’s feelings—its anxiety and its fears. The thoughts +of leaving my child to the mercy of strangers—or, it may +be, to their barbarities—is far more dreadful than the +anguish of my personal sufferings. With you rests my +only hope. Promise me your protection for her, and the +half of all my wealth is yours.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span>‘Earthly treasures,’ replied the priest, ‘avail not with +one whose desires are fixed beyond the little handful of dust +which perisheth. My life is devoted to the service of my +Creator, and the conversion of ignorant men—men who +have never heard of His salvation. I was bound on an +errand of mercy, and if the heathen receive the light of +truth, how much more a daughter of our most holy Church? +I, therefore, on behalf of our community, accept of your +offer, and swear on this blessed emblem to fulfil all your +wishes to the best of my poor abilities.’</p> + +<p>‘Enough; enough!’ said Montaldo. ‘I am satisfied. +Among that archipelago of desert islands, known by the +name of the Roccas, situated on the coast of the province +of Venezuela, in New Grenada, there is one called the +Wolf Rock; it is the longest and most northern of the +group, and lies the most to seaward. At the eastern point, +which runs a little way into the sea, there stands an old +vanilla tree, blasted and withered, and retaining but a +single solitary branch. On the eve of the Festival of St. +Jago the moon will be at her full in the west. At twenty +minutes past midnight she will attain to her highest altitude +in the heavens, and then the shadow of the tree will be +thrown due east. Watch till the branch and stem of the +tree unite and form only one line of shade. Mark its +extremity; for there, ten feet below the surface, the cask +containing the gold is buried. The gold, father, was +sinfully got; but fasts and penances have been done, masses +without number have been said, and I trust that the blessed +Virgin has interceded for the forgiveness of that great +wickedness! I have now confessed all, and confide in your +promise; and as you perform your oath, so will the blessing +or curse of a dying man abide with you. I feel faint—dying. +Oh! let me clasp my child once more to my +heart before I——’</p> + +<p>Here the rest of the sentence became indistinct from the +death-rattle in his throat. I leaped off my cot and sprang +up the hatchway, and had my foot on the top of the companion +ladder when a piercing shriek from below making<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span> +me quicken my steps I missed my hold, and fell against +some person crouching on the outside of the cabin door. +It was pitch dark, so that I could not see. ‘Who is that?’ +I demanded, but there was no answer, and the person with +whom I had collided rose and, without uttering a single word, +softly ascended the companion-way ladder; but as he +emerged into the faint light which still lingered in the +horizon I fancied that I could distinguish him to be the +captain.</p> + +<p>On my entering the cabin I found the Spaniard dead, +and his daughter lying in a state of insensibility by his +side; while the black servant was howling and tearing her +hair like one in a frenzy. The priest was entirely absorbed +in his devotions, so, without disturbing him, I lifted the +lady and bore her into the state-room. The greater part +of the night was passed in trying to restore her to sensation. +Fit after fit followed each other in such quick succession +that I began to have fears for the result; but at length the +hysterical paroxysm subsided, and tears coming to her relief +she grew somewhat composed, when I left her in charge of +her attendant.</p> + +<p>The next day was spent in taking out the remainder of +the felucca’s cargo. There seemed now no anxiety on the +captain’s part to proceed on his voyage. He appeared to +have forgotten the necessity, expressed on a former occasion, +of being in port within a limited time. During the days +that followed he was often in a state of inebriety, for the +wine and spirits of the Spaniards were lavishly served out to +the whole ship’s company, with whom he also mixed more, +and he changed that haughtiness of bearing which had +marked his conduct hitherto.</p> + +<p>Yielding to the passionate entreaties of Isabella, the old +Spaniard’s body was kept for several days, but at last she +grew reconciled to her father’s remains being committed to +the deep, and one evening as the sun was setting the body +was brought on deck swathed in canvas, and the priest conducted +a mass, and solemnly intoned the following prayer:—‘May +the angels conduct thee into Paradise; may the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span> +martyrs receive thee at thy coming; and mayst thou have +eternal rest with Lazarus, who was formerly poor!’ He +then sprinkled the body with holy water, and continued:—‘As +it hath pleased God to take the soul of our dear +brother here departed unto Himself, we therefore commit +his body to the deep, in the sure and certain hope of a +joyful resurrection on that day when the sea shall give up +its dead. Let him rest in peace!’ The Spaniards present +responded ‘Amen!’ and the priest repeating ‘May his +soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the +mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen!’ he made the sign +of the Cross, the end of the grating was gently elevated, +and the corpse heavily plunged into the water. The waves +parted, heaving and foaming round the body as it disappeared, +when, to our horror and astonishment, we beheld it +the next minute slowly return to the surface deprived of the +canvas covering in which it had been sewed. The dead +man came up as he had gone down, in an upright position, +and floated a little time with his back to the vessel, but the +motion of the water turned him round by degrees till we +distinctly saw his face. The head was thrown back, and +the eyes wide open, and under the strong stream of light +poured on them from the setting sun they seemed to glare +ghastly and fearfully upwards. His grey hair, long and dishevelled, +floated about his face, at times partially obscuring +it; and one arm, stretched forth and agitated by the action +of the waves, appeared as if in the act of threatening us. +When the first burst of horror had subsided, I caught hold +of Isabella to prevent her seeing the body, and was leading +her off when some of our sailors whispered that it was the +murdered man, old James Gemmel. The captain had been +hitherto looking on with the rest without having apparently +recognised him, but when the name struck his ear he +shrank back and involuntarily exclaimed, ‘It’s a lie! It’s +an infamous lie! Who dares to say he was murdered? +But don’t let him come on board; for God’s sake keep him +down, or he’ll take us with him to the bottom! Will +nobody keep him down? Will nobody shove him off?<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span> +Helm a-lee!’ he bawled out, waving his hand to the man +at the wheel; but the man had deserted his post, eager to +see what was going on; the skipper, therefore, ran to the +wheel himself, and again issued his commands, ‘Let go the +main-topsail weather-braces, and bring round the yard! +Let them go, I say!’ His orders were speedily executed. +The vessel gathered way, and we quickly shot past the body +of the old man.</p> + +<p>For several days after this we pursued our course with +a favourable wind, which drove us swiftly forward on our +voyage. The captain now kept himself constantly intoxicated, +seldom made his appearance in the cabin, but left us +altogether to the care of the steward. All subordination +was now at an end; his whole time was spent among the +seamen, with whom he mixed familiarly, and was addressed +by them without the slightest portion of that respect or +deference commonly paid to the captain of a vessel. The +appearance of the men also was much altered. From the +careless mirth and gaiety, and the characteristic good +humour of sailors, there was now a sullenness and gloom +only visible. A constant whispering, a constant caballing +was going on, a perpetual discussion, as if some design of +moment was in agitation, or some step of deep importance +was about to be taken. All sociality and confidence +towards each other were banished. In place of conversing +together in a body as formerly, they now walked about in +detached parties, and among them the boatswain and +carpenter seemed to take an active lead. Yet, in the midst +of all this disorder, a few of the crew kept themselves +separate, taking no share in the general consultation, but +from the anxiety expressed in their countenances, as well as +in that of the mate, I foresaw some storm was brewing, and +about to burst on our heads.</p> + +<p>Since Montaldo’s death Isabella had been in the habit of +leaving her cabin after sunset to enjoy the coolness of the +evening breeze, and in this she was sometimes joined by the +priest, but more frequently was only attended by her woman. +One evening she came up as usual, and after walking<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span> +backward and forward on deck with me till the dews began +to fall, she turned to go below, but just as she approached +the companion-way one of the sailors, whom we had +rescued from the felucca, who now, in the absence of all +discipline, lounged about the quarter-deck without rebuke, +shut down the head, and throwing himself on it, declared +that none should make him rise without the reward of a +kiss. This piece of insolence was received with an encouraging +laugh by his fellows, and several slang expressions +of wit were uttered, which were loudly applauded by those +around. Without a word of remonstrance, Isabella timidly +stooped, and would have attempted getting down the ladder +without disturbing the men, when, burning with indignation, +I seized the rascal by the collar, and pitched him head +foremost along the deck. In an instant he got on his legs, +and pulling a long clasp-knife out of his pocket, with a +loud imprecation made towards me. All the other sailors +likewise made a motion to assist him, and I expected to be +assailed on all hands, when the mate interfered, and laying +hold of the marline-spike which I had caught up wherewith +to defend myself, pushed me back as he whispered:</p> + +<p>‘Are you mad that you interfere? For heaven’s sake +keep quiet, for I have no authority over the crew now!’ +And he spoke the truth, for the negro, brandishing his +knife, and supported by his comrades, was again advancing, +when the hoarse voice of the boatswain, as he ran to the +scene of the action, arrested his progress.</p> + +<p>‘Hollo! you there; what’s the squall for? Avast! +avast! Mingo. Off hands is fair play. Ship that blade of +yours, or I’ll send my fist through your ribs, and make +daylight shine through them in a minute.’</p> + +<p>I related the behaviour of the fellow, and was requesting +him to order the others forward, when I was cut short by +his exclaiming, to my astonishment:</p> + +<p>‘We shall do as we like here, young man! We are +all alike free in a British ship. But damn his eyes for an +insolent son of a sea cook. He wants to kiss this pretty lady! +I’ll let him know she belongs to his betters! The black<span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span> +wench is good enough for him any day. Come, my dear!’ +he continued, turning to Isabella; ‘give me the same fee, +and I’ll undertake to clear the way for you myself.’</p> + +<p>He made as if he meant to approach her, when, careless +of what the consequences might be to myself, I hastily +stepped forward, and, lifting up the head of the companion, +allowed Isabella to run below.</p> + +<p>‘This lady is no fit subject for either wit or insolence,’ +said I, shutting the doors, ‘and he is less than man who +would insult an unprotected female.’</p> + +<p>For a little while he stood eyeing me, as if hesitating +whether he should resent my interference or remain passive. +At length he turned slowly and doggedly away, as he +uttered:</p> + +<p>‘You ruffle big, and crow with a brisk note, sir. But +I’ve seen me do as wonderful a thing as twist your windpipe, +and send you over the side to cool yourself a bit; +and so I would serve you in the turning of a wave, if it +wasn’t that we may have use for you yet! I see in what +quarter the wind sets; but mind your eye! for sink me if +I don’t keep a sharp look-out ahead over you.’</p> + +<p>I now saw that things had come to a crisis—that the +crew meant to turn pirates, and I was going to be detained +among them for the sake of my professional services. I +could not without a shudder reflect on what must be the +fate of Isabella among such a gang of reckless villains; but +I firmly resolved that, come what might, my protection +and care over her should cease but with my life.</p> + +<p>To be prepared for the worst, I immediately went +below, loaded two pistols which I had brought on board +with me, and concealed them in my breast, securing at the +same time all my money and papers about my person. +While thus employed, one of the cabin boys came down +for a telescope, saying that a sail had hove in sight to windward. +Upon this I followed him up, and found the crew +collected together in a clamorous consultation as to the +course they should follow. Some were for laying to till she +came near enough, and seizing her if a merchantman; and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span> +if not, they could easily sheer off. But this motion was +overruled by the majority, who judged it best to keep clear +for fear of accidents. Accordingly, all the spare canvas was +set, and we were soon gaining large before the wind. But +the ‘Ariadne,’ though reckoned the fastest vessel that ever +left the Clyde when close hauled on a wind, was by no means +so fleet when squared and going free. She had now met +with her match, for the stranger was evidently gaining +rapidly on us, and in two hours we saw it was impossible +for us to escape. The priest and I were ordered down, +with a threat of instant death if we offered to come on +deck, or made any attempt to attract observation.</p> + +<p>I now communicated to Isabella my apprehensions with +respect to the crew, along with my resolution to leave the +vessel if the other proved a man-of-war, and earnestly advised +both her and the priest to take advantage of it also. She +thanked me with a look and a smile that told me how +sensible she was of the interest I took in her welfare, and +expressed her willingness to be guided by me in whatever +way I thought best.</p> + +<p>Shortly after this we heard a gun fired to bring us to, +and the ‘Ariadne’ hailed and questioned as to her port and +destination. The answers, it appeared, were thought evasive +and unsatisfactory, for we were ordered to come close under +the lee quarter of her Majesty’s sloop-of-war ‘Tartar,’ while +an officer was sent to examine our papers, for it appeared the +‘Tartar’ had been specially detailed to keep a look-out in +those waters for a notorious pirate, who had committed some +extraordinary deeds of daring while flying the English flag, +and pretending to be a peaceful trader. This was now our +only chance, and I resolved that if the officer did not +come below I would force the companion door, and claim +his protection. But I was not put to this alternative. As +soon as he arrived, I heard him desire the hatches to be +taken off, so that he could examine the hold. The inspection +did not satisfy him, for he hailed the sloop, and reported +that there were Spanish goods on board, which did not +appear in the manifest.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span>‘Then remain on board, and keep stern lights burning +all night, and take charge of the ship,’ was the reply. In +a state of irksome suspense we remained nearly two hours, +expecting every moment to hear the officer descending. At +length, to our relief, the companion doors were unlocked, +and a young man, attended by our captain, entered the +cabin. He looked surprised on seeing us, and, bowing to +Isabella, apologised for intruding at such an unseasonable hour.</p> + +<p>‘But I was not given to understand,’ he added, ‘that +there were passengers in the ship—prisoners I should rather +pronounce it, Captain Mahone, for you seem to have had +them under lock and key, which is rather an unusual mode +of treating ladies, at least in a vessel supposed to be bound +on a trading voyage. No wine, sir,’ he continued, motioning +away the bottle which the captain was hastily placing +on the table, ‘no wine, but be pleased to show me your +register and bill of lading.’</p> + +<p>He had not been long seated to inspect them when a +shuffling and hurried sound of feet was heard overhead, and +a voice calling on ‘Mr. Wright’ for assistance showed that +some scuffle had taken place above. Instantaneously we all +started to our feet, and the lieutenant was in the act of +drawing his sword, when, accidentally looking round, I +observed Mahone presenting a pistol behind. With a cry of +warning, I threw myself forward, and had just time to strike +the weapon slightly aside, when it went off. The ball +narrowly missed the head of Wright, for whom it had been +aimed, but struck the priest over the right eye, and the +unfortunate man, making one desperate and convulsive leap +as high as the ceiling, sunk down dead, and before the +captain could fire again I discharged the contents of my +pistol into his breast. We then rushed up on deck, but it +was only to find that the boat’s crew had been mastered, +and to behold the last of the men tumbled overboard. The +pirates then dispersed, and exerted themselves to get the +ship speedily under way, while the boatswain sang out to +extinguish the stern lights that the ‘Tartar’ might not be +guided by them.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span>‘It is all over with us!’ exclaimed my companion, ‘but +follow me; we have one chance for our lives yet. Our boat +is still towing astern. You throw yourself overboard and +swim till I slide down the painter, and cut her adrift. +Come, bear a hand, and jump. Don’t you see them +hastening aft?’ and in an instant he pitched himself off the +taffrail, slid down the rope which held the boat, and cast her +loose. But this advice, however judicious, it was impossible +for me to follow, for at that moment repeated shrieks from +Isabella put to flight all thoughts for my own individual +safety. I, therefore, hurried back to the cabin, determined +that if I could not rescue her along with myself, to remain +and protect her with my life. And in the nick of time I +arrived. The candles were still burning on the table, and +through the smoke of the pistols, which still filled the cabin, +I beheld her struggling in the arms of a Spanish sailor—the +identical fellow who had displayed such insolence in the +early part of the evening. With one stroke of the butt end +of my pistol I fractured the cursed villain’s skull, caught up +Isabella in my arms, ran up the ladder, and had nearly gained +the side when the boatswain, attracted by her white +garments, left the helm to intercept me, and I saw the gleam +of a dagger or knife of some sort on the point of descending, +when he was suddenly struck down by some person from +behind. I did not stop to discover who had done me this +good office, but hailing Wright, and clasping Isabella firmly +in my arms, I plunged into the water, followed by, at that +moment, an unknown ally. With the aid of my companion, +whom I now found to be John Wyllie, the mate, +we easily managed to support our charge till the boat reached +us, when we found that the greater part of the ‘Tartar’s’ +men, who also jumped overboard, had been rescued in a +similar manner.</p> + +<p>When the morning dawned we perceived the ‘Ariadne,’ +like a speck in the horizon, and the sloop-of-war in close +chase. Our attention was next turned to our own situation, +which was by no means enviable. We had escaped, it is +true, with our lives, for the present, but without a morsel of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span> +food, or a single drop of fresh water with us in the boat. +We could at best only expect to protract existence for a few +days longer, and then yield them up ultimately in horror +and misery. By an observation taken the day before, on +board the ‘Tartar,’ Mr. Wright informed us we were to +the north-east of the Bahamas, and distant about one +hundred and seventy miles from Walling’s Island, which +was the nearest land. This was a long distance, but as +despair never enters the breast of a British sailor, even in +situations of the utmost extremity, we cheered up each +other, and, as no other resource was left us, we manned our +oars, and pulled away with life, trusting to the chance of +meeting with some vessel, of which there was a strong +probability, as this was the common course of our leeward +traders. And our hopes were not disappointed, for next +day we fortunately fell in with a brig from the Azores, +bound for Porto Rico, on board of which we were received +with much kindness, and in five days we found ourselves +safely moored in Porto-Real harbour.</p> + +<p>My first step on landing was to inquire for a boarding-house +for Isabella, and I had the good luck to be directed to +one kept by a respectable English family in Orange Terrace, +and to this I conducted her. My next transaction was to +charter a small cutter, and to communicate to Wright the +secret of the hidden treasure, at the same time asking him +to adventure himself and his men on its recovery. I also +gave him to understand the probability of a rencontre with +the pirates, in the event of their having escaped the sloop, +for I was aware that Mahone had overheard the whole +confession from my finding him listening at the cabin door. +Without hesitation the lieutenant at once agreed to accompany +me, and engaging some hands out of a vessel newly +arrived, we soon mustered a party of fourteen men, and we +hired a cutter. As it wanted only six days to the Festival +of St. Jago, and the distance across the Caribbean Sea was +great enough to require all our exertions to be there in +time, we embarked and sailed that very night.</p> + +<p>Our cutter proved a very fast vessel, and though the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span> +winds were light and variable we made the Roccas on the +evening of the sixth day. As the Spaniard had foretold, the +moon was climbing the western sky, and pouring the fulness +of her splendour with a mild and beautiful effulgence on the +untroubled deep as we slowly drifted with the current +between the Wolf Rock and the adjacent isle. All was +silent and calm over the whole desert archipelago and the +vast surrounding waters, save now and then the flight of a +sea fowl awakening from its slumbers as we passed, or the +occasional roar of the jaguar faintly wafted from the mainland. +We ran the cutter into a deep and narrow creek, +moored her safe, and proceeded, well-armed, to the eastern +extremity. There we found the projecting point of land, +and the old vanilla tree exactly in the situation described—its +huge, twisted trunk was still entire, and from the end of +its solitary branch, which was graced by a few scattered +leaves, the body of a man in the garb of a sailor hung +suspended in irons. The clothes had preserved the body +from the birds of prey, but the head was picked clean and +bare, leaving the eyeless and bleached skull to glitter white +in the moonlight. In perfect silence, and with something +of awe on our spirits, impressed by the solitude and dreariness +of the scene, we seated ourselves on the rocks, and, +with my watch in my hand, I began to mark the progress +of the shadow. For nearly three hours we watched in this +manner, listening attentively for the slightest sound from +seaward; but everything continued hushed and still, except +the creaking of the chain as the dead man swung to and fro +in the breeze. Midnight was now drawing near, the moon, +radiant and full, was careering high through the deep blue +of heaven, and the shadows of the branch and stem were +approaching each other, and towards the desired point. At +length the hand of my watch pointed to within one minute +of the time. It passed over. The branch and stem now +merged into one, and threw their shadow due east, and the +first spadeful of earth had been thrown out when the man +who had been stationed to keep a look-out came running to +inform us that a boat was rapidly approaching from the east.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span> +We immediately concluded that they must be some of the +‘Ariadne’s’ crew; and their long and vigorous strokes, as they +stretched out to the full extent of their oars, showed that +they knew the importance of every minute that elapsed. +Our implements for digging were hastily laid aside, and we +concealed ourselves among the rocks till the pirates came +within reach. In a short time the boat was run ashore, and +eight armed men came forward, partly Spaniards and partly +the ship’s crew, among whom I recognised the boatswain, +and, to my surprise, Mahone, whom I had shot and left for +dead in the cabin. Without giving them time to prepare +for the assault we quitted our shelter, and sprung among +them at once, laying about with the short swords we had +provided ourselves with. For a little space the skirmish was +toughly and hotly contested, for the pirates were resolute +and reckless, and fought with the desperation of men who +knew that the only chance for their lives lay in their own +exertions. In the confusion of the fray I had lost sight of +Wright, and was closely engaged with one of the Spaniards, +when the voice of the boatswain, shouting forth a horrible +imprecation, sounded immediately behind me. I turned +round, and sprang aside from the sweep of his cutlass, and, +as my pistols were both empty, retreated, acting upon the +defensive, when he pulled out his, fired, and hurled the +weapon at my head. The shot passed without injuring me, +but the pistol, aimed with better effect, struck me full on +the forehead. A thousand sparks of light flashed from my +eyes, I felt myself reeling, and on the point of falling, when +a cut across the shoulder stretched me at once on the +ground. When I recovered from my stupor and opened my +eyes, the morning was far advanced, the sun was shining +bright overhead, and I found myself at sea, lying on the +deck of the cutter, and Wright busily engaged in examining +my wounds. From him I learned that the pirates had been +mastered after a severe conflict, in which four had been slain +and left on the island, two had escaped unobserved during +the fight, and made off with their boat, and two had been +wounded, and were prisoners on board, one of whom was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span> +Mahone. On our arrival at Porto Rico we delivered them +over to the civil power, and soon afterwards Mahone was +tried for the murder of the priest, when he was convicted +on our evidence, condemned, and executed.</p> + +<p>Under good nursing and care I gradually recovered, and +by the fall of the season, without any further adventures, I +once more landed safe in Scotland.</p> + +<p>Isabella is not now that destitute and unprotected orphan +whom I first saw on the middle of the western ocean, but +the happy mistress of a happy home, diffusing life and +gladness on all around her. My friend Wright has lately +been placed on the list of post-captains, and is anxiously +waiting for more bustling times, when there will be more +knocking about and more hard blows and quicker promotion +than can be hoped for in piping times of peace. John +Wyllie, too, has had advancement in his line, being now +master of one of the finest ships sailing out of the Clyde, +and I have the additional satisfaction of knowing that none +of the crew of the cutter have had reason to regret their +having jeopardised their lives in fighting for the ‘Pirate’s +Treasure,’ which proved to be of far greater value than the +confession of the dying Spaniard had led me to believe. +Altogether that voyage was an extraordinary one, and at +this period I can look back and feel the truths of the saying +that ‘Some men are born to strange destinies.’</p> + +<p>In this present day we have become more prosaic, and +true romances of the sea such as I have described will soon +be things of the past.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">VI<br> + +THE LEGEND OF WOLFSPRING</h2> +</div> +<p class="center">A STORY OF THE BLACK FOREST</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Wolfspring Castle</span> stood in the very heart of the Black +Forest, and for centuries had been in possession of the +Barons of Wolfspring, one of the most powerful German +families of the Middle Ages, and who, even at the present +day, although living on the wreck of their former greatness +only, still keep up a semblance of dignity.</p> + +<p>The seat of these territorial lords was a castellated Gothic +mansion built for strength and defence. It was a massive +and imposing pile, gloomy and forbidding as to its external +aspects, but designed internally with an eye to the comfort +and luxury of its occupants. Nevertheless, there were many +dark, tortuous corridors and vaulted tapestry rooms, in which +there were ghostly echoes. There were also secret stairways, +concealed spring doors, and deep down in the basement +a number of gloomy dungeons, in which many a +ghastly tragedy had been enacted.</p> + +<p>A dark grove of pine and mountain ash encompassed the +castle on every side, and threw an aspect of weirdness around +the scene, and even shut out the sunshine, which failed to +penetrate to that part of the forest’s dark depths.</p> + +<p>The extraordinary and astounding events that are now +about to be related occurred long ago, but incredible as they +may seem to the modern sceptic, are still vouched for by +those who have their homes in the Black Forest at the +present time.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span>At the period referred to the then Baron of Wolfspring +had an only daughter, whose ravishing beauty had caused +her to become the talk of Germany, and suitors from all +parts had sought her hand. As she was the apple of her +father’s eye, however, he had carefully guarded her, in the +hope that she would remain with him, as he could not bear +the idea of her parting from him. Nevertheless, he surrounded +her with nearly everything she desired, and was +constantly devising new plans for her amusement. On +reaching her twenty-first year her father made it the occasion +for a fête, such as was rarely seen even in Germany, and +preparations were made for it months before the time. +Invitations were sent out lavishly, and it was calculated that +the Black Forest would witness a gathering of beauty and +bravery which would pass down to posterity as an historical +event. The lady’s birthday fell in the winter time, but +that did not prevent the invited guests from assembling in +great numbers.</p> + +<p>The castle bells rang out a merry peal at the approach +of a winter twilight, and the warder was stationed with his +retinue on the battlements, to announce the arrival of the +company who were invited to share the amusements that +reigned within the walls. The Lady Marguerite, the +baron’s only daughter, never looked more ravishing than on +this occasion. The large vaulted apartments were thrown +open for the reception of the numerous guests, and by midnight +the castle was a scene of gaiety and brilliancy, and +the greatest good humour prevailed.</p> + +<p>Suddenly it was noted that amongst the guests in the +ballroom was a very remarkable-looking man, who had not +been noticed before, and who was an utter stranger to everyone +present. He attracted attention by his dignified bearing, +his handsome features, and the magnificence of his dress. +The baron was appealed to, but had to confess that he did +not know the stranger, who, on being asked for his name +and rank, politely asked that he might be allowed to remain +incognito, but he hinted that his lineage was perhaps superior +to any else present, and his wishing to remain unknown for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span> +a time was a mere whim; but, for convenience sake, he requested +that he might be addressed as the count. As may +be supposed this mysterious stranger aroused no little +curiosity, and his boast of superiority engendered some +amount of ill-feeling. It would have been contrary to all +traditions of Wolfspring hospitality for the baron to request +his strange guest to retire, especially on such an occasion, +and although he had come without retinue or following of +any kind, and not one of the retainers could give any information +as to when or how he arrived, he was treated by the +host with every consideration and respect.</p> + +<p>It soon became only too obvious, however, that the +stranger’s presence was likely to be productive of much +heart-burning, if not of actual mischief, for he bestowed all +his attentions on the beautiful Marguerite, and quite ignored +the other ladies. This would probably have led to a speedy +open rupture, as some or other of the jealous men would +have been sure to have insulted him, and in that age insult +was quickly followed by blows and bloodshed. But somehow +or other it began to be whispered that the proud and +uninvited guest was none other than the king’s brother, +who for certain family reasons had long lived abroad, but his +wealth, power, and possible succession to the throne had +caused him to be a very-much-talked-of personage in Germany, +although no one seemed to know anything about him. +But there had been stories of his handsome appearance and +his eccentricity. As may be supposed the mere suggestion +that the unbidden guest was the mysterious brother of the +king at once silenced criticism, and there was a general +desire to pay him homage and treat him with respect.</p> + +<p>All these flattering attentions he acknowledged with lofty +dignity, and it was obvious that he was bent on winning the +good opinion of the host’s fair daughter, and equally obvious +that she was fascinated by his brilliancy and wit; and when +he casually remarked, with a sigh, that in another half-hour +he must tear himself from her, and leave the fair scene to ride +forth again on his journey, she flew to her father and begged +of him to press the count to prolong his stay for a few days.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span> +Not wishing to deny his daughter anything, the baron +approached the count, who, however, did not seem disposed +to yield, until beautiful Marguerite herself added her persuasions +to those of her father, and then, with a gracious bow, +the count expressed his intention of accepting the invitation.</p> + +<p>The festivities were prolonged far into the night. Outside +the elements waged war, for a terrific gale swept through +the forest, bringing with it the heaviest fall of snow that had +been experienced for many years. But the storm did not +interfere with the comfort of the revellers, who began to +disperse to their respective rooms as the castle bell tolled the +hour of five.</p> + +<p>The day had far advanced when the guests reassembled +for the morning meal. Then experiences were exchanged, +and strange stories told. One averred that he had been the +victim of remarkable phenomena in his room, another that +he had heard the flapping of wings at his window, and when, +out of a kindly feeling, he arose and opened the window, +thinking that some poor storm-beaten bird was in distress, +he was greeted with eldritch laughter and shrill screams that +pealed through the forest. Others, again, said that they had +heard heavenly music; but several, who occupied apartments +near those in which the count had been placed, affirmed +that they were startled by awful and unearthly sounds proceeding +from his room, and yet they were unable to define +those sounds. The more level-headed guests smiled as they +heard these fantastic stories, and were disposed to attribute +them to the figments of wine-heated brains. The mysterious +count was almost the last to put in an appearance at the +breakfast table, and when he gathered the subject of the +conversation a dark smile of unutterable meaning played +round his saturnine features, which then relapsed into an +expression of the deepest melancholy. He addressed his conversation +principally to Marguerite, and talked enthusiastically +of the different climes he had visited, of the sunny +regions of Italy, where the very air breathes the fragrance +of flowers, and the summer breeze sighs over a land of +sweets. When he spoke to her of those delicious countries<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span> +where the smile of the day sinks into the softer beauty of +the night, and the loveliness of heaven is never for an +instant obscured, he drew sighs of regret from the bosom of +his fair auditor, and for the first time in her life she longed +to leave her home and wander in the lands of delight of +which the count drew such graphic pictures.</p> + +<p>It soon became evident that the count was bent upon +making an impression upon the heart of Marguerite, and +when a week had elapsed he still lingered at the castle, +although most of the guests had departed, but he begged +his host’s permission to be allowed to prolong his stay, as +he had never before experienced so much happiness. As +the baron had now quite come to believe he was entertaining +the king’s brother, and the probable future king, +he was nothing loth that the stranger should stay, and he +even began to think that he could now reconcile himself to +the loss of his daughter, so long as there was a prospect of +her becoming a queen. For that high honour he was prepared +to sacrifice even his own feelings.</p> + +<p>Days rolled on, and every moment increased the fervour +of the inexpressible sentiments with which the stranger +had inspired Marguerite. He never discoursed of love, but +he looked it in his language, in his manner, in the insinuating +tones of his voice, and in the slumbering softness of +his smile; and when he found that he had succeeded in +impressing her, a sneer of the most diabolical meaning spoke +for an instant, and died again on his dark-featured countenance. +When he met her in the company of her father he +was at once respectful and submissive, and it was only when +alone with her, in her rambles through the forest with her +favourite hounds, that he assumed the guise of the more +impassioned admirer.</p> + +<p>As he was sitting one evening with the baron in a +wainscoted apartment of the library, the conversation +happened to turn upon supernatural agency. The stranger +remained reserved and mysterious during the discussion, +but when the baron in a sneering manner denied the existence +of spirits, and satirically invoked their appearance, if<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span> +there was any truth in the many stories he had heard, the +count’s eyes seemed to glow with unearthly lustre, and his +form to dilate to more than its natural dimensions. When +the conversation had ceased, to the astonishment of everyone +a chorus of celestial harmony was heard pealing +through the dark forest glade. The stranger was disturbed +and gloomy; he looked at his noble host with +compassion, and something like a tear swam in his dark eyes. +After the lapse of a few seconds the music died gently in +the distance, and all was hushed as before. The baron soon +after quitted the apartment, and was followed almost immediately +by the stranger. He had not long been absent +from the room when harrowing groans were heard, as if +some person was suffering the agonies of an unusually +painful death, and when the attendants and others rushed +out to ascertain the cause the baron was discovered +stretched dead in the corridor. His countenance was convulsed +with pain, and the grip of a human hand was clearly +visible on his blackened throat. The alarm was instantly +given, the castle searched in every direction, and, to the +alarm and consternation of everyone, it was found that the +count had disappeared. Guests and servants alike mounted +their horses and scoured the forest in every direction, but +not a trace of the stranger could be discovered, and it was +noted that the many paths diverging from the castle were +covered with the unsullied and untrodden snow. There +was no sign of either man or horse having passed. How, +then, had the count gone away? The mystery was profound, +and a strange fear fell upon the assembly.</p> + +<p>In due course the body of the baron was committed to +the earth with all the pomp and ceremony befitting the +burial of a person of his high rank, and then those who +had remained behind to pay their last respects to the dead +host dispersed to their homes, and the remembrance of the +dreadful transaction was recalled but as a thing that should +be spoken of with bated breath. Men shuddered as they +referred to it, and women became hysterical. What was +the awful mystery? Would it ever be cleared up? Who<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span> +was the strange count, and how had he disappeared? He +had gone as he came; no one knew how.</p> + +<p>After the disappearance of the stranger who had fascinated +her and won her love, the spirits of the gentle Marguerite +declined. The loss of her lover and the awfully mysterious +death of her father threw the girl into a profound +melancholy, and she refused to be comforted. She would +walk early and late in the walks that he had once frequented +so that she might recall his last words, dwell on +his honeyed smile, and wander to the spot where she had +once discoursed with him of love. She avoided all society, +and when alone in the solitude of her chamber she gave +vent to her affliction in tears, and the love that the pride of +maiden modesty concealed in public burst forth in the hours +of privacy. So beauteous, yet so resigned, was the fair +mourner that she seemed already an angel freed from the +trammels of the world and prepared to take her flight to +heaven.</p> + +<p>The winter slowly passed. It lingered unusually long +that year, but at length the snow melted under the warm +rays of the spring sunshine, and in a little while thereafter +summer burst in all its glory, and the great forest was +resonant with a thousand glad voices of revivified nature. +Marguerite had had a seat erected in a spot commanding +a magnificent view which had more than once called forth +the admiration of the count, although he had only seen it +under its winter aspects. Here one summer day she sat +wrapped in thought, when she was suddenly startled by +someone approaching. She turned round quickly, and to +her infinite surprise beheld the count, looking even +handsomer and more fascinating than when she last beheld +him. He stepped gaily to her side, and commenced an +animated conversation.</p> + +<p>‘You left me,’ exclaimed the delighted girl, ‘and I +thought all happiness was fled from me for ever; but you +return, and shall we not be happy?’</p> + +<p>‘Happy,’ replied the stranger with a scornful burst of +derision, ‘can I ever be happy again? Can the—but excuse<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span> +the agitation, my love, and impute it to the pleasure I +experience at our meeting. Oh! I have many things to +tell you; aye! and many kind words to receive. Is it not +so, sweet one? Come, tell me truly, have you been happy +during my absence? No! I see in that sunken eye, in that +pallid cheek, that the poor wanderer has at least gained +some slight interest in the heart of his beloved. I have +roamed to other climes, I have seen other nations, I have +met with other women, beautiful and accomplished, but I +have met with but one angel, and she is here before me. +Accept this simple offering of my affection, dearest,’ continued +the stranger, plucking a heath-rose from its stem; ‘it +is beautiful as yourself, and sweet as is the love I bear thee.’</p> + +<p>‘It is sweet, indeed,’ replied Marguerite, ‘but its sweetness +must wither ere night closes around. It is beautiful, +but its beauty is shortlived, as the love evinced by man. +Let not this, then, be the type of your attachment. Bring +me the delicate evergreen, the sweet flower that blossoms +throughout the year, and I will say, as I wreathe it in my +hair, “The violets have bloomed and died, the roses have +flourished and decayed, but the evergreen is still young, and +so is the love of my wanderer.” Ah, don’t think me +immodest if I confess my love for you. You taught me +love, why then should I conceal my feelings? You will +not—cannot desert me again. I live but in you; you are +my hope, my thoughts, my existence itself, and if I lose you +I lose my all. I was but a solitary wild flower in the +wilderness of nature, and can you now break the fond heart +you first taught to glow with passion?’</p> + +<p>‘Speak not thus,’ returned the stranger, suddenly +changing his manner; ‘it rends my very soul to hear you. +Leave me, forget me, avoid me for ever, or your eternal +ruin must ensue. I am a thing abandoned of God and man, +and did you but see the seared heart that scarcely beats +within this moving mass of deformity you would flee me as +you would an adder in your path. Here is my heart, love, +feel how cold it is. There is no pulse that betrays its +emotion, for all is chilled and dead as the friends I once knew.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span>Marguerite was alarmed. ‘You are unhappy, love,’ she +exclaimed; ‘but do not think I am capable of abandoning you +in your misfortunes. No! I will wander with you through +the wide world, and be your servant, your slave, if you will +have it so. I will be true to you, and though the cold +world may scorn you, though friends fall off and associates +wither in the grave, there shall be one fond heart who +will love you better in your misfortune, and cherish you, +bless you still.’</p> + +<p>She ceased, and her blue eyes swam in tears as she +turned them glistening with affection towards the stranger. +He averted his head from her gaze, and a scornful sneer +of the darkest, the deadliest malice passed over his fine +countenance. In an instant the expression subsided, his +fixed glassy eye resumed its unearthly chillness, and he +turned once again to his companion.</p> + +<p>‘It is the hour of sunset,’ he exclaimed; ‘the soft, the +beauteous hour, when the hearts of lovers are happy, and +Nature smiles in unison with their feelings; but to me it +will smile no longer. Ere the morrow dawns I shall be far, +very far, from the house of my beloved, from the scenes +where my heart is enshrined, as in a sepulchre. Must I +leave you, sweetest flower of the wilderness, to be the sport +of the whirlwind, the prey of the mountain blast?’</p> + +<p>‘No, we will not part,’ replied the impassioned girl: +‘where thou goest will I go; thy home shall be my home, +and thy God shall be my God.’</p> + +<p>‘Swear it, swear it,’ resumed the stranger, wildly grasping +her by the hand; ‘swear to the oath I shall dictate.’ He then +desired her to kneel, and holding his right hand in a menacing +attitude towards heaven, and throwing back his dark raven +locks, he exclaimed with the ghastly smile of an incarnate +fiend, ‘May the curses of an offended God haunt you, cling +to you for ever, in the tempest and in the calm, in the day +and in the night, in sickness and in sorrow, in life and in +death, should you swerve from the promise you have made +to be mine. May the dark spirits of the damned howl in +your ears the accursed chorus of fiends; may despair rack<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span> +your bosom with the quenchless flames of hell! May your +soul be as the lazar-house of corruption, where the ghost of +departed pleasure sits enshrined, as in a grave, where the +hundred-headed worm never dies, where the fire is never +extinguished. May a spirit of evil lord it over your brow, +and proclaim as you pass by, “This is the abandoned of +God and man”; may fearful spectres haunt you in the +night season; may your dearest friends drop day by day +into the grave, and curse you with their dying breath; may +all that is most horrible in human nature, more solemn +than language can frame or lips can utter, may this, and +more than this, be your eternal portion should you violate +the oath you have taken.’ He ceased, and hardly knowing +what she did, the terrified girl acceded to the awful +adjuration, and promised eternal fidelity to him who was +henceforth to be her lord.</p> + +<p>‘Spirits of the damned, I thank you for your assistance,’ +exclaimed the count, as if he had become suddenly frenzied. +‘I have wooed my fair bride bravely. She is mine—mine +for ever. Aye, body and soul, both mine; mine in life, +and mine in death. What, in tears, my sweet one, ere yet +the honeymoon is past? Why! indeed, you have cause for +weeping; but when next we meet we shall meet to sign +the nuptial bond.’ He then imprinted a cold salute on the +cheek of his young bride, and softening down the unutterable +horrors of his countenance, requested her to meet +him at eight o’clock on the ensuing evening in the chapel +adjoining the castle of Wolfspring. She turned round to +him with a passionate cry of pain, and as if to implore him +to release her from her rash vow, but he had gone—disappeared +as suddenly as if the earth had opened and +swallowed him.</p> + +<p>Marguerite arose with a sense of unutterable horror +weighing her down. On entering the castle she was observed +to be weeping, and her relations vainly endeavoured +to ascertain the cause of her uneasiness; but the tremendous +oath she had sworn completely paralysed her +faculties, and she was fearful of betraying herself by even<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span> +the slightest intonation of her voice or the least variable expression +of her countenance. When the evening was concluded +the family retired to rest; but Marguerite, who was +unable to sleep, owing to the troubled state of her mind, +requested to be allowed to remain alone in the library that +adjoined her apartment.</p> + +<p>Midnight came; every domestic had long since retired +to rest, and the only sound that could be distinguished was +the sullen howl of the ban-dog as he bayed the waning +moon. Marguerite remained in the library in an attitude +of deep meditation. The lamp that burnt on the table +where she sat was dying away, and the lower end of the +apartment was already more than half obscured. The clock +from the northern angle of the castle tolled out the hour of +twelve, and the sound echoed dismally in the solemn stillness +of the night. Suddenly the oaken door at the farther +end of the room was gently lifted on its latch, and a bloodless +figure, apparelled in the habiliments of the grave, +advanced slowly up the apartment. No sound heralded its +approach, as it moved with noiseless steps to the table where +the lady was stationed. She did not at first perceive it, till +she felt a death-cold hand fast grasped in her own, and +heard a solemn voice whisper in her ear, ‘Marguerite.’ +She looked up; a dark figure was standing beside her. She +endeavoured to scream, but her voice was unequal to the +exertion; her eyes were fixed, as if by magic, on the form, +which slowly removed the garb that concealed its countenance, +and disclosed the livid eyes and skeleton shape of her +father. It seemed to gaze on her with pity and regret, and +mournfully exclaimed, ‘Marguerite, the dresses and the +servants are ready, the church bell has tolled, and the priest +is at the altar, but where is the affianced bride? There is +room for her in the grave, and to-morrow shall she be with +me.’</p> + +<p>‘To-morrow?’ faltered out the distracted girl.</p> + +<p>‘The spirits of hell shall have registered it,’ answered +the spirit, ‘and to-morrow must the bond be cancelled.’ +The figure ceased, slowly retired, and disappeared.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span>The morning—evening—arrived; and already, as the +clock struck eight, Marguerite was on her road to the +chapel. It was a dark, gloomy night; thick masses of dun +clouds sailed across the firmament; and the roar of the +winter wind echoed awfully through the forest trees. She +reached the appointed place; a figure was in waiting for +her; it advanced, and disclosed the features of the count. +‘Why! this is well, my bride,’ he exclaimed, with a sneer; +‘and well will I repay your fondness. Follow me.’ They +proceeded together in silence through the winding avenues +of the chapel, until they reached the adjoining cemetery. +Here they paused for an instant; and the count, in a +softened tone, said, ‘But one hour more, and the struggle +will be over. And yet this heart of incarnate malice can +feel when it devotes so young, so pure a spirit to the grave. +But it must—it must be,’ he proceeded, as the memory of +her love for him rushed through his mind; ‘for the fiend +whom I obey has so willed it. Poor girl, I am leading you +indeed to our nuptials; but the priest will be death, thy +parents the mouldering skeletons that rot in heaps around, +and the witnesses of our union the lazy worms that revel on +the rotting bones of the dead. Come, my young bride, the +priest is impatient for his victim.’ As they proceeded a dim +blue light moved swiftly before them, and displayed at the +extremity of the churchyard the portals of a vault. It was +open, and they entered it in silence. The hollow wind +came rushing through the gloomy abode of the dead; and +on every side were piled the mouldering remnants of coffins, +which dropped piece by piece upon the damp earth. Every +step they took was on a dead body, and the bleached bones +rattled horribly beneath their feet. In the centre of the +vault rose a heap of unburied skeletons, whereon was seated +a figure too awful even for the darkest imagination to conceive. +As they approached it the hollow vault rung with a +hellish peal of laughter; and every mouldering corpse +seemed endued with unearthly life. The count paused, +and as he grasped his victim in one hand, one sigh burst +from his heart—one tear glistened in his eye. It was but<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span> +for an instant; the figure frowned awfully at his vacillation, +and waved his gaunt hand.</p> + +<p>The count advanced; he made certain mystic circles +in the air, uttered unearthly words, and paused in excess of +terror. On a sudden he raised his voice, and wildly exclaimed, +‘Spouse of the spirit of darkness, a few moments +are yet yours; you may know to whom you have consigned +yourself. I am the undying spirit of the wretch +who cursed his Saviour on the Cross. He looked at me in +the closing hour of His existence, and that look has not yet +passed away, for I am cursed above all on earth. I am +eternally condemned to hell, and must cater for my master’s +taste till the world is parched as is a scroll, and the heavens +and the earth have passed away. I am he of whom you +may have read, and of whose feats you may have heard. A +million souls has my master condemned me to ensnare, and +then my penance is accomplished, and I may know the +repose of the grave. You are the thousandth soul that I +have damned. I saw you in your hour of purity, and I +marked you at once for my own. Your father I killed for +his temerity, and permitted him to warn you of your fate; +and yourself have I beguiled for your simplicity. Ha! the +spell works bravely, and you shall soon see, my sweet one, +to whom you have linked your undying fortunes, for as long +as the seasons shall move on their course of nature—as long +as the lightning shall flash, and the thunders roll—your +penance shall be eternal. Look below and see to what you +are destined.’</p> + +<p>She looked, with a sense of unutterable horror freezing +the very blood in her veins. The vault split in a thousand +different directions; the earth yawned asunder; and the +roar of mighty waters was heard. A living ocean of molten +fire glowed in the abyss beneath her, and blending with the +shrieks of the damned and the triumphant shouts of the +fiends, rendered horror more horrible than imagination. +Ten millions of souls were writhing in the fiery flames, +and as the boiling billows dashed them against the blackened +rocks of adamant, they cursed with the blasphemies of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[130]</span> +despair, and each curse echoed in thunder across the wave. +The count rushed towards his victim. For an instant he +held her over the burning lake, looked fondly in her face, +and wept as if he were a child. This was but the impulse +of a moment; again he grasped her in his arms, strained +her to his bosom passionately, as if some finer emotion had +overcome him; then, with a wild and sudden movement, +he dashed her from him to the ground, and as she fell, +paralysed and dying at his feet, he exclaimed fiercely, ‘Not +mine is the crime, but the religion you profess; for is it +not said in that religion that there is a fire of eternity +prepared for the souls of the wicked, and have you not +deserved its torments? Had you spurned me at the first +hour we met, when I sought your destruction, you would +have been saved. But you were weak, and though good +men and true sought to woo you, you would not listen to +them, but threw yourself into my arms, stranger though +I was.’</p> + +<p>Stooping with these words he raised her insensible form +as easily as if she had been a child, poised her for an instant +above his head, and then, with an awful imprecation, he +hurled her from him. Her delicate form bounded from +rock to rock, and the chorus of a thousand voices seemed +to shake the very earth in a fierce exultant cry. Then the +tomb closed. A darkness as of death fell, and a strange +silence followed. For a few minutes the count stood like +a statue, a pale blue lambent flame playing about him, until +suddenly he turned, the light faded, he drew his cloak about +him, and went forth into the darkness, and was seen no +more.</p> + +<p>From that day the inhabitants of Wolfspring fled in +horror from the accursed spot, and the castle gradually +crumbled into ruins. Nothing now remains but a heap of +grass-grown stones, where in summer time the forest adder +glides. The peasant passes the place with a shudder; and +around the wood fires on a winter night the humble forest +folk will recall the story, current for generations, of the +Fair Maid of Wolfspring and the Mysterious Count.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[131]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">VII<br> + +THE WHITE RAVEN</h2> +</div> +<p class="center">THE STORY AS TOLD BY LYDIA STAINSBY.</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was generally said of my father—who was a son of the +late Sir John Mark Stainsby—that he was somewhat of an +oddity. He certainly had original ideas, and it was a +favourite remark of his that he did not care to baa, because +the great family of human sheep baaed in chorus. It was +due, no doubt, to this faculty of originality that he became +the owner of Moorland Grange, which was situated on the +edge of wild Dartmoor. My father was a widower; I was +his only daughter, but I had four brothers, and I doubt if +any girl’s brothers were more devoted to her than mine +were to me. We were a very united family, and had for +many years resided in London, and as my father had ample +means we found life very enjoyable. I was considered to be +an exceedingly fortunate young woman. My friends all too +flatteringly told me I was beautiful, and I know that when +I looked into my mirror the reflection that met my gaze +was certainly not one to make me shudder. Of course this +was vanity, but then that is a woman’s especial privilege, +and so I don’t intend to make any apology for the remark, +for I am quite sure that I never was a plain-looking girl.</p> + +<p>When my father purchased Moorland Grange I was +just turned twenty years of age, and was looking forward +with eager pleasure—what girl does not?—to my marriage +with one of the dearest and most devoted of men. His +name was Herbert Wilton. By profession he was a civil<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span> +engineer, and for some time he had been in the Brazils, surveying +for a new line of railroad which an English company +had undertaken to construct. Herbert’s engagement had +nearly expired, and we were to be married on the New +Year’s Day following his return.</p> + +<p>My father had some relatives in Devonshire; he was +exceedingly fond of that part of the country. And on one +occasion, after having been on a visit there, he said:</p> + +<p>‘Lydia, how would you like to go and live in Devonshire?’</p> + +<p>I told him that hardly anything could give me greater +pleasure, and then he astonished me by telling me that he +had bought one of the ‘queerest, tumble-down, romantic, +ghost-haunted old houses imaginable.’ It was known as +‘Moorland Grange,’ and he had got it for, as he said, ‘an old +song,’ as it had been without a tenant for twenty-five years. +The cause of this was, as I learnt, mainly attributable to +an evil reputation it had acquired, owing to a remarkable +murder that had been committed in the house at some remote +period. That at least was the current legend, and it +certainly affected the interests of the owners of the property. +It was another instance of the truth of the adage about +giving a dog a bad name. This house had got a bad name, +and people shunned it as they might have shunned a leper. +For some time the estate had been in Chancery, and as no +purchaser could be found for it, my father had been able to +secure it at a ridiculously low figure, and he intended—as +he told me cheerfully—to purge it of its evil reputation.</p> + +<p>At this time only my two younger brothers—who were +mere boys—were at home, the others being in India; and +so they, my father and I, with three servants, started for +Moorland Grange, so as to get it in order, as we intended +to reside there permanently.</p> + +<p>The time of year was April, and the nearest station to +the Grange was Tavistock, where we arrived about five in +the afternoon, on as wild, bleak, and windy a day as our +fickle and varying climate is capable of giving us even in +tearful April. From the station we had a drive of over three<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span> +miles. My father had deputed an old man named Jack +Bewdley to meet us with a trap. Jack had been promised +work on our new estate as handy man, woodcutter, or +anything else in which he could be useful. He had nearly +reached the allotted span, and was gnarled and twisted like +an ancient oak. Born and bred in the neighbourhood of +Dartmoor, he had never been fifty miles away from his +native place in his life. He was a blunt, rugged, honest +rustic, very superstitious and very simple: and as soon as he +saw me he exclaimed, as he opened his bleared old eyes to +their fullest capacity:</p> + +<p>‘By goom, miss, but you be powerful handsome! I +hope as how you won’t be a seeing of the White Raven in +th’ owd Grange.’</p> + +<p>This compliment made me blush, and I asked him what +the White Raven was, whereupon he looked very melancholy, +and answered:</p> + +<p>‘Ah, I woan’t be the chap to make your pretty face +white wi’ fright, so doan’t ye ask me, please.’</p> + +<p>As I was in no way a nervous or superstitious girl, I was +amused rather than otherwise at old Jack’s mysterious air, +and I did not question him further then, as I felt pretty sure +when we had become better acquainted he would be more +communicative. We reached the Grange after a very cold +and windy drive. The day was done, but there was just +light enough lingering in the angry sky to outline the place +in ghostly silhouette. It was a house of many gables, with +all sorts of angles and projecting eaves, and a grotesque +gothic porch that was approached by a flight of steps with +stone balustrades. The whole building was covered with a +mantling of dense ivy, which obscured the windows and +hung down in ragged streamers, that swayed and rasped +mournfully in the chill wind. All around were gloomy +woods, and the garden was a forlorn wilderness of rank +weeds. Old Jack’s wife had got a few of the rooms cleaned +out for our immediate use, and some furniture had been sent +in, so that we were enabled to make ourselves tolerably +comfortable on this the first night in our strange abode.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span>The next day I set to work with my brothers to explore the +house, and soon I was quite able to endorse my father’s opinion +that it was the queerest, oddest, most romantic and ghostly +place imaginable. I have already said that I was neither +nervous nor superstitious, but I honestly confess that the +rambling, draughty, echoing building quite depressed me. +The Grange was said to be over 400 years old, though in +some respects it had been modernised; nevertheless it was +full of surprises in the shape of nooks and corners, deep, dark +recesses, strange angles, dimly-lighted passages, winding +staircases, and wainscoted and raftered rooms. One of +these rooms was long and narrow, tapering away at one end +almost to a point. The walls were wainscoted right to the +ceiling, and the ceiling itself panelled with oak. There was +a wide open fireplace, and a very massive carved mantel. +Two diamond-paned windows lighted the room, one of the +windows being filled in with blue and red glass. But at this +time the windows were so obscured by the hanging ivy that +we had to cut it away to let in the light. I became greatly +interested in this antique chamber, and in a spirit of fun +and ridicule I at once dubbed it ‘the haunted chamber,’ and +declared I would use it as my bedroom. Afterwards, when +talking about it to my father, I said laughingly:</p> + +<p>‘If that room, pa, hasn’t got a ghost, it will have to +have one, and we must invent one for it.’</p> + +<p>‘Oh,’ he added, ‘according to old Jack Bewdley that’s +the room where the White Raven shows itself.’</p> + +<p>A little later I went to Jack, who was busy trying to +clear some of the weeds away from the long-neglected +grounds, and I said to him:</p> + +<p>‘Look here, Bewdley, what’s this story about the White +Raven? Come, now, you must tell me.’</p> + +<p>He paused in his work, leaned his grizzled chin on the +handle of his spade, and as a scared look spread itself over +his shrivelled face, he answered me thus:</p> + +<p>‘There be zum foak in these parts, miss, as vow they’ve +seen th’ White Raven, and they doa say as how them as sees +it dies within th’ week. But I doan’t know if them as said +they’ve seen it died or not.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span>‘Have you seen it, Jack,’ I asked, trying to look very +serious, though I could scarcely keep from laughing.</p> + +<p>‘Noa, noa, thank God, noa!’ he exclaimed with startling +earnestness, and mopping his bald head with his red handkerchief, +although the weather was cold, while his tanned +and weather-beaten cheeks seemed to me to become pale. +Then he asked, ‘Have you been in what we foak call the +oak chamber?’</p> + +<p>Guessing what room he referred to I told him that I +had, and he at once said that it was in that chamber that +the mysterious White Raven always showed itself to the +doomed person.</p> + +<p>Of course I was incredulous, and ridiculed the whole +idea; nor can I say I was more deeply impressed when on a +subsequent and more critical examination of the chamber I +found the following doggerel carved in old English on one +of the panels—</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="verse">The stranger who beneath this roof shall lie,</div> +<div class="verse">And sees the White Raven is sure to die;</div> +<div class="verse">For a curse rests on the unhallowed place,</div> +<div class="verse">And the blood that was shed you here may trace.</div> +<div class="verse">So, stranger, beware, sleep not in the room,</div> +<div class="verse">Lest you should meet with a terrible doom.</div> +</div></div> + +<p>From people in the neighbouring villages I learned that +in this very room, which I had been prompted to call the +haunted chamber, tradition said that at some distant period +a very beautiful lady had been brutally done to death by a +jealous and dissipated husband, who gave out that she had +eloped. He allowed her body to fester and moulder away +in the room, and many years afterwards her skeleton was +found, and that since then she had haunted the place in the +shape of a white raven, while to anyone to whom she +appeared it was a fatal sign. But why that should have +been so nobody attempted to explain.</p> + +<p>Now I will honestly confess that the gruesomeness of +the story—which, however, I did not believe in its entirety—so +far affected me that I changed my mind about occupying +the room myself, and my father said he would take it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span> +for his own bedroom. But he also, for some reason or other, +did not occupy it, although it was made into a most luxurious +sleeping apartment. In the course of a few weeks the +Grange began to present a very different appearance, and +where gloom and melancholy had reigned, cheerfulness and +light spread themselves. Under the fostering care of three +or four gardeners the gardens blazed with flowers; some of +the timber that encroached too much on the house was cut +away, and the windows of the building were cleared of the +ivy. I came at last to love the old place, for it was so +bizarre, so unlike anything else I had ever seen: and in +spite of all the predictions and croakings of the ignorant +peasantry round about, who declared that sooner or later the +curse which had affected everyone who had ever lived there +since the poor lady was murdered would affect us, we were +very comfortable and very happy. The summer lingered +long that year, but the autumn was short, and winter set +in with quite startling suddenness; by the end of the first +week in December snow began to fall, and it continued +snowing more or less for several days until the country +round about was buried.</p> + +<p>During all the year I had been pining for my love, who +came not, although I knew that he was on his way home. +But he had remained in Brazil longer than he intended, +owing to the death from yellow fever of one of the surveying +party, so that Herbert had been induced to renew his +engagement for another six months, to do the dead man’s +work. With painful suspense and anxiety I had for days +been scanning the papers for a report of the vessel which +was bearing him to me, for she was overdue, but the weather +at sea had been fearful, and old seamen said that vessels +making for the Channel would have a hard time of it. As +she was to call at Plymouth I persuaded my father to take +me there in order that we might welcome Herbert as soon +as ever he touched English soil again. As papa denied me +nothing, he readily consented to this, but it was not until +three days before Christmas that the welcome news came +to me that the vessel had entered the Sound.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span>Need I dwell upon the joy I experienced when, after +our long separation, I felt Herbert’s dear arms around me +once more. How handsome and manly he looked! The +sun had tanned him brown, the fine sea voyage home had +braced him up after the enervating Brazilian climate, and he +declared that he had never been in better health in his life. +He was possessed of a wonderful constitution, and during the +whole time he had been in Brazil had never had a day’s +illness.</p> + +<p>Of course I told him that, selfish as it seemed, I was +going to keep him for Christmas Day, and on New Year’s +Day I was to become his bride, according to the long +prior arrangement. He said that it was necessary for him +to go to London to see his friends and to make some preparations, +but he promised that he would be with me again +on Christmas Eve. And so I parted from him, and as we +were to meet again so soon, and in less than a fortnight he +was to be my husband, I was verily at that moment one of +the happiest girls alive.</p> + +<p>As my father was thoroughly imbued with the spirit of +old-fashioned English hospitality he generally kept open +house at Christmas time, and this being our first Christmas +at the Grange we had a large number of visitors, so that the +house was quite full. In order that Herbert, when he came, +might be fittingly bestowed as the bridegroom-elect, we +decided that he should occupy the haunted chamber, for it +certainly was the best sleeping room in the house; and +though some silly and unusual nervousness—as I believed +then—had prevented my occupying it as I intended, neither +I nor my father attached the slightest importance to the +supernatural stories current in the district. With my own +hands I arranged the room for Herbert, filling it with +nick-nacks and odds and ends, and everything I could think +of that was likely to give him pleasure or add to his comfort.</p> + +<p>Christmas Eve of that year was marked by a snowstorm +such as, the country people said, had not been known for +forty years. The train that brought my love from London +was very late, and I had become quite anxious, but all<span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span> +anxiety was forgotten when I helped him to divest himself +of his snow-laden topcoat in the hall, and taking me in his +arms he kissed me in his hearty, cheery way. We were a +very jovial party, and that night was a happy, gladsome +night, the memory of which will never leave me. Nor +shall I ever forget dear Herbert’s words, as he kissed me +good-night on the stairs as the great hall clock struck one.</p> + +<p>‘Darling little woman,’ he whispered, ‘what joy, what +happiness, what ecstasy, to think that in a week’s time you +will belong to me!’</p> + +<p>I had no words. I could only sigh in token of the +supreme happiness that filled my heart to overflowing.</p> + +<p>Christmas morning broke bright, clear, and beautiful. +The snow had ceased to fall, and a hard frost had set in. It +was veritable Canadian weather—crisp, crystalline, and +invigorating. As soon as breakfast was over Herbert took +me on one side and said:</p> + +<p>‘You know, Lydia, I am about one of the most practical +men that you could find in a day’s march, and hitherto I +have been without, as I believe, a scrap of superstition in +my composition. But, by Jove! after last night’s experience +I’ll be hanged if I don’t believe with Shakespeare that there +are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in +our philosophy.’</p> + +<p>At these words I turned deadly pale. I scarcely knew +why, but such was the case, and I gasped out:</p> + +<p>‘What—what do you mean?’</p> + +<p>‘Well,’ he answered, with a laugh that wasn’t sincere, +for it was obviously forced, ‘I believe that room in which I +slept is positively haunted.’</p> + +<p>Now, I may state here that not a word of any kind +had been mentioned to Herbert about the stories that were +current with regard to the house. Both my father and I +had resolved that the subject should be strictly avoided, so +that none of our lady guests might be alarmed. As he spoke, +I looked up into his brown face, and I saw that it was filled +with a puzzled and troubled expression, while his splendid +eyes had an unusual expression in them.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span>‘Tell me,’ I said quickly, ‘what did you see or hear?’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, don’t let us talk about it,’ he answered lightly. +‘Perhaps, after all, I have simply been dreaming.’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, yes—tell me—you must tell me, Herbert,’ I +exclaimed. ‘You know that I am strong-nerved.’</p> + +<p>He seemed to hesitate; but laughing again, though it +was the same forced laugh, he said:</p> + +<p>‘Well, the fact is, if ever I saw a raven in my life, I +saw one last night, only it was white.’</p> + +<p>At this I almost fainted, and he caught me by the arm. +I made a desperate effort, however, and recovered myself.</p> + +<p>‘Go on; tell me all about it,’ I said peremptorily.</p> + +<p>And the sum and substance of what he told me was +this. He had seen a white raven, or what appeared to be +a white raven, flying round and round the room. It made +no noise, which amazed him and, as he confessed, startled +him. He tried to catch this mysterious and noiseless bird, +but it had no substantiality—it was an airy phantom; but +once or twice, when he appeared to grasp it, a deep groan +and sigh broke upon his ears.</p> + +<p>Although a strange fear seemed to turn my heart cold, +I endeavoured not to show it, nor could I bring myself to +tell my lover of the tradition so common all over the +country side about the murdered lady and the White Raven.</p> + +<p>If the extraordinary apparition had any real effect on +Herbert, he soon shook it off, and his hearty ringing +laughter made music in the house, and his eyes were filled +again with the old look of love with which they always +greeted me. It had been arranged that the gentlemen +were to form a shooting party, to go out on to the moor +and try and bag some wild ducks. At first I was disposed +to dissuade Herbert from going—ah, would that I had +done so!—but it seemed to me weak and foolish. Moreover, +he was so anxious to go for the novelty of the thing, and +so I whispered in his ear as he was standing on the steps:</p> + +<p>‘Take care of yourself, love, for my sake.’</p> + +<p>‘Of course I will, darling; and you do the same,’ he +answered cheerily.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span>I watched his manly form until he was hidden from my +sight by the trees. He looked splendid in his perfect +health, and his magnificent physique was set off to every +possible advantage by the superb coat of Russian sable that +he wore. How proud I felt of him! for truly he was a +man to be proud of.</p> + +<p>Three hours later the party returned, minus Herbert. +They said he had got separated from them in some way, +and they quite thought he had come back. Although a +sense of something being wrong overcame me for the +moment, I tried to think that it was simply nervousness. +Of course, the gentlemen at once hurried back to the +moor, and when they came again they brought my lover +mangled and shattered, and, as it seemed then, in the +agony of death. Oh, my God! how awful it was! I +thought I should have gone raving mad. It appears that +Herbert had been found in a hollow, whither he had fallen +by the breaking away of the snow under his feet. In his +fall he had not only fractured an arm and some of his ribs, +but his gun had gone off full in his face, and, besides +disfiguring him frightfully, had destroyed both his eyes.</p> + +<p>It can be imagined what a terrible shock it was to +the household, and how the joy and mirth were turned to +lamentations and moaning. Doctors were procured, but +they pronounced the sufferer’s condition as critical; they +left us no room to hope that the sight would be restored +under any circumstances.</p> + +<p>Ah, what a fearful dark Christmas that became to me! +I think in my agony of mind I cursed my fate, my God; and +how I hated the house, and shuddered as I thought of the +horrible room where my beloved had seen the strange +apparition of the White Raven.</p> + +<p>Up to a short time previously, it would have been +difficult to have found a girl more sceptical than I was +about anything that savoured of superstition; but now I +was filled with a strange dread, and feared my own shadow.</p> + +<p>When I saw old Jack for the first time after the accident, +he said to me:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[141]</span>‘Is it true, miss, that Meester Wilton’s been asleeping +in the haunted room?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, Jack; it is,’ I answered, in heartbroken tones.</p> + +<p>‘Then, maybe, he’s seen the White Raven?’</p> + +<p>‘He has,’ I replied; whereupon I thought the old man +would have fallen down in a fit, so scared did he seem; and +he mumbled out:</p> + +<p>‘God bless us and preserve us all! I wouldn’t sleep in +that room, miss, not if Queen Victoriey was to give me her +golden crown. That there room, miss, ought to be shut +up, and no one ever allowed to go anigh it agen.’</p> + +<p>The shadow that had so suddenly and cruelly fallen +upon us rendered the Christmas festivities out of the +question, and most of the guests sorrowfully departed the +following day. Many long weeks ensued—dark, torturing +weeks to me, for my loved one was suspended, as it were, by +a single hair over that profound abyss into which all living +atoms finally fall, and from which no sound ever comes to +break the mystery. But if they were dark weeks to me, +how much, how infinitely, how unspeakably darker to him +who, in the pride of his manhood, had been deprived of the +power of ever again beholding the wonders of God’s creation. +And yet he murmured not, nor uttered complaint nor +groan. To me the one consolation I had in this hideous +calamity was being near him, being able to tend him, and +hear his voice, which had lost none of its old cheerfulness. +Slowly, very slowly, as the summer drifted by, he began to +regain some of his lost strength, and we led him out +beneath the trees and into the sunlight, though it was ever, +ever night to him, for not a glimmer of vision remained. +And as I looked at his sightless orbs and his maimed and +torn face, from which no human power could banish the +cruel and ghastly scars, I hated the Grange with a hate +that hath no words.</p> + +<p>One day he asked to be taken to where my father was, +and, putting his arm in mine, we entered my father’s +presence.</p> + +<p>‘Mr. Stainsby,’ he began, with an attempt at a smile,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[142]</span> +‘I am not quite the same man I was when I came here last +Christmas. But in my misfortune an angel has watched +over me in the person of your daughter, who, but for this +mishap, would now have been my wife. She has brought +me out of the shadow of the grave, and I owe a duty to +her no less than to you. That duty is to release her from +all promises and vows, and leave her perfectly free to bestow +her heart on someone who is whole and sound. I am now +but a battered wreck, and all I can hope for is to break up +soon and drift away into the great and mysterious ocean of +eternal silence. But let me ask you, sir, to see to it that +the man upon whom you bestow your daughter is as near +perfection as a man may come; for no more perfect woman +than she is walks the world. I have nothing more to add +further than, in such poor words as well up from my +stricken heart, to thank you for your hospitality.’</p> + +<p>He had tried so hard to be strong and collected, and +show no sign of the awful despair that was crushing him. +But is the man born who could go through such an ordeal +unmoved? His lips quivered, his voice grew weak, and +something like a spasm caught his breath.</p> + +<p>My own eyes were filled with blinding, scalding tears, +and my heart fluttered like the wing of a bird in pain. +Gliding over to where he stood, I placed my arms about +his neck, and laying my cheek against his scarred face, I +found voice to say to my father, who was also deeply affected +and moved:</p> + +<p>‘Father, the man whom Herbert would have you choose +for me need be sought no further than this room. He is +here. My heart beats to his heart; my face is pressed to his.’</p> + +<p>My father came to us. He laid one hand on Herbert’s +shoulder, and the other on my head; and thus he spoke:</p> + +<p>‘A woman’s love that clings not to a man when calamity +overtakes him is worthless. Freely do I bestow her upon +you, Herbert, if it is her wish and your wish that you should +be united.’</p> + +<p>‘My husband,’ I murmured, as I clung closer to him, +and it was my only answer.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[143]</span>Herbert tried to persuade me that it was to my happiness +and my interest to abandon him; but he might as well +have tried to convince the winds of heaven that they +should not blow. Externally the Herbert as I had first +known him had changed. His handsome face was handsome +no longer, and his wondrous eyes were sightless for +ever. But his heart was the same. What could change +that—the bravest, truest, tenderest that ever beat in man’s +breast? And so ere the next Christmas had dawned I was +Herbert’s wife, and soon after that my father abandoned the +accursed Grange to the gloom and the silence and the +melancholy from which he had reclaimed it, and a little +later it was burned to the ground. We never knew how +the fire originated; but it was generally supposed that some +of the superstitious people in the neighbourhood wilfully +set it alight, under the impression that a place that was +accursed by the spilling of human blood should no longer +be allowed to encumber the earth. When I heard of its +destruction I confess that I rejoiced, and I said to myself:</p> + +<p>‘Never again will the White Raven bring calamity to a +household as it has brought to ours.’</p> + +<p>For five years I walked with my husband in his darkness, +and let him see the world through my eyes. Two +children blessed—literally blessed—our union, a girl and a +boy. But my beloved husband never fully recovered from +the shock of the awful accident on that dark and memorable +Christmas Day; and, though he uttered no moan, his +blindness preyed upon his mind, and a short, brief illness +took him from me.</p> + +<p>For long years the grass has waved over his grave. +Other men have praised my face and sought my hand; but +to all I have turned a deaf ear, for my love was buried in +Herbert’s grave. But in my son the father lives again, and +when I gaze upon his handsome face and splendid figure, I +feel that God is very good, and that He chastens us to make +us more perfect in His sight.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[144]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">VIII<br> + +WITH FIRE AND DEATH</h2> +</div> +<p class="center">A STORY OF A GREAT DEED.</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="indent">What though the field be lost?</div> +<div class="verse">All is not lost; th’ unconquerable will,</div> +<div class="verse">And study of revenge, immortal hate,</div> +<div class="verse">And courage never to submit or yield.</div> +</div></div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> scene of this story is Meerut, the time May Day, +1857, a year in which England’s hold on India was well +nigh shaken off. Meerut is situated on a plain, and lies +forty miles or so to the north and east of Delhi. It is +bounded on the east by the Ganges and on the west by the +Jumna, and covers an area of, roughly speaking, about five +miles in circumference. In the fateful ’57 it was one of the +most important military stations, and the largest cantonment +in British India. A great wall, or esplanade, which in its +turn was cut in two by a deep nullah, divided the town into +two separate parallelograms, one of which was occupied by +the European force, the other by the natives.</p> + +<p>The hot day—and Meerut is hot—had closed, and the +short Indian twilight had given place to a night of exceeding +beauty. A refreshing breeze was blowing from the east, +and the moon burnished with a sheen that was almost +dazzling the domes of the numerous mosques, and threw +into silhouette relief the palms and cocoa trees, and the +masses of native huts. The majority of the European +population were taking their airing as was customary after +the sun had set, and the ‘Park Road’ was a scene of gaiety.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[145]</span> +Strings of vehicles, numberless horsemen, and crowds of +natives moved to and fro. The air was filled with the +murmur of many voices; the laughter of women, the sweet +prattle of children, and wafted on the breeze came the +monotonous sounds of tom-toms, and the wail-like singing +of groups of natives as they prepared their suppers over the +open braziers of charcoal that scented the atmosphere with +its fumes. Abutting on the Park Road, and commanding +a wide and extensive view, was a handsome bungalow +surrounded with a well kept garden. On the verandah +were a party of ladies and gentlemen. The men were +military men, and the ladies were their relatives, and playing +about on the verandah, under the care of an old ayah, was +a sweet English child, fragile, and white of face, as most +English children are who are born in India, but of an +exquisite beauty that promised a magnificent womanhood. +But though well and hearty then, that dear child was in a +few days to be lying dead, gashed and hacked almost beyond +recognition. From the roof of the verandah a swinging +lamp threw a soft light over the little group seated in a +semicircle, with small tables before them, on which were +glasses and the inevitable brandy pawnee. Two silent +khitmurgars stood like dusky statues ready to obey the +slightest order given by their master or mistress.</p> + +<p>This bungalow was the home of an officer whom it is +only necessary to refer to as the colonel. The sweet child +playing there was his only daughter, and one of the ladies, +whose beautiful face was clouded with an expression that +might be described as half fear, half anxiety, was his wife. +All the colonel’s male companions were officers, one of +them being Lieutenant George Willoughby, of the Ordnance +Commissariat Department. He was a young man, but was +the officer in charge of the great Delhi magazine. He +looked every inch a soldier, and his face expressed determination +and force of character. Lounging there in a large +chair, toying with a fragrant cigar, and apparently deeply +interested in watching the little volumes of smoke curl +upward as he puffed them from under his moustache, his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[146]</span> +legs crossed, his head thrown back, and one arm hanging +listlessly over the rail of the chair, he was the picture of a +quiet, unobtrusive English gentleman. But a slight study +of the face would have convinced anyone that beneath that +calm exterior lay a tremendous latent power that once +aroused could be terrible and deadly to his enemies, and that +this was really the case was soon to be amply proved.</p> + +<p>Another of the group was a still younger man, handsome +as Apollo, and with a frame that seemed to be knit with +steel. Although younger his military rank was equal to +Willoughby’s, for he too was a lieutenant of the Bengal +Artillery, and was also stationed at Delhi. His name was +Richard Shelton, and, like his friend and colleague, he had +a pronounced soldierly bearing, and his fine bright blue eyes, +of the true English type, and his clear cut features and firm +mouth, spoke of a frank, open, loyal, and brave nature.</p> + +<p>These two officers and friends had ridden over that +afternoon from Delhi on a visit to their friend, the colonel, +with the object of discussing the portentous signs of the +times, for the air was filled with rumours, and mutiny had +displayed itself. Discontent was rampant in the native +regiments, and the question was to what extent would it +go? If there were those amongst the British who read the +handwriting on the wall with ill-concealed alarm, it is none +the less true that the majority of the officers in Upper India +were rather disposed to laugh these fears to scorn. For +with the almost fatuous self-reliance peculiar to the English, +they believed they were powerful enough to hold their own +against any number of natives. With one exception, +perhaps, all the gentlemen there belonged to the first +category. The exception was Richard Shelton. He was +young, and had but recently received his promotion, and not +only was he endowed with an unusual share of animal spirits, +but he was of a sanguine, almost enthusiastic temperament, +and moreover he was in love. On the first blush that may +seem a reason why he should have been more anxious, but +love is ever hopeful, and indisposed to look on the gloomy +side of things. At any rate, being full of the fire of youth,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[147]</span> +and not having yet acquired the staid wisdom of his elders, +young Shelton did not trouble himself much about what the +morrow or the next week might bring forth. Very likely, +if somebody had said to him—</p> + +<p>‘I say, Shelton, old fellow, if the natives were to rise +what would you do?’ This answer would have come with +a ringing laugh—‘Why, go for them, and smash them. +What else would you have me do?’</p> + +<p>The young lady with whom Shelton was in love was +the colonel’s niece, Blanche Merton, an orphan girl of +great beauty, and the colonel’s ward. She had only come +out to India a year before as governess to her cousin—the +colonel’s daughter. Blanche had been born and had spent +most of her life in one of the sweetest and breeziest of Hampshire +villages, and she had not resided long enough in India to +become jaded and enervated by the climate, which, in +course of time, insidiously undermines the constitutions of +white women. A handsomer couple, and a couple more +suited to each other than Lieutenant Shelton and Blanche +Merton, could not have been found in the whole of British +India. They had known each other eight months, and been +desperately in love nearly the whole time. The conversation +of the little party had flagged somewhat, but suddenly +Willoughby asked in a preoccupied way:</p> + +<p>‘What is going to be the upshot of matters, colonel, do +you think?’</p> + +<p>This question had reference to the mutinous spirit that +had shown itself. There had been a parade on the 24th of +April, when eighty-five out of ninety men had mutinied, +and that very week, beginning with the 1st of May, they +were to be tried, and the cantonment was accordingly +greatly excited.</p> + +<p>‘Well,’ answered the colonel, thoughtfully, as he stroked +his moustache and twirled his cigar between his long white +fingers, ‘the prisoners will be convicted on the clearest of +evidence, and exemplary punishment meted out to them.’</p> + +<p>‘And what after that?’ asked Willoughby, significantly.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[148]</span>‘Ah, that remains to be seen. I think and hope we are +strong enough to hold our own, but if there was a general +rising, that is about all we could do, and might succumb +unless succour was speedily sent to us.’</p> + +<p>This remark had rather a depressing effect, and there +was silence again; but Blanche had gone into the house for +something, and Shelton, thinking only of her, and how +entrancingly beautiful she looked in her white gauze dress, +and with the bunch of Indian roses in her dark hair, had +slipped away after her.</p> + +<p>Presently Willoughby said: ‘Yes, we might hold our +own for a time—a short time, but it’s no use blinking the +fact, we are weak in numbers.’</p> + +<p>‘It seems to me,’ returned the colonel, with the same +thoughtful air, ‘that you in Delhi are worse off than we +are.’</p> + +<p>‘True,’ said Willoughby, with a bitter little laugh, ‘for +the first thing the mutineers would do if they got the upper +hand would be to endeavour to loot the magazine to obtain +the vast supplies of the munitions of war that we’ve got +there.’</p> + +<p>‘It would be a terrible thing if they should succeed in +doing that,’ put in the colonel’s wife, and shuddering as she +spoke.</p> + +<p>‘It would,’ answered Willoughby, quietly.</p> + +<p>‘And there are such a few of you to guard the magazine,’ +added the lady.</p> + +<p>‘Very few,’ said Willoughby in the same quiet way. +Then, after a pause, he continued with a significant emphasis, +‘But, nevertheless, I don’t think if all the regiments +here and in Delhi were to mutiny they would obtain possession +of the magazine while I am in charge.’</p> + +<p>‘Why not?’ asked the colonel’s wife.</p> + +<p>‘Because I would blow it up if I found that I couldn’t +hold the place,’ was the quiet but impressively emphatic +answer.</p> + +<p>‘Well, well,’ said the colonel, wishing to change the +subject, for he saw that it was affecting the ladies, ‘it won’t<span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[149]</span> +come to that. We may have a little trouble, but we shall +get over it. Any mutinous spirit will be put down with an +iron hand. Besides, I really don’t think the natives +generally have any bad feeling for us.’</p> + +<p>Backwards and forwards along the road went a continuous +stream of natives—Hindoos and Brahmins, high +caste and low caste—mingling freely with the Europeans. +And could the colonel at that moment have read the hearts +that beat beneath those dusky skins he would have seen how +grievously in error he was, for the hatred and loathing for +the Feringhees were all but universal. And, though ‘white-robed +peace’ seemed to smile on all that fair scene, there was +beneath a seething mass of discontent, only wanting a tiny +vent as a beginning, when the whole mine might explode +and spread desolation and ruin throughout India. But +little did any of those ladies and gentlemen sitting on that +verandah that hot May night dream of the volcano beneath +their feet, and least of all did Shelton and Blanche trouble +themselves with the portents in the air. These two young +people, so full of life and health and hope, were building +castles in the air and dreaming of the day that should see +them united.</p> + +<p>There was a considerable pause again in the conversation, +and then Willoughby, in that quiet, emphatic way of +his which was well calculated to carry conviction, remarked +in answer to what the colonel had just said:</p> + +<p>‘I don’t altogether agree with you, colonel. My +impression is the natives hate us heartily, and if they can but +get the chance will sweep us out of the land.’</p> + +<p>‘Ah, yes, if they can but get the chance,’ replied his +host. ‘But there’s the point. They will not get the +chance.’</p> + +<p>In a few minutes a khitmurgar came to announce that +tea was served, and the ladies and gentlemen went into +the house, but the child still played about, and the ayah +remained. She was squatted down in one corner of the +verandah enjoying a few draws of a hubble-bubble. The +khitmurgars who had been waiting on the colonel and his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[150]</span> +party commenced to clear the tables of the glasses and +bottles; and one of the men, a stern, sullen-looking fellow, +said to the other:</p> + +<p>‘Heard you, Jewan, what these Feringhee dogs said?’</p> + +<p>‘Some of it, Meerza,’ returned the man addressed. +‘But I understand not so much of their hateful language as +you.’</p> + +<p>‘Well, the colonel sahib says we don’t hate his +countrymen.’</p> + +<p>Here the two men broke into a scornful laugh, and +Jewan remarked:</p> + +<p>‘Poor fool. Ere the moon has waned he may have +learnt differently. If all goes well, the blood of all the white +devils in Meerut shall dye the streets, and even the Gunga +over there shall run red with it. Shiva the Destroyer has +willed it, and it will be as I say.’</p> + +<p>‘What is that you say, Jewan?’ asked the little girl, who +had been arrested in her play by the words that fell from +the man’s lips. Her question caused him to turn upon her +with a look so wild and so full of fierce hatred that she +screamed and rushed towards her nurse. The ayah +sprang up and caught her in her arms, saying soothingly:</p> + +<p>‘What is it, Missy Baba? What has frightened the pet +lamb?’</p> + +<p>‘Oh! ayah, Jewan looks so dreadful he has frightened +me.’</p> + +<p>Alarmed by the scream of the child the colonel ran from +the house, asking excitedly what was the matter.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, papa, papa!’ exclaimed his daughter, as she flew to +him, ‘I heard Jewan say such dreadful things; and when I +asked him what it was he had said, he frightened me by the +way he glared at me.’</p> + +<p>‘What does this mean, you rascal?’ demanded the colonel, +angrily, and speaking in Hindostanee. ‘I am tempted to +horsewhip your hide, you black dog.’</p> + +<p>The man drew himself up to every inch of his height. +He was a tall, commanding-looking man with a mobile +face, and eyes that seemed to burn like glowing coals.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[151]</span>‘Sahib,’ he said, proudly and scornfully, ‘I am no dog.’</p> + +<p>Then, without another word, he marched down the +steps of the verandah into the garden and disappeared into +the darkness.</p> + +<p>The colonel was much distressed. It was another +sign of the times. A few months before no servant +would have dared to have answered his master in such a +way.</p> + +<p>The other ladies and gentlemen had by this time +appeared on the scene, and many were the anxious inquiries +as to the cause of the disturbance. But for the sake of the +ladies the colonel gave an evasive answer, and, re-entering +the house, leading his daughter by the hand, the others followed +all but two—Shelton and Blanche. They lingered. +With the artfulness of a lover he detained her by saying, +‘Oh, I say, Blanche, isn’t this a splendid night? How +brilliant the moon is.’</p> + +<p>‘Yes,’ she answered, linking her hands in his arm, and +turning her own beautiful face up to his. ‘But I wish, +dear, we were under an English sky instead of this Indian +one.’</p> + +<p>‘Why?’</p> + +<p>‘I—I hardly know. I don’t like this country. If the +fears that I have heard expressed that the natives may rise +are realised how dreadful it will be.’</p> + +<p>‘Tut—little woman,’ answered the brave lad cheerily. +‘Don’t let any gloomy forebodings trouble you. There is +discontent, it is true, but we shall calm it down.’</p> + +<p>‘I hope so—I hope so,’ said Blanche, with an unusually +thoughtful air.</p> + +<p>‘It will be so, my pet. But come, let us go in, for I +heard the colonel suggest cards.’</p> + +<p>‘But shall I not have you to myself for a few minutes +again this evening? Remember that as you leave so early +in the morning I shall not see you before you go.’</p> + +<p>‘Of course, darling, we shall have another spoon to-night,’ +he said in his hearty manner, and letting his lips +come into contact with hers, to which she made no objection.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[152]</span> +‘You see Willoughby and I must report ourselves in Delhi +by eight o’clock, but I intend to come over next Sunday +and see you.’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, you love,’ she murmured, allowing him to embrace +her still more closely, until they were suddenly startled by +the voice of the colonel, who, coming on to the verandah, +said:</p> + +<p>‘I say, you young people, we want you, you know. +You can surely manage to tear yourselves from each other’s +arms for a little while.’</p> + +<p>‘Certainly, certainly, colonel,’ answered Shelton in an +embarrassed way. ‘But I was just drawing Blanche’s attention +to that group of stars, and——’</p> + +<p>‘Ah, how very funny,’ interrupted the colonel with a +laugh. ‘It seemed to me you were trying to smother her, +and I wasn’t sure which was your head and which was hers. +But come now, get in. We want to make up some +whist parties.’</p> + +<p>A little later on Blanche did manage to get another few +minutes alone with her lover, and with many warm embraces +they separated—not for ever, for they were to meet again, +but under circumstances that neither dreamed of then. His +promise to see her again on the Sunday remained unfulfilled. +Not from any fault of his, but for reasons that were not explained +an order was issued of a peremptory character which +prevented any officer or private going outside of Delhi.</p> + +<p>On the following Saturday, that is on May 9, +there was enacted in Meerut an extraordinarily dramatic +scene, that was the prelude, though the white people knew +it not, of a ghastly drama such as India had never before +witnessed during the rule of the British.</p> + +<p>In the interval between the 1st and the 9th the +mutineers had been tried by a court-martial composed of +native and British officers, and sentenced to ten years’ hard +labour. The first part of the sentence—that of stripping +them of their uniform in the presence of all the regiment—was +to be carried out, and on that eventful Saturday morning, +under a strong guard of rifles and carabineers, the disgraced<span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[153]</span> +eighty-five were marched to the parade-ground to be +still further disgraced.</p> + +<p>It was a stirring scene, for when the <i>reveille</i> had sounded +long lines of troops, mounted and on foot, marched towards +the plain that for ever afterwards was to be historic ground. +The clattering of horses’ hoofs and the rumbling of artillery +added to the general commotion, and soon the plain was +swarming with armed men. It was no dress or drill parade, +but a terribly stern display of authority and power, that it +was firmly believed would overawe the mutinous spirit. +Heavily shotted field guns were placed in position, while the +drawn sabres of the dragoons flashed blindingly in the blazing +sunlight. On three sides of the plain were bodies of troops +armed with the new grooved rifle, and were ready, should +the signal be given, to belch forth fire and send their rotary +messengers of death into the surging masses of natives.</p> + +<p>The mutineers belonged to the 3rd Native Cavalry, +and their commanding officer was Colonel Carmichael +Smyth. All being ready, he stepped forward, and in a +loud, clear voice, that was not altogether free from emotion, +however, he read the sentence of the court-martial. That +formality ended, the accoutrements were taken from the +mutineers, and their uniforms stripped from their backs. +Then came the armourers and smiths with their shackles +and tools, and, in the presence of that great concourse of +spectators, civilian and military, the disgraced men were +made to wear the chains of felons. They raised their arms +and cried aloud to their general to save them from such +ignominy, but the fiat had gone forth. They were doomed. +There was not a Sepoy or native civilian present but +gasped for breath as he felt the rising indignation in his +throat. But what could they do in the presence of those +stern white soldiers, those shotted guns, those grooved rifles, +and the drawn sabres? Yes, they could do something—they +could endure and wait.</p> + +<p>When, after some hours, the ceremony was completed, +the manacled felons were consigned to the gaol, and over +them was placed a native guard only. Oh, fatuous act of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span> +folly! Who was responsible for it? History is silent, and +he or they who made the blunder have long since mouldered +to the dust from whence they sprang.</p> + +<p>The anxious and eventful day ended. The Europeans +took their airing as usual, and met each other at the dinner +tables hopeful and cheerful. They had struck such terror +into the hearts of the natives, by the stern and terrible act, +that all fear of a rising had passed. Such was the general +feeling amongst the whites, but during the hours of the +short Indian night there was an unusual movement amongst +the natives. In the lines of the native soldiery, through the +surrounding villages and amongst the crowded bazaars, a +fatal sign was passing. Fleet-footed natives sped from place +to place and put into the hands of the principal men a small +cake. It was a chupatty, and by prearrangement was the +signal for a rising. The broiling sun rose on the Sunday +morning, and the Europeans, having no thought of coming +danger, wended their way to the station church. Amongst +them were the colonel and his family, including his sweet +little daughter and her pretty governess Blanche, who +looked prettier than ever, and was radiant with a sense of +happiness that found no expression in words, but showed +itself in her beaming eyes and flushed cheeks. And the +cause of this was a letter from her lover in Delhi, brought +to her that morning by a coolie. In it Shelton expressed +his joy that the great ‘disarming and felon-marking act’ of +the day before had passed off so quietly; and he expressed a +belief that the lesson thus taught to the natives would be +lasting, and there would be no more mutinous conduct. +But what had excited in Blanche such a sense of joy was +this line: ‘And now, sweetest of women, to-morrow I +shall hold you in my arms again, for I have got two days’ +leave, and am going to spend them in Meerut. You may +look for me about tiffin time.’</p> + +<p>Full of the expectation that this great joy would be +realised, how eagerly did she look forward to the morrow. +But, had she been gifted with the power of prescience, and +could have foreseen the events that were to happen in a few<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[155]</span> +hours, she would have shrunk with curdling horror, and have +cried aloud to God for protection.</p> + +<p>Divine service ended, and homeward the people returned +again, laughing and chatting and hand-shaking as friends +met friends. And tiffin was partaken of, and the siesta indulged +in without a single thought of insecurity.</p> + +<p>Alas, what fatal blindness! Was it not a cruel fate that +dulled the senses of every white man in the cantonment +on that awful Sunday! Had someone only suspected and +been able to arouse the officers to a sense of their danger, in +all human probability history would never have been called +upon to record the ghastly horrors of the Indian Mutiny. +While the white people slept through the sweltering heat of +that May afternoon there was unusual stir in the native +lines and in the bazaars, and down the Ganges, as well as +down the Jumna, a budgerow slowly drifted, and at intervals +of about five minutes on board of that budgerow there +were sounded three distinct and emphasised strokes on a large +tom-tom. That beating of the tom-tom was a signal to the +villagers and fishermen who dwelt on the banks of the rivers +to repair with all speed to the city in readiness for the great +event.</p> + +<p>Still the white men slept! A fatuous belief in their +might had lulled them to a fatal slumber. Shiva, the +Destroyer—the God of the natives—had spoken, but the +God of the Christians gave no sign.</p> + +<p>The white men slept!</p> + +<p>The afternoon waned. The evening breeze set in, and +the Christians rose and prepared for evening worship; and +as they wended their way to church they saw for the first +time sights and sounds that paled the faces of the women, +and begot anxiety in the men. Columns of illuminated +smoke were rising to the darkening sky; and from afar off +came the sound of bugles calling to arms, and mingling with +it was the roll of musketry. Service in the church did not +take place, and the scared people hurried back; for now +from lip to lip flew the news—‘The native soldiers have +risen!’ It had a dreadful sound, for under any circumstances<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[156]</span> +it meant a tremendous struggle, and many a brave man +would bite the dust ere the insurrection was quelled.</p> + +<p>That confusion ensued amongst the whites goes without +saying, for none knew exactly where the danger lay. Firm +in his belief in his dark-skinned comrades the white-haired +colonel mounted his horse and rode boldly into the midst of +his regiment, which was assembled on the plain. He tried +to harangue the men, but ere he had spoken many words +there was a report, and a bullet shattered his arm. In a few +seconds he fell from his horse riddled with bullets. It was +the first blood. Then throwing off all reserve the black +soldiers seemed to suddenly transform themselves to fiends. +With hideous cries and shouts, and followed by a yelling +rabble thirsting for the white men’s lives, they rushed towards +the town bent on slaughter.</p> + +<p>And almost at the same moment a young and beautiful +woman, mounted on a magnificent horse, her form concealed +by a military cloak, crossed the plain, and, urging the +animal to its wildest gallop, sped towards Delhi.</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="verse">To every man upon this earth</div> +<div class="verse">Death cometh soon or late,</div> +<div class="verse">And how can man die better</div> +<div class="verse">Than facing fearful odds,</div> +<div class="verse">For the ashes of his fathers</div> +<div class="verse">And the temples of his gods.</div> +</div></div> + +<p>When the eighty-five condemned men were consigned +to the gaol they were placed under the care of a native +guard only, and the prisoners exclaimed to their guard: +‘Are you countrymen of ours that you can calmly see us +thus treated and disgraced by these accursed Feringhees?’ +And the taunt was taken up and carried from man to man, +and it ran like wildfire through the native regiments, and +through the bazaars, and through the villages. And it was +borne down the rivers and up the rivers, and over the dusty +plain to Delhi men sped with the cry on their lips. And +when the sinking sun was reddening the rolling waters of +the Ganges, native eyes in Delhi were turning anxiously +towards Meerut for the flaming signal in the sky, that<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[157]</span> +should announce to them that fire and sword were doing +their deadly work on the European residents in the great +cantonment.</p> + +<p>While the white men were sleeping the natives were +acting. They surged to the prison, civilians and soldiers +alike. Some of the latter were in uniform, some in their +stable dress. Some were fully accoutred, and bestrode their +chargers all ready for war. Others rode their steeds with +only watering-rein and horse-cloth; but every soldier was +armed with sabre and pistol, and hundreds of the rabble +had pistols and guns of some sort. They met with no opposition +at the prison. If the guard did not help they looked +on passively. The cells were forced open, the prisoners +brought forth, and native smiths were at hand to strike off +the shackles. Then the erstwhile prisoners mounted behind +their comrades and rode to the lines for more horses and +arms, and Hindoos and Mohammedans, high caste and low +caste, women and children, joined in one mighty shout, +‘Death to the Feringhees!’—‘Deen, deen!’ which means +‘Death’—and was to become their rallying cry throughout +the great struggle. Forth they rushed like a destroying +whirlwind. Wherever a white soldier was met he was +mercilessly slaughtered. Such Europeans as were driving +or riding were shot down, men, women, and children, without +mercy, without pity. And from the dens of infamy, +and the slums, and the bazaars, poured a stream of human +beings pitiless as the fabled ghouls, and all bent on plundering +and burning. As the moon rose it looked on an +appallingly weird scene of horror and cruelty. The blazing +bungalows of the English officers roared and hissed, and +English women and English children, gashed and mutilated +out of all recognition, lay dead in the streets. One of +the first bungalows to be attacked was that of the colonel +as he rode out to harangue his men. His wife fell, shot +through the heart, as she tried to shield her child. Faithful +to her trust, the old ayah endeavoured to carry the child off +from its dead mother and place it in a place of safety, if +there was such a place. But she was cut down with a sabre,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[158]</span> +and she and the sweet little girl were slashed to pieces. +Then the house was looted and given to the flames.</p> + +<p>Blanche Merton would have fallen a victim at that first +outbreak of fury. But fearing the worst, she had not waited +for the house to be attacked. She was moved by an impulse +to die with her lover no less than to warn him and his comrades +in Delhi, and, being a superb horsewoman, she rushed +to the stables, having first seized the colonel’s military cloak, +which was hanging in the hall. With her own hands she +saddled his favourite riding-horse, and, concealing her face +with a black veil, she rode towards the river undetected, and +having gained the highway beyond the Goomtee, she gave +her horse the rein.</p> + +<p>That night was a night of horror in Meerut, the +parallel for which could hardly be found in history. The +whole town seemed to be a swirling furnace of many-coloured +flames. The air was sultry. There was not a breath +of wind, and the stupendous column of smoke spread itself +out over the doomed town like a funeral pall. The shrieks +of horses and cattle as they were burned in their stables +mingled with the gloating cries of the infuriated natives; +while the roar of the musketry made itself heard above all, +and proclaimed the carnage that was going on. Women +and children and non-combatants cried to God for pity, and +endeavoured to find shelter in the gardens, outhouses, +stables, under the trees, but all without avail. The black +demons searched them out, and shot them or hacked them +to pieces. The streets were deluged with blood; the river +ran red.</p> + +<p>Many a heroic deed that has gone unrecorded was done +that night by white men; and many a half-maddened +mother, with a prayer on her lips, threw away her life in +her fruitless endeavours to save the lives of her little ones.</p> + +<p>But the scene of the story must shift. When the hellish +work in Meerut had been finished the mutineers sped away +to Delhi. But before they reached it the brave Blanche +Merton had arrived. At such a pace had she ridden that +her horse died soon after she had dismounted at Lieutenant<span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[159]</span> +Shelton’s quarters, and she was so excited and so exhausted +that she could scarcely speak. As soon as she got her voice +she told them that mutiny had broken out in Meerut, and +the English were being massacred. There was corroboration +of her report in the flame-coloured sky away to the +north-east where the bungalows were burning, but otherwise +Shelton was disposed to think that her fears had led +her to exaggerate the extent of the revolt. Glad he was to +see her, and as he kissed her fondly he said:</p> + +<p>‘You are safe here, anyway, my darling, and I do not +think there is any danger of the tide of mutiny flowing thus +far.’</p> + +<p>He was hopeful and sanguine, but it was different with +others to whom the news was speedily communicated. They +knew how weak the little force was in Delhi, and that +they could offer but small resistance if the mutineers should +get the upper hand in Meerut and attack Delhi.</p> + +<p>The great magazine and fort, with its tremendous stores +of war material, was no great distance from the palace; +that superb home of the Moghul kings that lifted its proud +domes and turrets above the Jumna. The entire place +was under the charge of Willoughby, and he had with him +two other lieutenants—officers of the Bengal Artillery, and +six European conductors and commissariat sergeants, one +of them being an Irishman named Scully. There were +nine in all. Nine only to defend their precious charge! +To us now it seems inconceivable that the authorities could +have been so fatuous as to leave so important a place as +Delhi unguarded. But so it was, save by a mere handful +of men. Lieutenant Willoughby, however, was of the +stuff that makes all Englishmen proud. Calling his little +band together, he told them the news, and said that it +was certain the mutineers would attempt a dash for the +magazine, for they could do little without ammunition. +But he added:</p> + +<p>‘We will hold the place, boys, against a host. The +black devils may have a brief triumph in Meerut, and come +here; but the garrison of Meerut, which is a strong one,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[160]</span> +will soon recover, and will send us succour; though, should +the worst come to the worst, comrades, not a shell, not a +gun, nor an ounce of powder, if we can help it, shall fall +into the hands of the rebels, for we will blow the whole +place into ruins, and find our graves beneath them.’</p> + +<p>A tremendous cheer was the answer he received, and +then the gallant band set to work to be prepared for whatever +might happen. The outer gate was closed, and strongly +barricaded. Guns were brought out and loaded with double +charges of grape and canister, and placed in such a position +that they commanded the approaches.</p> + +<p>While these preparations were developing Shelton received +orders to do all in his power to hold a house which +had been used as a Government depôt, and contained +accoutrements and other stores, besides a number of rifles. +He procured an ample supply of ammunition from the +magazine, and he had with him a sergeant and a corporal. +Blanche would have refused to have left him, even supposing +he had wished it, but he knew there was nowhere +he could send her to where she was likely to be safer than +there. And so she insisted on being furnished with a +revolver—which she had learned to use since her arrival +in India—and she vowed that she would stand by his side +to the death.</p> + +<p>The morning sun was rising in a glory of crimson +splendour when the mutineers, stained with blood and dust +and grimed with powder, swarmed over the Jumna and +clattered into Delhi. Under the windows of the palace +they surged, and called for the king—that white-haired, +treacherous old villain, who believed that his hour of +triumph had struck, and that the house of Moghul would +be restored to its ancient splendour. The rebels were admitted +by the Mohammedan guard, and then they almost +shook the wall with a thunderous shout of ‘Glory to the +Padishah and death to the Feringhees!’</p> + +<p>Swelled now by their comrades of the palace they +swarmed into the town, cutting down every European +they met, and a detachment rushed for the house held by<span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[161]</span> +Shelton and his sweetheart and his two other companions. +The lower doors and windows had been barricaded; and +from the upper windows a well-delivered fire checked for a +moment the onrush of the mutineers. But it was only for +a moment. Some of their number had gone down into the +dust, but that only served to still further madden the survivors, +who stormed the house, to be beaten back, however, +once more by the defenders’ fire. Recovering themselves, +they fired a volley at the windows, and one of the bullets +struck the corporal dead.</p> + +<p>Shelton saw now that it would be impossible to hold the +place for many minutes, and he turned with anxious gaze +to the beloved woman at his side. Her face was pale as +death, but she was calm, and in her hand she still grasped +the smoking revolver. Every barrel was empty, and she +had sent at least four of the rabble to their account.</p> + +<p>‘My beloved,’ he exclaimed in a tone of despair, ‘I fear +that hope of saving you has passed.’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, darling,’ she said, quietly. ‘Hope for us in this +world has gone; but we shall be united in the next. Load +the revolver again.’</p> + +<p>He quickly thrust a cartridge into each barrel, and returned +it to her, and at the same moment he saw his brave +and only remaining soldier companion go down, shot through +the head. Then he kicked in the head of a barrel of powder +he had taken the precaution to have brought up, and passing +his arm round Blanche’s waist he was about to fire his +revolver into the powder, when he suddenly changed his +mind, and said hurriedly:</p> + +<p>‘Darling, I believe we can escape and find safety in the +fort.’</p> + +<p>‘Where you go, I will go,’ she answered.</p> + +<p>Hurriedly fixing a few feet of slow match to the powder +barrel he lighted the loose end; then taking Blanche’s hand +they hurried down the stairs, revolvers in hand. They gained +the back door, which led into the garden, and by almost superhuman +effort they removed the barricading of the door and +rushed out and cleared the garden before their escape was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[162]</span> +discovered. But at that moment there was a tremendous +explosion, and the house they had just left crumbled to ruins. +For some minutes the mutineers were scattered by the shock, +and it seemed as if the brave Shelton and the equally brave +Blanche would gain shelter. But they were seen, and a +swarm of mounted soldiers sped after them. Placing Blanche +against a wall Shelton stood in front of her, and emptied his +revolver at the advancing horsemen, and two of their number +pitched from their saddles, but the next moment the faithful +lovers fell, clasped in each other’s arms, and riddled with +bullets. In life they had loved and hoped, and in death they +were not divided; their hopes would become fruition in a +better and a brighter world.</p> + +<p>In the meantime how fared it with the brave defenders +of the fort?</p> + +<p>Baffled in their attempt to obtain possession of the house +the mutineers rushed to the magazine with their rallying +cry of ‘Deen, deen!’ Willoughby and his noble band were +prepared for them. They had concentrated their nine-pounder +guns, and behind them had piled up as much +ammunition as they had had time to procure. A few yards +away was a heap of powder, and a train carried from it into +the magazine itself, where the heads had been knocked out +of many of the barrels and the powder scattered, with loaded +shells placed in it. There were tons of powder, shells, and +explosives of all kinds; and when further defence was found +to be impossible the train was to be fired.</p> + +<p>While the howling troopers on horse and foot were +speeding to the fort, mounted messengers were sent from +the king to demand from Willoughby the surrender of the +place.</p> + +<p>‘Back to your royal master, slaves,’ was the haughty +and defiant answer, ‘and tell him to come himself and we +will surrender the ruins, together with our corpses, to him.’</p> + +<p>The messenger made known this defiant answer to the +mutineers, who were now clamouring round in a surging, +jostling mass, and a determined rush was made for the gate. +But they fell back as a withering storm of grape shot tore<span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[163]</span> +through them. That storm was most destructive in its +effects; but the soldiers and the rabble that had joined them +from the slums and dens of the city were too strongly bent +on slaying the Feringhees to allow themselves to be defeated +by the slaughter of some of their number. So gathering +themselves together again, they howled ‘Deen, deen!’ and +made another rush, but once more they were hurled back +by the blast of fire and shot.</p> + +<p>Seldom in the annals of warfare has there been a more +stubborn, more heroic, defence made by a handful of men +against a host of trained soldiers than was made by +Willoughby and his comrades; for, be it remembered that +they were fighting regiments of soldiers who had been +trained and drilled in the art of warfare by the English +themselves, and, as often proved before and since, the Sepoy +makes almost as good a fighting-man as his white brother, +although he perhaps lacks in that stubbornness and unconquerable +determination which are peculiarly characteristic +of the Englishman. But in the case we are dealing with +the Sepoys were stubborn enough. They knew, indeed, +that it was death or victory with them. And they quite +believed that if they could but obtain the immense accumulation +of ammunition stored in the Delhi arsenal, not only +could they hold the city of the Moghuls against all the +armies of England, but that they could actually conquer +India. For it was big guns and shot and shell they wanted, +and from nowhere else could they obtain them save Delhi. +It was, therefore, their only hope, and it may safely be +asserted that not one amongst them deemed it possible that +the stores would not fall into their hands, as it was well +known that only nine men held the fort. But what they +did not know was that those nine men were unconquerable.</p> + +<p>It is no disparagement of the rest to say that Willoughby, +by his magnificent example, inspired the others to greater +deeds of valour. When on the evening of the 1st of May, +as he sat on the verandah of the colonel’s bungalow at +Meerut, he had stated that he would blow the magazine up +rather than surrender it, he made no idle boast. But his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[164]</span> +belief was, as he and his noble companions worked the guns +and kept the howling foe at bay, that the necessity to destroy +the magazine would not arise, since they would be able to +hold out till succour reached them from Meerut. For not +knowing the extent of the disaster which had overwhelmed +that station, he naturally expected some portion of its strong +garrison would immediately be despatched to Delhi’s relief. +But, alas! when the hoofs of the mutinous troopers’ horses +rung upon the bridge that spanned the Jumna before Delhi, +they sounded the death-knell of every British resident in the +city, with some three or four exceptions.</p> + +<p>There is an expressive Hindostanee word, <i>lachar</i>, which +means helpless and something more; and at this awful crisis +in our Indian rule the English were certainly lachar. They +might slay many of their foes, but they could not save their +lives or property. Such as were soldiers knew that it was +one of the risks attending their profession of arms that they +might be called upon at any moment to fight for and lay +down their lives. But it was hard, it was pitiable, it was +maddening, that the dear women and sweet children should +fall a prey to the brutal and tiger-like ferocity of the revolted +soldiers, and there is no doubt that the thought of their +loved ones nerved many an arm to fight with the heroism +of desperate despair.</p> + +<p>For five long hours did Willoughby keep the host at +bay; and often and often during those dreadful hours did he +rush to the bastion on the river face and turn his gaze in the +direction of Meerut, hoping to see the succour he expected +coming in the shape of a regiment of English soldiers +speeding on with all the speed their chargers were capable +of. But the plain was misty with dust and heat; and not a +living thing was in sight beyond the river save some vultures +that hovered lazily in the heated air as if waiting patiently +for the feast they knew would soon be theirs.</p> + +<p>And during those five hours the mutineers charged +again and again at the gate which was so ably defended, +but each time they recoiled, leaving a heap of their dead. +No accurate record has come to us of the number of their<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[165]</span> +slain on that awful day, but it has been computed at +thousands, for mingling with the soldiers was an immense +gathering of civilians who had armed themselves with all +sorts of weapons, and poured forth to assist in massacring +the English. But still the enormous number of their dead +did not deter them. Indeed, the sight only served to frenzy +them still more. Horses and men—soldiers and civilians—encumbered +the ground, victims to the grape and canister +belched forth by the nine-pounders. And the constantly +accumulating heaps made it difficult for the living to reach the +gate which they hoped to batter in. At last, however, they +bethought themselves of ladders. The marvel is that they +had not thought of them before. Scores of ladders were +soon procured when once they had been suggested, and then +with shouts and cries that rent the very air the mutineers +began to swarm up the walls.</p> + +<p>And now brave Willoughby felt that the supreme +moment had come at last. Never had soldier more nobly, +more devotedly, and more heroically done his duty. But he +saw, alas! that his efforts were useless. For the last time +he rushed to the bastion. One more look—a long, anxious +look—over that great plain that was all a quiver with the +fierce heat of the unchecked sun. But not a sign was there +of the hoped-for succour. Meerut had failed them, and there +was nothing left now but to die. Then the splendid hero +went back to his guns.</p> + +<p>‘Comrades,’ he said, ‘we are abandoned to our fate. +Meerut has not sent, perhaps could not send, us help. But +though we are defeated we are not conquered. We have as +soldiers done our duty, and defended to the last the stores +committed to our care. Further defence is impossible, and +there is but one more thing to do, and that is to die.’</p> + +<p>He raised his sword as the prearranged sign, word was +then passed by one of his lieutenants to Scully, who stood +ready. Scully lit his match and fired the train.</p> + +<p>There was an awful pause. The minarets and domes +of the wonderful city glittered in the sunlight, and the face +of heaven was without a cloud. Nature was peaceful and at<span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[166]</span> +rest; but men were striving to tear their fellow men to +pieces, and there was a Babel of fierce, discordant cries. The +walls of the fort were black with hundreds of soldiers and +civilians who were struggling with each other as to who +should be first to cut down the Englishmen. Between the +sweltering crowds on the walls and the thousands below the +scaling ladders formed a connecting link, and they were +black, too, with the writhing masses of men trying to work +their way up. Beyond the closely-wedged crowd that +extended from the walls outwards for something like fifty +yards was a fringe of rabble; the scouring of the gaols and +the contributions of the places of infamy with which the +city abounded. And in this fringe was a large percentage +of women and young people of both sexes; though there +wasn’t one there but was athirst for the Feringhees’ blood. +And when it was seen that the rebel Sepoys had gained the +summit of the surrounding walls of the fort there arose from +thousands of lips an exultant roar, for it seemed that the +Englishmen were at last in the power of the mob. But +suddenly that roar ceased with a quick and paralysing +accession of fear that struck the human mass dumb, for +something had happened—a convulsion of nature, as it +seemed. The sun was darkened; the firm earth rocked, +and shook, and rose and fell, and concurrent with these +things was a compact, sullen, solid boom, that expanded and +stretched out as it were until it became a mighty and +stupendous volume of sound. Where a few seconds +before the walls had stood black with hundreds of fierce men +on murder intent was a heap of ruins; and all around not +hundreds but thousands of human beings were hurled to the +ground maimed, shattered, and slain. And of those who +had presence of mind to turn and flee, some were overtaken +and stricken senseless with flying masonry, masses of iron, +or baulks of timbers; while others fell dead from fright, and +others again went raving mad; and some rushed to the +river and threw themselves in, desperate with despair, for it +seemed as if their own god Shiva had turned upon his votaries +and was bent on wiping them off the face of the earth.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[167]</span> +The effects of this great explosion were remarkable. The +whole city was shaken. Ponderous houses reeled and +tottered, and buildings miles away were rent and split. +Every tree within a radius of a couple of hundred yards was +blasted and withered. Huge masses of masonry were +hurled high into the air. Heavy guns were tossed away as +if they had been toys caught by a strong wind. The six-feet +walls of solid masonry were shattered to crumbling +ruins, burying many hundreds of natives, while hundreds +more were blown up into the air like wisps of straw. The +destruction of the war material was complete. Not a pound +of powder, not a shell, not a gun, remained for the natives +to use against the white men. To that fact probably we +owe our ultimate success over the rebels. For if all that +ammunition and all those guns had fallen into the hands of +the mutineers at that moment, there is no telling what they +might have accomplished.</p> + +<p>Willoughby had indeed nobly done his duty. To their +disgrace, however, be it said, there were those at home—the +fireside politicians, the little Englander and carpet-slipper +travellers—who censured him for the act. But Englishmen +at heart admire courage and devotion to duty. Generations +yet unborn, when they read the pathetic story of Shelton +and Blanche Merton, will draw a sigh of pity, while around +the memory of Lieutenant George Willoughby will ever +shine a halo of glory, and Englishmen will refer to him +with a sense of swelling pride as the Hero of Delhi, who +with fire and death helped to save India.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Curiously enough Willoughby and a comrade, +Lieutenant Forrest, escaped from the fiery blast that scattered +such ruin and death around. Willoughby, however, was +much burnt, and Forrest was severely wounded, having been +shot in the arm. The brave Scully who fired the train +must have been blown to atoms. It was estimated that +2,000 mutineers at least were killed by the explosion, and as +many perhaps had been previously shot down by grape and +canister which the heroic little garrison poured forth with +such deadly effect.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[168]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">IX<br> + +THE SPECTRE OF RISLIP ABBEY</h2> +</div> +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="hangingindent"> +<p>[The particulars of this story have been supplied by a well-known member +of Parliament from his own experience. The story is told almost in +his own words. He is the owner of a broad and fair estate in central +England, and has gained an enviable reputation for his high intelligence, +his administrative ability—which on more than one occasion +has been of great advantage to his party—as well as for his princely +hospitality.]</p> +</div></div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Up</span> to about twenty years ago I was a comparatively poor +man, and had to supplement my income by literary work, +which, being of a scientific character, had not a very wide +market. However, at that time, I succeeded to a snug +patrimony, which freed my mind at once from all anxiety +about the future. I had been married for seventeen years, +and had two daughters, Cynthia and Phyllis, aged thirteen +and fifteen respectively. My wife was an invalid, and our +medical attendant had frequently told me that her restoration +to health depended to a large extent on her living in +the country, and indulging in country pursuits. But want +of adequate means had prevented our giving effect to this +advice, for circumstances rendered it important that I should +reside in London, and my wife resolutely refused to leave +me. Consequently, we had been living in a modest flat, +and made the best we could of its inconveniences and +drawbacks.</p> + +<p>It was not surprising, therefore, that one of my first +cares as soon as I was in possession of my fortune was to +seek for some suitable country residence. We were all +fond of the country, and my tastes inclined to the life of a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[169]</span> +gentleman farmer. I therefore called one morning on my +friend, the late Mr. George R——, the well-known West-End +auctioneer and estate agent. He had a connection all +over Great Britain, and I knew that if anyone could find me +the place I wanted he could. After we had chatted for some +time, and I had made known my requirements, he began to +discuss the pros and cons of several estates he had on his +books, but against all there was some objection to urge as +far as I was concerned, until at last he exclaimed with a +chuckle:</p> + +<p>‘By Jove, I have it. Rislip Abbey, that’s the place for +you.’ Then, calling his head clerk, he desired him to bring +the printed particulars of Rislip, which were read out as +follows:—</p> + +<p>‘Rislip.—Containing about three thousand acres arable +land, five hundred acres pasture, one thousand timber +(mostly oak and beech), the rest park and ornamental +grounds. The house is a quaint, old-fashioned, turreted +mansion, believed to have been built about the end of the +reign of Henry VIII. The place is without any historical +interest. Most of the land lies well. The house stands +high, and commands splendid views, but is in a dilapidated +condition, not having had a tenant for the last thirty years. +The property has been the subject of litigation, but the +rightful ownership has now been determined.’</p> + +<p>The foregoing were the crude particulars, so to speak, +in outline, and having listened to them I questioned my +friend further, and asked him if he had personally surveyed +the property.</p> + +<p>‘I have,’ he answered.</p> + +<p>‘And what is your opinion about it?’</p> + +<p>‘Well, at present it is a wilderness, and the house is +well nigh a ruin. Chancery, as you know, is like a blight +and a curse—it ruins every property it has anything to do +with, as well as breaks the hearts of men and women. Of +course, the lawyers have done well while Rislip has been +going to decay, and now the owners are too poor to spend +any money on it, nor can they sell any portion of it for the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[170]</span> +next twenty-five years. But they would grant you a lease +for that period for a merely nominal rent, and give you the +option of purchase. It would want a good deal of money +laid out on it in the first instance, but my opinion is you +could soon bring the land under cultivation, and make it +profitable. Anyway, go down and see the property. I’ll +go with you, if you like. You will soon see if it is likely +to suit you, and, of course, you can get the ghost and all +thrown in.’</p> + +<p>‘Ghost!’ I exclaimed, with a laugh.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, yes. I understand there is a real, genuine ghost, +according to local tradition. The yokels swear that the +place is haunted. But I should say the only spirits you will +find there are bats and owls.’</p> + +<p>I laughed at the ghost idea. I was pleased to think +myself a hard-headed man, and my disposition was to view +most things from a severely critical and scientific point of +view; while as for spiritualism, I had nothing but contempt +for those who professed to believe in it.</p> + +<p>Now, the result of my interview with my friend the +auctioneer was that a week later we journeyed down to +Rislip together, and spent three or four days in examining +the estate. It was certainly not an exaggeration to call it a +wilderness, while the house itself was crumbling to decay; +but I saw at once the potentialities of the place, and as the +situation of the house would have been hard to beat, while +the rental asked was little more than nominal, I secured the +refusal of the property for a fortnight. During that time I +consulted my lawyers, took my wife and daughter down to +Rislip, and as they confessed themselves charmed, and I +found I could secure it almost on my own terms, I lost no +time in closing, and at once proceeded to get estimates for +putting the house in habitable condition.</p> + +<p>As may be imagined, I was very busy for the next three +months, and by means of a liberal expenditure and ample +labour, a very different aspect was imparted to the erstwhile +wilderness, and the house was ready for occupation by the +early part of November. Though the prospect of moving<span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[171]</span> +at such a period wasn’t very pleasant, we faced it boldly, +and by the end of the month were comfortably installed in +our new quarters. In carrying out the repairs and alterations +in the house I had been careful not to interfere in any +way with its structural arrangements, as its quaintness and +rambling character appealed very forcibly to my antiquarian +instincts. One of the features of the house was most +certainly the dining-room. It was a room of really +noble proportions, unusually lofty for a building of that +date, with three straight windows on one side, and at one +end a very deep bay, from which there was a view second +to none in the country.</p> + +<p>The floor, which had been laid with oak, was as level as +a billiard table, and in a perfect state of preservation. The +walls were all wainscoted from floor to ceiling, and as some +of this had decayed, it had been found necessary to restore it +during the process of renovating the house. In the course +of this work the men discovered a sliding door so artfully +let in as a panel that anyone unacquainted with its existence +would never have found it out. Behind the sliding panel +was a narrow passage, leading to a flight of stone steps that +descended to a second passage, closed by a door. This door +gave access to a short tunnel that had its exit in the +grounds, near a lake of considerable dimensions.</p> + +<p>Romantic no doubt as all this may seem, there was really +nothing very remarkable in it, as very few country houses were +built in Henry VIII.’s time, and, indeed, for long after his +reign, without a secret passage, the object being to afford the +occupants a means of escape in case of need. The contractor +who carried out the work for me suggested that the +passage should be blocked up, to this I would not give +my consent, but insisted on its being left in its original +state, and in this decision I was supported by my wife and +daughters. I ought to add that running parallel with the +dining-room, and communicating by a doorway, was another +room of smaller dimensions, but so conveniently situated +and well lighted that I at once appropriated it as a library, +as I had a valuable collection of books.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[172]</span>By the middle of December we had quite settled down, +and all felt charmed with our new home, then we began to +send out invitations very freely to our friends and relatives +for Christmas, as we were desirous of having a good house-warming.</p> + +<p>Of course, during the short time I had been in possession +I had heard much gossip and gathered a good many interesting +anecdotes about the property. The fact of its having +at last changed hands aroused a great deal of interest and +curiosity over a very extended area, for the history of Rislip +was pretty well known, and the story of the Chancery suit +and the ruin it had brought about had caused general regret, +as it was regarded as a shame that so good a property should +be allowed to run to waste. I found that there was a +very curious belief that Rislip had its familiar spirit—in +other words, that it was haunted. I tried to find out the +foundation for this belief, but, as is usually the case, I was +met with the reply—</p> + +<p>‘Oh, I’ve never seen anything myself, but I’ve heard of +people who have.’</p> + +<p>When I tried to find out these people who, by common +account, had had occular demonstration of the existence of +disturbed spirits, I need scarcely say I failed. It is always +so. Neither my wife nor I attached the slightest serious +importance to the current stories. We were amused by +them, and possibly there was just a tendency on our part to +regard people who expressed belief in the supernatural as +being far from what is generally termed ‘strong-minded,’ to +use a mild term.</p> + +<p>But now, to come to the strangest part of my narrative. +I had been dining one night with my family, and we had +had a neighbouring gentleman and his wife as guests. They +had departed, and my wife and the girls had retired. I had +remained to indulge in a final cigar, and enjoy the comfort +of the brightly burning fire and the warm room. Outside +the weather was murky, cold, and dismal. My butler had +been to inquire if I wished for anything more, and my +wants having been attended to, he bade me good-night and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[173]</span> +went to his room. After that I fell into a reverie. Possibly +I may have dozed. Anyway, I was aroused to a sense of +things mundane by a cold draught of air blowing upon me, +and glancing round I saw, to my amazement, that the secret +door or panel in the wall to which I have already alluded +was wide open. Then I was still further amazed—I might +almost say dumfounded—by <i>seeing a hand</i>, only a hand, +slowly draw the panel into its place again.</p> + +<p>It is almost impossible for me to describe the extraordinary +sensation that crept over me. There was something +so uncanny in the whole proceeding. Now, I have +already said I was not a superstitious man, and I think I +may also assert that I was by no means lacking in courage. +Nevertheless, for the moment I was the prey to a feeling of +absolute funk. Then suddenly I thought that a trick was +being tried upon me, and anger got the better of my funk. +I seized the poker from the fireplace, rushed to the panel, +got it open with some little difficulty, and peered into the +darkness, but saw nothing; listened intently, but heard +nothing. Next I snatched a candle from the table and proceeded +down the passage, but found no living thing, and the +doors were properly fastened. Returning to the dining-room, +I sat down to think, and came to the conclusion that +I had been the victim of a trick of the brain, and laughed +at my own folly. But when a quarter of an hour later I +went upstairs to my bedroom I experienced an unaccountable +and absolutely unusual feeling of nervousness. The +next day my first impulse was to tell my wife of the remarkable +incident of the night previous; my second to do +nothing of the sort, but keep it a locked secret in my own +breast. A week later my daughter Phyllis had been with +me in the library. She was a clever shorthand writer, +and had been taking some important letters down from +my dictation. As the clock on the mantelpiece chimed +out midnight I told her to cease work and go to her bed. +She wished me good-night, and trotted off.</p> + +<p>A few minutes passed, then the door of the library +was flung violently open, and Phyllis, half fainting, looking<span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[174]</span> +ghastly pale, and with a ‘scared-to-death’ appearance of +face, rushed in and clung wildly to me.</p> + +<p>‘What’s the matter, child; what’s the matter?’ I cried +in alarm; but she remained speechless. Moments, perhaps +minutes, slipped by, during which I kept urging her to +speak. She found her voice at last sufficient to jerk out in +a breathless way:</p> + +<p>‘Oh, pa, I’ve had such a fright. When I got up to +the first landing such a strange-looking man was standing +there. I was about to ask him what he was doing, when +he raised his hand in a sort of warning way and disappeared.’</p> + +<p>I laughed, but it wasn’t a genuine laugh, and I pretended +to speak lightly, as I said:</p> + +<p>‘My dear child, I’ve been over-working you and your +poor tired brain has seen visions. Come, let me take you +upstairs to your room. You must try and get a good night’s +rest. You will be all right to-morrow.’</p> + +<p>She gave me a look that was full of meaning. She said +with her eyes as plainly as possible, ‘Don’t try to turn it +off in that way. I have seen what I have seen.’ She had +mastered her feelings by this time, and though she spoke no +words, she went upstairs with me until we reached the first +landing, which was lighted in the daytime by a long stained-glass +window. Edging a little closer to me, she whispered, +‘This was where I saw him.’</p> + +<p>‘Nonsense, nonsense,’ I answered, though I was far +from believing it was nonsense, but I wanted to reassure +her. I escorted her to her door, saw that her lamp was +burning, then kissed her good-night and descended, and as I +went down the last flight of stairs I turned suddenly, for I +was sure I heard footsteps. And close behind me was a +weird-looking man dressed in the costume of a gentleman +of Charles II.’s reign. He appeared to be about sixty-five +years of age. Long, grey, ringleted hair hung about his +shoulders. His face wore an expression of awful anguish.</p> + +<p>For a moment I experienced a shock, but I quickly +recovered myself and tried to grasp him, but he was as<span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[175]</span> +unsubstantial as the air, and the uncanniness of the whole +business made me involuntarily shrink back. Then he +raised his hands, and drawing down the large lace collar from +his neck, he bared his throat, showing me a tremendous +gash that had severed the windpipe, and from which the +blood seemed to pour in a stream. It was a fearsome sight, +I must confess, and I had never before in the whole course +of my existence experienced such an utterly ‘gone’ and +helpless feeling as I did in the presence of that supernatural +visitant, and before I had pulled myself together, as the +saying is, the weird spectre raised his hand, pointed upward +with an extended finger, and in an instant had disappeared.</p> + +<p>I returned to my library and flung myself into a chair, +and I asked myself seriously whether the incidents of the +last quarter of an hour were not the result of some morbid +condition of my own brain. That is to say, I was disposed +to doubt whether my daughter had really rushed pale and +fainting into the room, as I have described, or whether it +wasn’t a figment of my own imagination. But here let me +say that I had always been regarded as an unimaginative +person, with, as I have before said, a scientific mind, which +required hard, stern facts to convince it. How was it then +I had come to see visions?</p> + +<p>I asked myself this question, and mentally argued the +whole thing out, trying to explain away the vision; but, +firstly, there were the mysterious hand and the sliding +panel, and now here was a man of a bygone age who had +horrified me by showing me his throat gashed, and rent, and +bleeding.</p> + +<p>I don’t know really how long I sat revolving the problem +in my brain, but I do know that I crept up to bed at last +feeling terribly fagged mentally and physically.</p> + +<p>I slept far beyond my usual hour the following morning. +My family had already breakfasted, but Phyllis came and +sat with me, and recounted her previous night’s experiences. +There was an unwonted paleness in her pretty face and a +scared look in her eyes. I felt it wise not to say anything +to her about what I myself had seen; but, moved by a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[176]</span> +sudden impulse, I said I was going up to London by the +next train and would take her with me.</p> + +<p>It was no unusual thing for me to be called away from +home at a moment’s notice, so that my wife was not +surprised. Phyllis expressed her delight at going, and two +hours later we were seated in the up express. On arriving +at our destination, I quartered Phyllis at the house of my +sister, while I went to an hotel where I was in the habit of +staying when in town. The following day I called on an +old and esteemed medical friend—a man not only eminent +as a physician, but famous as an author of several erudite +works dealing with all forms of mental disease. I detailed +the experiences of myself and daughter to him, and he +looked very grave and puzzled, but before venturing to +express any opinion he said he would like to see Phyllis. +So I drove off at once to my sister’s, and took Phyllis back +with me, and without entering into any particulars I simply +remarked that I wanted the doctor to see her. She expressed +surprise by her face, but remained silent. On arriving at +the doctor’s house I requested her to tell him what she had +seen, which she did in a plain, intelligent way. My friend +appeared more than ever puzzled, and, having sent Phyllis +out of the room, he delivered himself somewhat as follows:</p> + +<p>‘Well, now, my dear fellow, the facts of the case are +these. Both you and Phyllis are more impressionable than +you imagine, and you have gone through a great deal of +excitement lately in connection with your new quarters. +Last night you overtaxed the girl’s brain, and what she +thought she saw was a pure fancy. Her sudden appearance +in your room in a state of nervous agitation, her +story, her manner, made a great impression on you, and +what she told you she had seen suggested the same thing +to you.’</p> + +<p>‘But how about the hand and the sliding panel?’ I +asked.</p> + +<p>‘The result also of a morbid condition of the mind,’ he +answered. ‘Fancy, fancy, all fancy, my dear sir. Now you +and Phyllis go and make a little journey somewhere. A trip<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[177]</span> +to the South of France, a month at Monte Carlo, will do +you all the good in the world.’</p> + +<p>I left my friend’s house far from satisfied. I knew he +was sincere in his belief, but he was wrong in his diagnosis. +Nevertheless, I began to think of carrying out his suggestion +and visiting the Riviera. No doubt I should have done +that if it hadn’t been for the fact that three days later I +received a telegram from home, summoning me back at +once, as my wife had been taken ill.</p> + +<p>I began to fear now that Rislip was to prove a curse +instead of a blessing to me; and, depressed by an anxiety +I had never known before, I caught the next train out. +Phyllis, of course, accompanied me, and we reached Rislip +about ten o’clock at night. I learnt that my wife had had +a fit. The cause nobody knew, but she told me. She had +been sitting in the dining-room alone, when she felt a +draught as I had done. Then to her horror she saw a +deathly-white hand sliding the panel back. Suddenly +a quaintly-dressed man, with a haggard, anguished face, +appeared before her, and, baring his throat, displayed it +gashed and bleeding as he had done to me. She was +conscious of uttering a loud, shrill scream of terror. Then +all was blank until she awoke to find a doctor attending +her.</p> + +<p>As she finished telling me her story, she expressed great +anxiety lest her brain was giving way, and she only grew +calm when I assured her that I had seen what she had +seen, and that Phyllis had also met the ghostly man on the +stairs. My medical friend’s theory would not now hold +water, because my wife had been ignorant of my own and +Phyllis’s experiences, so that she was not influenced by a +recital which might have set up a morbid set of conditions +in her own brain.</p> + +<p>Up to this time I had always regarded spiritualism so-called +as abominable quackery, and it always made me angry +when I heard of the antics and silly pranks which the spirits +called up at the <i>séances</i> the professional humbugs indulged +in. But now I myself had seen a spirit, my daughter<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[178]</span> +had also seen it, and my wife had seen it. We all three +claimed to be people of common sense, free from morbid +taint, and not given to conjuring up bogeys out of every +shadow that came in our path. And yet it seemed to me +that the spirit that had made itself manifest unto us had +behaved in a very idiotic way, for if it had a grievance why +did it try to frighten us all to death. Of course, the matter +was too serious to be pooh-poohed with a scornful laugh and +a sceptical toss of the head. The statement of three persons, +not quite fools, could not be ignored. I began to feel deeply +interested in the psychological problem that was suggested +to me, and after much cogitation I mentally asked myself +whether the ghostly visitor had any particular reason for +pointing upward. Anyway, I was prompted to try and find +out, and made my way to the top of the house, where there +was a range of garrets. Here I began to pry about in a +very inquisitive way, and after long and patient searching +for I knew not what, I chanced to strike a portion of the +wall in a back garret with a stick I carried, and was rather +astonished to find that it gave out a hollow sound. I rapped +it again. The same sound; but a yard on either side and +there was solidity.</p> + +<p>I lost no time in getting the assistance of two of my +men servants. I simply told them that I had accidentally +discovered what I believed to be a door, and, prompted now +more by curiosity than anything else, I, with their help, tore +off the paper, then a lining of canvas, then more paper, till +we got to some wood that had once been painted. Close +examination revealed that it was a door, and not without +considerable trouble we got it open, disclosing a deep recess. +Lights were procured, and from out the recess we dragged +a heavy mass of dusty and time-stained metal. It was +apparently a bundle of lead rolled up. We unrolled it, and +brought to light a quantity of human bones, including a +singularly well preserved skull, to which a mass of hair still +adhered.</p> + +<p>What my feelings were I will not attempt to describe. +Of course the servants were amazed. I sent them to their<span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[179]</span> +duties, again cautioning them to say nothing at present of +our find. My next step was to lodge information with the +county police, and in due course the inevitable coroner’s +inquiry was held, but elicited nothing beyond the medical +opinion that the bones must have been where they were +found for generations. Whose bones they were no one +could even conjecture. Why they had been wrapped in +lead, and hidden in the secret cupboard was no less inscrutable. +The coroner’s jury could return but one verdict. +The remains were those of some person unknown, and how +he had met his death it was impossible to say. The bones +were ordered to be buried in consecrated ground, and with +Christian burial, and that was done. At my own expense +I placed a slab over the grave, bearing this line:</p> + +<p>‘Sacred to the memory of a stranger. Date of birth and +death unknown.’</p> + +<p>With the finding and burial of those bones the spectre +of Rislip Abbey departed, and troubled us no more.</p> + +<p>Now, the story I have told you is a true one. There +is the independent testimony of my wife and daughter to +corroborate mine. My theory is that in some far-off time +a brutal crime had been committed, and the murdered +man’s body had been rolled in a sheet of lead and thrust in +the secret closet; but while the murderers could confine his +body they could not confine his spirit. Though why, after +so many generations had passed, I should have been selected +to bring the matter to light I know not, and cannot even +possibly suggest a theory, nor can the mystery of the crime +be cleared up. Who the murdered man was, and why he +was murdered, will never be known until the secrets of all +hearts are revealed in the burning light of the Judgment +Day.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[180]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">X<br> + +THE CAVE OF BLOOD</h2> +</div> +<p class="center">THE STORY OF A DOUBLE CRIME</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">On</span> the south-west coast of the Principality of Wales +stands a romantic little village, inhabited chiefly by the +poorer class of people, consisting of small farmers and oyster +dredgers, whose estates are the wide ocean, and whose +ploughs are the small craft in which they glide over its +interminable fields in search of the treasures which they +wring from its bosom. It is built on the very top of a hill, +commanding on one side a view of an immense bay, and on +the other of the peaceful green fields and valleys, cultivated +by the greater number of its quiet inhabitants. At the +period of this story distinctions were unknown in the +village—every man was the equal of his neighbour.</p> + +<p>But though rank and its unpolished distinctions were +strange in the village, the superiority of talent was felt and +acknowledged almost without a pause or a murmur. +There was one who was as a king amongst them, by the +mere force of a mightier spirit than those with whom he +sojourned had been accustomed to feel among them. He +was a dark and moody man—a stranger—evidently of a +higher order than those around him, who had but a few +months before, without any apparent object, settled among +them. Where he came from no one knew. He was a +mystery, and evidently knew how to keep his secrets to +himself. He was not rich, but followed no occupation. +He lived frugally, but quite alone, and his sole employments<span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[181]</span> +were to read during the day and wander out, unaccompanied, +into the fields or by the beach during the night. +He was a strange, silent, fearsome sort of man, with a +certain uncanniness in his appearance that commanded +respect no less than fear. It soon became a common belief +that this man possessed miraculous powers, not only as a +healer of human ailments, but as a prophet. It was, therefore, +not to be wondered at that in that little community +of simple fisher-folk he was looked up to as a superior +being, who not only held the power of life and death in his +hands, but was able to draw aside the veil that screened the +future.</p> + +<p>Sometimes he would relieve a suffering child or rheumatic +old man by medicinal herbs, reprove idleness and +drunkenness in the youth, and predict to all the good and +evil consequences of their conduct. And in his success in +some cases, his foresight in others, and his wisdom in all, +won for him a high reputation among the cottagers, to +which his taciturn habits contributed not a little, for, with +the vulgar as with the educated, no talker was ever seriously +taken for a magician, though a silent man is often decided +to be a wise one.</p> + +<p>There was but one person at all disposed to rebel against +the despotic sovereignty which John Morgan—such was +the name he chose to be known by—was silently establishing +over the quiet village, and that was precisely the person +most likely to effect a revolution. She was a beautiful +young woman, the glory and boast of the village, who had +been the favourite of, and to a certain degree educated by, +the late lady of the manor; but the lady had died, and her +<i>protégée</i>, with a full consciousness of her intellectual superiority, +had returned to her native village, where she determined +to have an empire of her own which no rival should +dispute. She laughed at the girls and women folk who +listened to the predictions of Morgan, and she refused her +smiles to the young men who consulted him upon their +affairs and their prospects; and as the beautiful Ruth was +generally beloved, the silent Morgan was soon in danger of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[182]</span> +being abandoned by all save doting men and paralytic +women, and feeling himself an outcast in the village.</p> + +<p>But it was soon made clear that Morgan had no intention +of allowing pretty Ruth to oust him from his position. +He had essayed to rule the village, and he was resolved to +retain his hold over the people. He knew, too, that from +another point of view this ascendency was necessary to his +purposes, and as he had failed to establish it by wisdom and +benevolence, he determined to try the effect of fear. The +character of the people with whom he sojourned was admirably +calculated to assist his projects. His predictions were +now uttered more clearly, and his threats denounced in +sterner tones and stronger and plainer words, and when he +predicted that old William Williams, who had been stricken +with the palsy, would die at the turn of the tide, three days +from that on which he spoke, and that the light little boat +of gay Griffy Morris, which sailed from the Bay on a bright +winter’s morning, would never again make the shore—the +man died, and the storm arose, even as he said—men’s hearts +died within them, and they bowed down before his words, as +if he had been their general fate and the individual destiny +of each.</p> + +<p>Ruth’s beautiful face grew pale for a moment as she +heard of these things; in the next her spirit returned, +and she told some friend that she was going to Morgan to +have her fortune told, and she would prove to everyone that +he was an impostor. She had no difficulty in getting up a +party of young men and women to accompany her, and she +set off for Morgan’s house with the avowed intention of +‘unmasking and humiliating him.’ It was rather remarkable, +seeing that the man had never done her any harm, +that she should have taken such a prejudice against him. +When they reached his residence they made it very evident +that they intended to insult him. They made jests at his +expense, and rudely and satirically alluded to his professed +powers of prophecy. Had Ruth been more observant and +less self-conscious, she could not have failed to note that +Morgan was far removed above the common-place, and was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[183]</span> +possessed of mental powers far above anyone else in the +village. He was greatly annoyed by her insulting manner +and intentional rudeness, but he concealed his feelings, +though he silently resolved to humble her pride. ‘I will +make him tell my fortune,’ she said. His credit was at +stake; he must daunt his enemy, or surrender to her power; +he foretold sorrows and joys to the listening throng, and he +made one of the young men present and Ruth herself feel +exceedingly uncomfortable by revealing a secret which they +themselves thought no human soul knew beside themselves. +Then for the first time Ruth began to think she had made +a mistake, and had underrated her opponent. Nevertheless, +her self-possession did not desert her, and in an easy, flippant +manner, in which there was a challenge as well as a sneer, +she bade him read her future. Morgan remained silent for +some moments, and steadily gazed at her. He had a large +book before him, which he opened, shut, opened again, and +again looked sadly and fearfully upon her; she tried to +smile, but felt startled—she knew not why; the bright, +inquiring glance of her dark eye could not change Morgan’s +manner. Her smile could not melt, nor even temper, the +hardness of his deep-seated malice; he again looked sternly, +and then coldly uttered these slow, soul-withering words, +‘Woman, you are doomed to be a murderess!’ At first +she sneered at his prediction, and then laughed at him; but +with greater solemnity, and speaking as if he were inspired, +he exclaimed, ‘I tell you, Ruth, you will become a +murderess! I see blood upon your hands and blood upon +your face, and the black stain of awful guilt upon your +immortal soul.’</p> + +<p>Her arrogance was subdued, her haughty spirit overcome, +and with something liked a groan she hurried away. But +from that day she found that she was a marked woman. +The superstitious villagers shunned her, and she became, as +it were, an outcast.</p> + +<p>Abhorring Morgan, she yet felt drawn towards him, and +while she sat by his side felt as if he alone could avert the +evil destiny which he himself had foretold. With him only<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[184]</span> +was she seen to smile; elsewhere, sad, silent, stern; it +seemed as if she were ever occupied in nerving her mind +for that which she had to do, and she grew melancholy and +morbid.</p> + +<p>But there were moments when her naturally strong +spirit, not yet wholly subdued, struggled against her conviction, +and endeavoured to find modes of averting her fate; +it was in one of these, perhaps, that she gave her hand to a +wooer, from a distant part of the country, a mariner, who +either had not heard or did not regard the prediction, upon +condition that he should remove her far from her native +village to the home of his family and friends, for she sometimes +felt as if the decree which had gone forth against her +could not be fulfilled except upon the spot where she had +heard it, and that her heart would be lighter if men’s eyes +would again look upon her in kindliness and she no longer +sat beneath the glare of those that knew so well the secret +of her soul. Thus thinking, she quitted the village with +her husband; and the tormentor, who had poisoned her +repose, soon after her departure, left the village as secretly +and as suddenly as he had entered it.</p> + +<p>But, though Ruth could depart from his corporeal +presence, and look upon his cruel visage no more, yet the +eye of her soul was fixed upon his shadow, and his airy +form, the creation of her sorrow, still sat by her side; the +blight that he had breathed upon her peace had withered her +heart, and it was in vain that she sought to forget or banish +the recollection from her brain. Men and women smiled +upon her as before in the days of her joy, the friends of +her husband welcomed her to their bosoms, but they could +give no peace to her heart; she shrunk from their friendship, +she shivered equally at their neglect, she dreaded any +cause that might lead to that which, it had been said, she +must do; nightly she sat alone and thought, she dwelt upon +the characters of those around her, and shuddered that in +some she saw violence and selfishness enough to cause injury, +which she might be supposed to resent to blood. Against +the use of actual violence she had disabled herself; she had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[185]</span> +never struck a blow—her small hand would have suffered +injury in the attempt; she did not understand the use of firearms, +she was ignorant of what were poisons, and a knife +she never allowed herself, even for the most necessary purposes. +How, then, could she slay? At times she took +comfort from thoughts like these, and at others she was +plunged in the darkness of despair.</p> + +<p>Her husband went forth to and returned from the voyages +which made up the avocation and felicity of his life, without +noticing the deep-rooted sorrow of his wife. He was +a common man, and of a common mind; his eye had not +seen the awful beauty of her whom he had chosen; his +spirit had not felt her power; and, if he had marked, he +would not have understood her grief; so she ministered to +him as a duty. She was a silent and obedient wife, but +she saw him come home without joy, and witnessed his +departure without regret; he neither added to nor diminished +her sorrow. But destiny had one solitary blessing in +store for the victim of its decrees—a child was born to the +hapless Ruth, a lovely little girl soon slept upon her bosom, +and, coming as it did, the one lone and lovely rosebud in her +desolate garden, she welcomed it with a kindlier hope.</p> + +<p>A few years went by unsoiled by the wretchedness which +had marked the preceding; the joy of the mother softened +the anguish of the condemned, and sometimes when she +looked upon her daughter she ceased to despair; but destiny +had not forgotten its claim, and soon its hand pressed +heavily upon its victim; the giant ocean rolled over the +body of her husband, poverty visited the cottage of the +widow, and famine’s gaunt figure was visible in the distance. +Oppression came with these, arrears of rent were demanded, +and the landlord was brutal in his anger and harsh in his +language to the sufferer.</p> + +<p>Thus goaded, she saw but one thing that could save her—she +fled from her persecutor to the home of her youth, +and, leading her little Rachel by the hand, threw herself +into the arms of her people. They received her with distant +kindness, and assured her that she should not want. In this<span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[186]</span> +they kept their promise, but it was all they did for Ruth and +her daughter. A miserable subsistence was given to them, +and that was embittered by distrust, and the knowledge that +it was yielded unwillingly.</p> + +<p>Among the villagers, although she was no longer shunned +as formerly, her story was not forgotten. If it had been, her +strange beauty, her sorrow-stamped face, the flashing of +her eyes, her majestic stature and solemn movements, +would have recalled it to their recollections. She was a +marked being, and all believed (though each would have +pitied her, had they not been afraid) that her evil +destiny was not to be averted. They declared that she +looked like one fated to do some dreadful deed. They saw +she was not one of them, and though they did not directly +avoid her, yet they never threw themselves in her way, and +thus the hapless Ruth had ample leisure to contemplate and +grieve over her fate. One night she sat alone in her little +hovel, and, with many bitter ruminations, was watching the +happy sleep of her child, who slumbered tranquilly on their +only bed. Midnight had long passed, yet Ruth was not +disposed to rest. She trimmed her dull light, and said mentally, +‘Were I not poor such a temptation might not assail +me, riches would procure me deference; but poverty, or the +wrongs it brings, may drive me to this evil. Were I above +want it would be less likely to be. Oh, my child, for your +sake would I avoid this doom more than for mine own, for +if it should bring death to me, what will it not bring to +you?—infamy, agony, scorn.’</p> + +<p>She wept aloud as she spoke, and scarcely seemed to +notice the singularity (at that late hour) of someone without +attempting to open the door. She heard, but the circumstance +made little impression. She knew that as yet +her doom was unfulfilled, and that, therefore, no danger +could reach her. She was no coward at any time, but now +despair had made her brave. She flung the door open, a +stranger entered, without either alarming or disturbing her, +and it was not till he had stood face to face with Ruth, and she +discovered his features to be those of William Morgan, that<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[187]</span> +she sprung up from her seat and gazed wildly and earnestly +upon him. He gave her no time to question.</p> + +<p>‘Ruth Tudor,’ said he, ‘behold I come to sue for +your pity and mercy. I have embittered your existence, +and doomed you to a terrible lot. What first was dictated +by vengeance and malice became truth as I uttered it, +for what I spoke I believed. Yet, take comfort, some +of my predictions have failed, and why may not this +one be false? In my own fate I have ever been deceived; +perhaps I may be equally so in yours. In the +meantime have pity upon him who was your enemy, but +who, when his vengeance was uttered, instantly became +your friend. I was poor, and your scorn might have robbed +me of subsistence in danger, and your contempt might +have given me up. Beggared by some disastrous events, +hunted by creditors, I fled from my wife and son because I +could no longer bear to contemplate their suffering. I have +sought fortune in many ways since we parted, and always +has she eluded my grasp till last night, when she rather +tempted than smiled upon me. At an idle fair I met the +steward of this estate drunk and stupid, but loaded with +gold. He travelled towards home alone. I could not, did +not, wrestle with the fiend that possessed me, but hastened +to overtake him in his lonely ride. Start not! No hair +of his head was harmed by me. Of his gold I robbed him, +but not of his life, though, had I been the greater villain, I +should now be in less danger, since he saw and marked my +person. Three hundred pounds is the result of my deed, +but I must keep it now or die. Ruth, you, too, are poor +and forsaken, but you are faithful and kind, and will not +betray me to justice. Save me, and I will not enjoy my +riches alone. You know all the caves in the rocks, those +hideous hiding places, where no foot, save yours, has dared +to tread. Conceal me in one of these till the pursuit be +passed, and I will give you one half my wealth, and return +with the other to gladden my wife and son.’</p> + +<p>The hand of Ruth was already opened, and in imagination +she grasped the wealth he promised. Oppression and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">[188]</span> +poverty had somewhat clouded the nobleness, but not the +fierceness of her spirit. She saw that riches would save her +from wrath, perhaps from blood, and as the means to escape +from so mighty an evil she was not unscrupulous respecting +a lesser. Independently of this, she felt a great interest in +the safety of Morgan. Her own fate seemed to hang upon +his. She hid the ruffian in a cave which she had known +from her youth, and supplied him with light and food.</p> + +<p>There was a happiness now in the heart of Ruth, a joy +in her thoughts as she sat all the long day upon the deserted +settle of her wretched fireside, to which they had, for many +years, been strangers. Many times during the past years +of her sorrow she had thought of Morgan, and longed to +look upon his face, and sit under his shadow, as one whose +presence could preserve her from the evil fate which he +himself had predicted. She had long since forgiven him +his prophecy. She believed he had spoken truth, and this +gave her a wild confidence in his power—a confidence that +sometimes thought, ‘If he can foreknow, can he not also +avert?’</p> + +<p>And she thought she would deserve his confidence, and +support him in his suffering. She had concealed him in a +deep dark cave, hewn far in the rock, to which she alone +knew the entrance from the beach. There was another (if +a huge aperture in the top of the rock might be so called) +which, far from attempting to descend, the peasants and +seekers for the culprit had scarcely dared to look into, so +perpendicular, dark, and uncertain was the hideous descent +into what justly appeared to them a bottomless abyss. +They passed over his head in their search through the fields +above, and before the mouth of his den upon the beach +below, yet they left him in safety, though incertitude and +fear.</p> + +<p>It was less wonderful, the suspicionless conduct of the +villagers towards Ruth, than the calm prudence with which +she conducted all the details relating to her secret. Her +poverty was well known, yet she daily procured a double +portion of food, which was won by double labour. She<span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">[189]</span> +toiled in the fields for the meed of oaken cake and potatoes, +or she dashed out in a crazy boat on the wide ocean, to win +with the dredgers the spoils of the oyster beds that lie on +its bosom. The daintier fare was for the unhappy guest, +and daily did she wander among the rocks, when the tides +were retiring, for the shellfish which they had flung among +the fissures in their retreat, which she bore, exhausted with +fatigue, to her home, and which her lovely child, now +rising into womanhood, prepared for the luxurious meal. +It was wonderful, too, the settled prudence of the young +girl, who made no comment about the food with which she +was daily supplied. If she suspected the secret of her +mother she respected it too much to allow others to discover +that she did so.</p> + +<p>Many sad hours did Ruth pass in that dark cave, where +the man who had blighted her life lay in hiding; and many +times, by conversing with him upon the subject of her destiny, +did she seek to alleviate the pangs its recollection gave +her. But the result of such discussions were by no means +favourable to her hopes. Morgan had acknowledged that +his threat had originated in malice, and that he intended +to alarm and subdue, but not to the extent that he had +effected. ‘I know well,’ said he, ‘that disgrace alone +would operate upon you as I wished, for I foresaw you would +glory in the thought of nobly sustaining misfortune. I +meant to degrade you with the lowest. I meant to attribute +to you what I now painfully experience to be the +vilest of vices. I intended to tell you you were destined to +be a thief, but I could not utter the words I had intended, +and I was struck with horror at those I heard involuntarily +proceeding from my lips. I would have recalled them, but +I could not. I would have said, “Ruth, I did but jest,” but +there was something which seemed to withhold my speech +and press upon my soul, and a dumb voice whispered in my +ears, “As thou hast said shall this thing be.” But take +comfort, Ruth. My own fortunes have ever deceived me, +and doubtlessly ever will, for I feel as if I should one day +return to this cave, and make it my final home.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">[190]</span>He spoke solemnly, and wept; but his companion was +unmoved as she looked on in wonder and contempt at his +grief. ‘You know not how to endure,’ said she to him, +‘and as soon as night shall again fall upon our mountains I +will lead you forth to freedom. The danger of pursuit is +now past. At midnight be ready for the journey, leave the +cave, and ascend the rocks by the path I showed you, to +the field in which its mouth is situated. Wait me there +a few moments, and I will bring you a fleet horse, ready +saddled for the journey, for which you must pay, since I +must declare to the owner that I have sold it at a distance, +and for more than its rated value.’</p> + +<p>Midnight came, and Morgan waited with trembling +anxiety for the welcome step of Ruth. At length he saw +her, and hastily speaking as she descended the rock:</p> + +<p>‘You must be speedy in your movements,’ said she. +‘When you leave me your horse waits on the other side of +this field, and I would have you hasten, lest something +should betray your purpose. But, before you depart, there +is an account to be settled between us. I have dared +danger and privation for you, that the temptations of the +poor may not assail me. Give me my reward, and go.’</p> + +<p>Morgan pressed his leather bag containing his gold to +his bosom, but answered nothing. He seemed to be studying +some evasion, for he looked upon the ground, and there +was trouble in the working of his lip. At length he said +cautiously, ‘I have it not with me. I buried it, lest it +should betray me, in a field some miles distant. When I +leave here I will dig it up, for I know the exact spot, and +send you your portion as soon as I reach a place of safety.’</p> + +<p>Ruth gave him a glance of scorn. She had detected +his meanness, and smiled at his incapacity to deceive. +‘What do you press to your bosom so earnestly,’ she demanded. +‘Surely you are not the wise man I deemed you, +thus to defraud me. Your friend alone you might cheat, +and safely; but I have been made wretched by you, guilty +by you, and your life is in my power. I could, as you know, +easily raise the village, and win half your wealth by giving<span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">[191]</span> +you up to justice. But I prefer reward. Give me my due, +therefore, and be gone.’</p> + +<p>But Morgan knew too well the value of the metal of +sin to yield one half of it to Ruth. He tried many miserable +shifts and lies, and at last, baffled by the calm penetration +of his antagonist, boldly avowed his intention of keeping +all the spoil he had won with so much hazard. Ruth looked +at him with withering contempt. ‘Keep your gold,’ she +said. ‘If it can thus harden hearts, I covet not its possession; +but there is one thing you must do, and that before +you move a foot. I have supported you with hard-earned +industry—that I give you; more proud, it would seem, in +bestowing than I could be in receiving from such as you. +But the horse that is to bear you hence to-night I borrowed +for a distant journey. I must return with it, or its value. +Open your bag, pay me for it, and go.’</p> + +<p>But Morgan seemed afraid to open his bag in the +presence of her he had wronged. Ruth understood his +fears; but, scorning vindication of her principles, contented +herself with entreating him to be honest. ‘Be more just to +yourself and me,’ she persisted, ‘the debt of gratitude I +pardon; but, I beseech you, leave me not to encounter the +consequence of having stolen from my friend the animal +which is his only means of subsistence. I pray you not to +condemn me to scorn.’</p> + +<p>It was of no avail that Ruth humbled herself to entreaties. +Morgan answered not, and while she was yet +speaking cast side-long looks towards the spot where the +horse was waiting, and seemed meditating whether he +should not dart from Ruth and escape her entreaties and +demands by dint of speed. Her stern eye detected this purpose, +and, indignant at his baseness, and ashamed of her own +degradation, she sprung suddenly towards him, made a +desperate clutch at the leathern bag, and tore it from his +grasp. He made an attempt to recover it, and a fierce +struggle ensued, which drove them both back towards the +yawning mouth of the cave from which he had just ascended +to the world. On its very verge, on its very extreme edge,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">[192]</span> +the demon who had so long ruled his spirit, now instigated +him to mischief, and abandoned him to his natural brutality. +He struck the unhappy Ruth a revengeful and tremendous +blow. At that moment a horrible thought glanced like +lightning through her soul. He was to her no longer what +he had been. He was a robber, ruffian, liar—one whom to +destroy was justice, and perhaps it was he——</p> + +<p>‘Villain!’ she cried, ‘you predicted that I was doomed +to be a murderess; are you destined to be my victim?’ +She flung him from her with terrific force, as he stood close +to the abyss, and the next instant heard him dash against +its sides, as he was whirled headlong into the darkness.</p> + +<p>It was an awful feeling, the next that passed over the +soul of Ruth Tudor, as she stood alone in the pale, sorrowful +moonlight, endeavouring to remember what had chanced. +She gazed on the purse, on the chasm, wiped the drops of +agony from her heated brow, and then, with a sudden pang +of recollection, rushed down to the cavern. The light was +still burning, as Morgan had left it, and served to show her +the wretch extended helpless beneath the chasm. Though +his body was crushed, the bones splintered, and his blood +was on the cavern’s sides, he was yet living, and raised his +head to look upon her as she darkened the narrow entrance +in her passage. He glared upon her with the visage of a +demon, and spoke like a fiend in pain. ‘You have murdered +me!’ he said, ‘but I shall be avenged in all your life to +come. Deem not that your doom is fulfilled, that the deed +to which you are fated is done. In my dying hour I know, +I feel, what is to come upon you. You are yet again to do +a deed of blood!’</p> + +<p>‘Liar!’ shrieked the infuriated victim.</p> + +<p>‘I tell you,’ he gasped, ‘your destiny is not yet fulfilled. +You will yet commit another deed of horror. You will +slay your own daughter. You are yet doomed to be a +double murderess!’</p> + +<p>She rushed to him, but he was dead.</p> + +<p>Ruth Tudor stood for a moment by the corpse, blind, +stupefied, deaf, and dumb. In the next she laughed aloud,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">[193]</span> +till the cavern rang with her ghastly mirth, and many +voices mingled with and answered it. But the voices scared +her, and in an instant she became stolidly grave. She +threw back her dark locks with an air of offended dignity, +and walked forth majestically from the cave. She took the +horse by his rein, and led him back to the stable. With the +same unvarying calmness she entered her cottage, and +listened to the quiet breathings of her sleeping daughter. +She longed to approach her nearer, but some new and horrid +fear restrained her, and held her in check. Suddenly, +remembrance and reason returned, and she uttered a shriek +so loud and shrill that her daughter sprung from her bed, +and threw herself into her arms.</p> + +<p>It was in vain that the gentle Rachel supplicated her +mother to find rest in sleep.</p> + +<p>‘Not here,’ she muttered, ‘it must not be here; the +deep cave and the hard rock, these shall be my resting-place; +and the bed-fellow, lo! now he awaits my coming.’ +Then she would cry aloud, clasp her Rachel to her beating +heart, and as suddenly, in horror, thrust her from it.</p> + +<p>The next midnight beheld Ruth Tudor in the cave, +seated upon a point of rock, at the head of the corpse, her +chin resting upon her hands, gazing earnestly upon the +distorted face. Decay had already begun its work, and +Ruth sat there watching the progress of mortality, as if she +intended that her stern eye should quicken and facilitate its +operation. The next night also beheld her there, but the +current of her thoughts had changed, and the dismal interval +which had passed appeared to be forgotten. She stood with +her basket of food.</p> + +<p>‘Will you not eat!’ she demanded; ‘arise, strengthen +yourself for your journey; eat, eat, sleeper; will you never +awaken? Look, here is the meat you love’; and as she +raised his head and put the food to his lips the frail remnant +of mortality remained dumb and rigid, and again she knew +that he was dead.</p> + +<p>It was evident to all that a shadow and a change was +over the senses of Ruth; till this period she had been only<span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">[194]</span> +wretched, but now madness was mingled with her grief. It +was in no instance more apparent than in her conduct +towards her beloved child; indulgent to all her wishes, +ministering to all her wants with a liberal hand, till men +wondered from whence she derived the means of indulgence, +she yet seized every opportunity to send her from her +presence. The gentle-hearted Rachel wept at her conduct, +yet did not complain, for she believed it the effect of the +disease that had for so many years been preying upon her +soul. Ruth’s nights were passed in roaming abroad, her days +in the solitude of her hut; and even this became painful +when the step of her child broke upon it. At length she +signified that a relative of her husband had died and left her +wealth, and that it would enable her to dispose of herself as +she had long wished; so, leaving Rachel with her relatives, +she retired to a hut upon a lonely heath, where she was less +wretched, because there were none to observe her awful grief.</p> + +<p>In many of her ravings she had frequently spoken darkly +of her crime, and her nightly visits to the cave; and more +frequently still she addressed some unseen thing, which she +asserted was for ever at her side. But few heard these +horrors, and those who did called to mind the early prophecy +and deemed them the workings of insanity in a fierce and +imaginative mind. So thought also the beloved Rachel, +who hastened daily to visit her mother, but not now alone, +as formerly. A youth of the village was her companion +and protector, one who had offered her worth and love, and +whose gentle offers were not rejected. Ruth, with a +hurried gladness, gave her consent, and a blessing to her +child; and it was remarked that she received her daughter +more kindly and detained her longer at the cottage when +Evan was by her side than when she went to the gloomy +heath alone. Rachel herself soon made this observation, and +as she could depend upon the honesty and prudence of him +she loved, she felt less fear at his being a frequent witness of +her mother’s terrific ravings. Thus all that human consolation +was capable to afford was offered to the sufferer by +her sympathising children.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">[195]</span>But the delirium of Ruth Tudor appeared to increase +with every nightly visit to the secret cave of blood; some +hideous shadow seemed to follow her steps in the darkness +and sit by her side in the light. Sometimes she held strange +parley with this creation of her frenzy, and at others smiled +upon it in scornful silence; now her language was in the +tones of entreaty, pity, and forgiveness; anon it was the burst +of execration, curses, and scorn. To the gentle listeners her +words were blasphemy; and, shuddering at her boldness, +they deemed, in the simple holiness of their own hearts, that +the Evil One was besetting her, and that religion alone +could banish him. Possessed by this idea, Evan one day +suddenly interrupted her tremendous denunciations upon +her fate and him who, she said, stood over her to fulfil it, +with imploring her to open the book which he held in his +hand, and seek consolation from its words and its promises. +She listened, and grew calm in a moment; with an awful +smile she bade him open and read at the first place which +should meet his eye: ‘From that, the word of truth, as +thou sayest, I shall know my fate; what is there written I +will believe.’ He opened the book and read:</p> + +<p>‘“Whither shall I go from Thy spirit, or whither shall I +flee from Thy presence? If I go up into heaven, Thou art +there; if I make my bed in hell, Thou art there; if I take +the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts +of the sea, even there shall Thy hand lead me, and Thy right +hand shall hold me.”’</p> + +<p>Ruth laid her hand upon the book. ‘It is enough; its +words are truth; it has said there is no hope, and I find +comfort in my despair. I have already spoken thus in the +secrecy of my heart, and I know that He will be obeyed; +the unnamed sin must be——’</p> + +<p>Evan knew not how to comfort, so he shut up his Bible +and retired; and Rachel kissed the cheek of her mother as +she bade her a tender good-night. Another month, and she +was to be the bride of Evan, and she passed over the heath +with a light step, for the thought of her bridal seemed to +give joy to her mother. ‘We shall all be happy then,’ said<span class="pagenum" id="Page_196">[196]</span> +the smiling girl, as the youth of her heart parted from her +hand for the night; ‘and heaven kindly grant that happiness +may last.’</p> + +<p>The time appointed for the marriage of Rachel Tudor +and Evan Edwards had long passed away, and winter had +set in with unusual sternness, even on that stormy coast, +when, during a land tempest, on a dark November afternoon, +a stranger to the country, journeying on foot, lost his +way in endeavouring to find a short route to his destination, +over stubble fields and meadow lands, by following the +footmarks of those who had preceded him. The stranger +was a young man, of a bright eye and a hardy look, and he +went on buffeting the elements, and buffeted by them, +without a thought of weariness or a single expression of +impatience. Night descended upon him as he walked, and +the snowstorm came down with unusual violence, as if to +try the temper of his mind, a mind cultivated and enlightened, +though cased in a frame accustomed to hardships, +and veiled by a plain, almost rustic exterior. The storm +roared loudly above him, the wind blowing tremendously, +raising the new-fallen snow from the earth, which mingling +with that which fell, raised a shroud about his head which +bewildered and blinded the traveller, who, finding himself +near some leafless brambles and a few clustered bushes of +the mountain broom, took shelter under them to recover his +senses and reconnoitre his position. ‘This storm cannot +last long,’ he mused, ‘and when it slackens I shall hope to +find my way to shelter and comfort.’ In this hope he was +not mistaken. The tempest abated, and, starting once +more on his journey, he saw some distance ahead what +looked like a white-washed cottage, standing solitary and +alone on the miserable heath which he was now traversing. +Full of hope of a shelter from the storm, and lit onwards by +a light that gleamed like a beacon from the cottage window, +the stranger trod cheerily forwards, and in less than half an +hour arrived at the white cottage, which, from the low wall +of loose lime-stones by which it was surrounded, he judged +to be, as he had already imagined, the humble residence of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_197">[197]</span> +some poor tenant of the manor. He opened the little gate, +and was proceeding to knock at the door, when his steps +were arrested by a singular and unexpected sound. It was +a choral burst of many voices, singing slowly and solemnly +that magnificent dirge of the Church of England, the 104th +Psalm. The stranger loved music, and the touching melody +of that beautiful air had an instant effect upon his feelings. +He lingered in solemn and silent admiration till the strains +had ceased; he then knocked gently at the door, which was +instantly and courteously opened to his inquiry.</p> + +<p>On entering, he found himself in a cottage of a more +respectable interior than from its outward appearance he +had been led to expect; but he had little leisure or inclination +for the survey of its effects, for his senses and imagination +were immediately and entirely occupied by the scene +which presented itself on his entrance. In the centre of the +room into which he had been so readily admitted stood, on +its trestles, an open coffin; lights were at its head and foot, +and on each side sat many persons of both sexes, who +appeared to be engaged in the customary ceremony of +watching the corpse previous to its interment in the morning. +There were many who appeared to the stranger to be +watchers, but there were but two who, in his eye, bore the +appearance of mourners, and they had faces of grief which +spoke too plainly of the anguish that was reigning within. +At the foot of the coffin was a pale youth just blooming into +manhood, who covered his eyes with trembling fingers that +ill-concealed the tears which trickled down his wan cheeks; +the other—but why should we again describe that still +unbowed and lofty form? The awful marble brow upon +which the stranger gazed was that of Ruth Tudor.</p> + +<p>There was much whispering and quiet talk among the +people while refreshments were handed to them; and so +little curiosity was excited by the appearance of the traveller +that he naturally concluded that it must be no common loss +that could deaden a feeling usually so intense in the bosoms +of Welsh peasants. He was even checked from an attempt +to question; but one man—he who had given him admittance,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_198">[198]</span> +and seemed to possess authority in the circle—informed +the traveller that he would answer his questions +when the guests should depart, but till then he must keep +silence. The traveller endeavoured to obey, and sat down +in quiet contemplation of the figure who most interested his +attention, and who sat at the coffin’s head. Ruth Tudor +spoke nothing, nor did she appear to heed aught of the +business that was passing around her. Absorbed by reflection, +her eyes were generally cast to the ground; but when +they were raised, the traveller looked in vain for that expression +of grief which had struck him so forcibly on his +entrance; there was something wonderfully strange in the +character of her perfect features. Could he have found +words for his thoughts, and might have been permitted the +expression, he would have called it triumphant despair, so +deeply agonised, so proudly stern, looked the mourner who +sat by the dead.</p> + +<p>The interest which the traveller took in the scene +became more intense the longer he gazed upon its action; +unable to resist the anxiety which had begun to prey upon +his spirit, he arose and walked towards the coffin, with the +purpose of contemplating its occupant. A sad explanation +was given, by its appearance, of the grief and the anguish +he had witnessed. A beautiful girl was reposing in the +narrow box, with a face as calm and lovely as if she was +sleeping a deep and refreshing sleep, and the morning sun +would again smile upon her awakening; salt, the emblem of +an immortal soul, was placed upon her breast; and in her pale +and perishing fingers a branch of living flowers were struggling +for life in the grasp of death, and diffusing their sweet and +gracious fragrance over the cold odour of mortality. These +images, so opposite, yet so alike, affected the spirit of the +gazer, and he almost wept as he continued looking upon +them, till he was aroused from his trance by the strange +conduct of Ruth Tudor, who had caught a glimpse of his +face as he bent in sorrow over the coffin. She sprang up +from her seat, and, darting at him a terrible glance of recognition,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_199">[199]</span> +pointed down to the corpse, and then, with a hollow +burst of frantic laughter, shouted:</p> + +<p>‘Behold, you double-dyed liar!’</p> + +<p>The startled stranger was relieved from the necessity +of speaking by someone taking his arm and gently leading +him to the farther end of the cottage. The eyes of Ruth +followed him, and it was not till he had done violence to +himself in turning from her to his conductor that he could +escape their singular fascination. When he did so, he +beheld a venerable man, the pastor of a distant village, who +had come that night to speak comfort to the mourners, and +perform the last sad duty to the dead on the morrow.</p> + +<p>‘Be not alarmed at what you have witnessed, my young +friend,’ said he; ‘these ravings are not uncommon. This +unhappy woman, at an early period of her life, gave ear to +the miserable superstitions of her country, and a wretched +pretender to wisdom predicted that she should become a +shedder of blood. Madness has been the inevitable consequence +in an ardent spirit, and in its ravings she dreams +she has committed one sin, and is still tempted to add to it +another.’</p> + +<p>‘You may say what you please, parson,’ said the old man +who had given admittance to the stranger, and who now, +after dismissing all the guests save the youth, joined the +talkers, and seated himself on the settle by their side. ‘You +may say what you please about madness and superstition, +but I know Ruth Tudor was a fated woman, and the deed +that was to be I believe she has done. Aye, aye, her madness +is conscience; and if the deep sea and the jagged rocks +could speak, they might tell us a tale of other things than +that. But she is judged now; her only child is gone—her +pretty Rachel. Poor Evan! he was her suitor. Ah! he +little thought two months ago, when he was preparing for +a gay bridal, that her slight sickness would end thus. He +does not deserve it; but for her—God forgive me if I do +her wrong, but I think it is the hand of God, and it lies +heavy, as it should.’ And the grey-haired old man hobbled<span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">[200]</span> +away, satisfied that in thus thinking he was showing his +zeal for virtue.</p> + +<p>‘Alas! that so white a head should acknowledge so hard +a heart!’ said the pastor. ‘Ruth is condemned, according +to his system, for committing that which a mightier hand +compelled her to do. How harsh and misjudging is age! +But we must not speak so loud,’ continued he; ‘for see, +the youth Evan is retiring for the night, and the miserable +mother has thrown herself on the floor to sleep. The sole +domestic is rocking on her stool, and therefore I will do the +honours of this poor cottage to you. There is a chamber +above this containing the only bed in the hut; thither you +may go and rest, for otherwise it will certainly be vacant +to-night. I shall find a bed in the village, and Evan sleeps +near you with some of the guests in the barn. But, before +I go, if my question be not unwelcome and intrusive, tell +me who you are, and whither you are bound.’</p> + +<p>‘I was ever somewhat of a subscriber to the old man’s +creed of fatalism,’ said the stranger, smiling, ‘and I believe +I am more confirmed in it by the singular events of this +day. My father was of a certain rank in society, but of +selfish and disorderly habits. A course of extravagance and +idleness was succeeded by difficulties and distress. Instead +of exertion, he had recourse to flight, and left us to face +the difficulties from which he shrunk. He was absent for +years, while his family toiled and struggled with success. +Suddenly we heard that he was concealed in this part of the +coast. The cause which made that concealment necessary +I forbear to mention; but he suddenly disappeared from +the eyes of men, though we never could trace him beyond +this part of the country. I have always believed that I +should one day find my father, and have lately, though with +difficulty, prevailed upon my mother to allow me to make +my residence in this neighbourhood. But my search is at +an end to-day. I believe that I have found my father. +Roaming along the beach, I penetrated into several of those +dark caverns. Through the fissures of one I discovered, in +the interior, a light. Surprised, I penetrated to its concealment,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">[201]</span> +and discovered a man sleeping on the ground. I advanced +to awake him, and found but a fleshless skeleton, +cased in tattered and decaying garments. He had probably +met his death by accident, for exactly over the corpse I +observed, at a great height, the daylight, as if streaming +down from an aperture above. Thus the wretched man +must have fallen, but how long since, or who had discovered +his body, and left the light which I beheld, I knew not, +though I cannot help cherishing a strong conviction that it +was the body of William Morgan that I saw.’</p> + +<p>‘Who talks of William Morgan?’ demanded a stern +voice near the coffin, ‘and of the cave where the outcast +rots?’ They turned quickly at the sound, and beheld Ruth +Tudor standing up, as if she had been intently listening to +the story.</p> + +<p>‘It was I who spoke,’ said the stranger, gently, ‘and I +spoke of my father—of William Morgan. I am Owen, his +son.’</p> + +<p>‘Son! Owen Morgan!’ said the bewildered Ruth, +passing her hand over her forehead, as if to enable her to +recover the combination of these names. ‘Why speak you +of living things as pertaining to the dead? Father! He +is father to nought save sin, and murder is his only begotten!’</p> + +<p>She advanced to the traveller as she spoke, and again +caught a view of his face. Again he saw the wild look of +recognition, and an unearthly shriek followed the convulsive +horror of her face. ‘There! there!’ she said, ‘I knew it +must be. Once before to-night have I beheld you. Yet +what can your coming bode? Back with you, ruffian, for +is not your dark work done!’</p> + +<p>‘Let us leave her,’ said the good pastor, ‘to the care of +her attendant. Do not continue to meet her gaze. Your +presence may increase, but cannot allay her malady. Go +up to your bed and rest.’</p> + +<p>He retired as he spoke, and Owen, in compliance with +his wish, ascended the rickety stair which led to his chamber, +after he had beheld Ruth Tudor quietly place herself in her<span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">[202]</span> +seat at the open coffin’s head. The room to which he +mounted was not of the most cheering aspect, yet he felt +he had often slept soundly in a worse. It was a gloomy, +unfinished chamber, and the wind was whistling coldly and +drearily through the uncovered rafters above his head. Like +many of the cottages in that part of the country, it appeared +to have grown old and ruinous before it had been finished, +for the flooring was so crazy as scarcely to support the huge +wooden bedstead, and in many instances the boards were +entirely separated from each other; and in the centre, time, +or the rot, had so completely devoured the larger half of +one that through the gaping aperture Owen had an entire +command of the room and the party below, looking down +immediately above the coffin. Ruth was in the same attitude +as when he left her. Owen threw himself upon his hard +couch, and endeavoured to compose himself to rest for the +night. His thoughts, however, still wandered to the events +of the day, and he felt there was some strange connection +between the scene he had just witnessed and the darker one +of the secret cave. He grew restless, and watched, and +amidst the tossings of impatient anxiety fatigue overpowered +him, and he sunk into a perturbed and heated sleep. His +slumber was broken by dreams that might well be the +shadows of his waking reveries. He was alone—as in +reality—upon his humble bed, when imagination brought +to his ear the sound of many voices again singing the slow +and monotonous psalm. It was interrupted by the outcries +of some unseen things who attempted to enter his chamber, +and, amid yells of fear and execrations of anger, bade him +‘Arise, and come forth, and aid.’ Then the coffined form +which slept so quietly below stood by his side, and, in beseeching +accents, bade him ‘Arise and save her.’ In his +sleep he attempted to spring up, but a horrid fear restrained +him, a fear that he should be too late. Then he crouched +like a coward beneath his coverings, to hide from the reproaches +of the spectre, while shouts of laughter and shrieks +of agony were poured like a tempest around him. He sprung +from his bed, and awoke.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">[203]</span>It was some moments before he could recover himself, +or shake off the horror which had seized upon his soul. He +listened, and with infinite satisfaction observed an unbroken +silence throughout the house. He smiled at his own +terrors, attributed them to the events of the day or the +presence of the corpse, and determined not to look down +into the lower room till he should be summoned thither in +the morning. He walked to the casement, and peered +through at the night. The clouds were many, black, and +lowering, and the face of the sky looked angry, while the +wind moaned with a strange and eerie sound. He turned +from the window, with the intention of again trying to +sleep, but the light from below attracted his eye, and he +could not pass the aperture without taking one glance at +the coffin and its lonely watcher.</p> + +<p>Ruth was earnestly gazing at the lower end of the room +upon something without the sight of Owen. His attention +was next fixed upon the corpse, and he thought he had +never seen any living thing so lovely; and so calm was the +aspect of her repose that it more resembled a temporary +suspension of the faculties than the eternal stupor of death. +Her features were pale, but not distorted, and there was +none of the livid hue of death in her beautiful mouth and +lips; but the flowers in her hand gave stronger demonstration +of the presence of the power before whose potency +their little strength was fading—drooping with a mortal +sickness, they bowed down their heads in submission, as one +by one they dropped from her pale and perishing fingers. +Owen gazed till he thought he saw the grasp of her hand +relapse, and a convulsive smile pass over her cold and +rigid features. He looked again. The eyelids shook and +vibrated like the string of some fine-strung instrument; +the hair rose, and the head cloth moved. He started up +ashamed.</p> + +<p>‘Does the madness of this woman affect all who would +sleep beneath her roof?’ he thought. ‘What is this that +disturbs me, or am I yet in a dream? Hark!’ he muttered +aloud, ‘What is that?’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">[204]</span>It was the voice of Ruth. She had risen from her seat, +and was standing near the coffin, apparently addressing someone +who stood at the lower end of the room.</p> + +<p>‘To what purpose is your coming now?’ she asked in +a low and melancholy voice, ‘and at what do you laugh and +gibe? Lo! behold. She is here, and the sin you know +of cannot be. How can I take the life which another has +already withdrawn? Go, go, hence, to your cave of night, +for this is no place of safety for you.’ Her thoughts now +took another turn. She seemed as if trying to hide someone +from the pursuit of others. ‘Lie still! Lie still!’ +she whispered. ‘Put out your light! So, so, they pass +by, and do not see you. You are safe; good-night, good-night. +Now will I home to sleep,’ and she seated herself +in her chair, as if composing her senses to rest.</p> + +<p>Owen was again bewildered in the chaos of thought, +but for the time he determined to subdue his imagination, +and, throwing himself upon his bed, again gave himself up +to sleep. But the images of his former dreams still haunted +him, and their hideous phantasms were more powerfully +renewed. Again he heard the solemn psalm of death, but +unsung by mortals. It was pealed through earth up to the +high heaven by myriads of the viewless and the mighty. +Again he heard the execrations of millions for some unremembered +sin, and the wrath and hatred of a world was +rushing upon him.</p> + +<p>‘Come forth! Come forth!’ was the cry, and amid yells +and howls they were darting upon him, when the pale form +of the beautiful dead arose between them and shielded him +from their malice. But he heard her say aloud:</p> + +<p>‘It is for this that thou wilt not save me. Arise, arise, +and help!’</p> + +<p>He sprang up as he was commanded. Sleeping or +waking he never knew, but he started from his bed to look +down into the chamber, as he heard the voice of Ruth loud +in terrific denunciation. He looked. She was standing, +uttering yells of madness and rage, and close to her was a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">[205]</span> +well-known form of appalling recollection—his father, as he +had seen him last. He darted to the door.</p> + +<p>‘I am mad!’ said he. ‘I am surely mad, or this is +still a continuation of my dream.’</p> + +<p>Some strange and unholy fascination drew him back +again to the aperture, and he looked down once more. Ruth +was still there, though alone.</p> + +<p>But though no visible form stood by the maniac, some +fiend had entered her soul and mastered her spirit. She +had armed herself with an axe, and, shouting:</p> + +<p>‘Liar! liar! hence!’ pursued an imaginary foe to the +darker side of the cottage. Owen strove hard to trace her +motions, but as she had retreated to the space occupied by +his bed he could no longer see her, and his eyes involuntarily +fastened themselves upon the coffin. There a new +horror met them. The corpse had risen, and with wild and +glaring eyes was watching the scene before her. Owen +distrusted his senses till he heard the terrific voice of Ruth, +as she marked the miracle he had witnessed.</p> + +<p>‘The fiend, the robber!’ she yelled, ‘it is he who hath +entered the pure body of my child. Back to your cave of +blood, you lost one! Back to your own dark hell!’</p> + +<p>Owen flew to the door. It was too late. He heard +the shriek, the blow. He rushed into the room, but only in +time to hear the second blow, and see the cleft head of the +hapless Rachel fall back upon its bloody pillow. His +terrible cries brought in the sleepers from the barn, headed +by the wretched Evan, and for a time the roar of the storm +was drowned in the clamorous grief of those present. No +one dared to approach the miserable Ruth, who now, in +utter frenzy, strode round the room, brandishing, with +diabolical laughter, the bloody axe. Then she broke into +a wild song of triumph and fierce joy. All fell back, +appalled with horror, and the wild screeching of the wind +was like the exultant cry of the damned. Then an extraordinary +thing happened—a blinding flash of lightning, as if +the heavens themselves had burst into flame, illuminated<span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">[206]</span> +every nook and cranny, and imparted an awful, ghastly, +and weird effect to the dramatic scene. In a few seconds +the lightning was followed by a terrific peal of thunder. +The house seemed to rock to its foundations. The inmates +were blinded and stunned, and, moved by some strange impulse, +they all fell upon their knees and murmured a prayer. +Presently, as their self-possession returned, they rose one by +one, and then a feeling of unutterable horror held them spell +bound. Ruth Tudor lay stretched upon the floor, half of +her body under the coffin, her face distorted and horrible, +while hanging half out of the coffin was the now dead body +of her resuscitated daughter, a stream of hot blood flowing +from an awful wound in the skull. Ruth Tudor was also +stone dead, and in her hand she still grasped the axe with +which she had battered out the life of her child, who had +awakened from a trance to meet death at the hands of her +maniac mother.</p> + +<p>The predictions of William Morgan had been literally +fulfilled.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">[207]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">XI<br> + +A NIGHT OF HORROR</h2> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p class="right">‘Bleak Hill Castle.</p> + +<p>‘<span class="smcap">My dear old Chum</span>,—Before you leave England for +the East I claim the redemption of a promise you made to +me some time ago that you would give me the pleasure of +a week or two of your company. Besides, as you may have +already guessed, I have given up the folly of my bachelor +days, and have taken unto myself the sweetest, dearest little +woman that ever walked the face of the earth. We have +been married just six months, and are as happy as the day is +long. And then, this place is entirely after your own heart. +It will excite all your artistic faculties, and appeal with +irresistible force to your romantic nature. To call the +building a castle is somewhat pretentious, but I believe it +has been known as the Castle ever since it was built, more +than two hundred years ago. Hester—need I say that +Hester is my better half!—is just delighted with it, and if +either of us was in the least degree superstitious, we might +see or hear ghosts every hour of the day. Of course, as +becomes a castle, we have a haunted room, though my own +impression is that it is haunted by nothing more fearsome +than rats. Anyway, it is such a picturesque, curious sort of +chamber that if it hasn’t a ghost it ought to have. But I +have no doubt, old chap, that you will make one of us, for, +as I remember, you have always had a love for the eerie and +creepy, and you cannot forget how angry you used to get +with me sometimes for chaffing you about your avowed +belief in the occult and supernatural, and what you were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">[208]</span> +pleased to term the “unexplainable phenomena of psychomancy.” +However, it is possible you have got over some of +the errors of your youth; but whether or not, come down, +dear boy, and rest assured that you will meet with the +heartiest of welcomes.</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="indentright">‘Your old pal,</span><br> + +‘<span class="smcap">Dick Dirckman</span>.’</p> +</div> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>The above letter was from my old friend and college +chum, who, having inherited a substantial fortune, and being +passionately fond of the country and country pursuits, had +thus the means of gratifying his tastes to their fullest bent. +Although Dick and I were very differently constituted, we +had always been greatly attached to each other. In the +best sense of the term he was what is generally called a +hard-headed, practical man. He was fond of saying he +never believed in anything he couldn’t see, and even that +which he could see he was not prepared to accept as truth +without due investigation. In short, Dick was neither +romantic, poetical, nor, I am afraid, artistic, in the literal +sense. He preferred facts to fancies, and was possessed of +what the world generally calls ‘an unimpressionable nature.’ +For nearly four years I had lost sight of my friend, as I had +been wandering about Europe as tutor and companion to a +delicate young nobleman. His death had set me free; but +I had no sooner returned to England than I was offered +and accepted a lucrative appointment in the service of his +Highness the Nyzam of Chundlepore, in Northern India, +and there was every probability of my being absent for a +number of years.</p> + +<p>On returning home I had written to Dick to the +chambers he had formerly occupied, telling him of my +appointment, and expressing a fear that unless we could +snatch a day or two in town I might not be able to see +him, as I had so many things to do. It was true I had +promised that when opportunity occurred I should do myself +the pleasure of accepting his oft-proffered hospitality, which +I knew to be lavish and generous. I had not heard of his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">[209]</span> +marriage; his letter gave me the first intimation of that +fact, and I confess that when I got his missive I experienced +some curiosity to know the kind of lady he had succeeded in +captivating. I had always had an idea that Dick was cut +out for a bachelor, for there was nothing of the ladies’ man +about him, and he used at one time to speak of the gentler +sex with a certain levity and brusqueness of manner that by +no means found favour with the majority of his friends. +And now Dick was actually married, and living in a remote +region, where most town-bred people would die of ennui.</p> + +<p>It will be gathered from the foregoing remarks that I +did not hesitate about accepting Dick’s cordial invitation. I +determined to spare a few days at least of my somewhat +limited time, and duly notified Dick to that effect, giving +him the date of my departure from London, and the hour +at which I should arrive at the station nearest to his +residence.</p> + +<p>Bleak Hill Castle was situated in one of the most +picturesque parts of Wales; consequently, on the day +appointed I found myself comfortably ensconsed in a smoking +carriage of a London and North-Western train. And +towards the close of the day—the time of the year was May—I +was the sole passenger to alight at the wayside station, +where Dick awaited me with a smart dog-cart. His greeting +was hearty and robust, and when his man had packed in my +traps he gave the handsome little mare that drew the cart +the reins, and we spanked along the country roads in rare +style. Dick always prided himself on his knowledge of +horseflesh, and with a sense of keen satisfaction he drew my +attention to the points of the skittish little mare which +bowled along as if we had been merely featherweights.</p> + +<p>A drive of eight miles through the bracing Welsh air +so sharpened our appetites that the smell of dinner was +peculiarly welcome; and telling me to make a hurried +toilet, as his cook would not risk her reputation by keeping +a dinner waiting, Dick handed me over to the guidance of +a natty chambermaid. As it was dark when we arrived I +had no opportunity of observing the external characteristics<span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">[210]</span> +of Bleak Hill Castle; but there was nothing in the interior +that suggested bleakness. Warmth, comfort, light, held +forth promise of carnal delights.</p> + +<p>Following my guide up a broad flight of stairs, and along +a lofty and echoing corridor, I found myself in a large and +comfortably-furnished bedroom. A bright wood fire burned +upon the hearthstone, for although it was May the temperature +was still very low on the Welsh hills. Hastily +changing my clothes, I made my way to the dining-room, +where Mrs. Dirckman emphasised the welcome her husband +had already given me. She was an exceedingly pretty and +rather delicate-looking little woman, in striking contrast to +her great, bluff, burly husband. A few neighbours had been +gathered together to meet me, and we sat down, a dozen +all told, to a dinner that from a gastronomic point of view +left nothing to be desired. The viands were appetising, the +wines perfect, and all the appointments were in perfect +consonance with the good things that were placed before us.</p> + +<p>It was perhaps natural, when the coffee and cigar stage +had arrived, that conversation should turn upon our host’s +residence, by way of affording me—a stranger to the +district—some information. Of course, the information +was conveyed to me in a scrappy way, but I gathered in +substance that Bleak Hill Castle had originally belonged to +a Welsh family, which was chiefly distinguished by the +extravagance and gambling propensities of its male members. +It had gone through some exciting times, and numerous +strange and startling stories had come to centre round it. +There were stories of wrong, and shame, and death, and +more than a suggestion of dark crimes. One of these +stories turned upon the mysterious disappearance of the +wife and daughter of a young scion of the house, whose +career had been somewhat shady. His wife was considerably +older than he, and it was generally supposed that he +had married her for money. His daughter, a girl of about +twelve, was an epileptic patient, while the husband and +father was a gloomy, disappointed man. Suddenly the wife +and daughter disappeared. At first no surprise was felt;<span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">[211]</span> +but, then, some curiosity was expressed to know where they +had gone to; and curiosity led to wonderment, and wonderment +to rumour—for people will gossip, especially in a +country district. Of course, Mr. Greeta Jones, the +husband, had to submit to much questioning as to where his +wife and child were staying. But being sullen and morose of +temperament he contented himself by brusquely and tersely +saying, ‘They had gone to London.’ But as no one had +seen them go, and no one had heard of their going, the +statement was accepted as a perversion of fact. Nevertheless, +incredible as it may seem, no one thought it worth his while +to insist upon an investigation, and a few weeks later Mr. +Greeta Jones himself went away—and to London, as was +placed beyond doubt. For a long time Bleak Hill Castle +was shut up, and throughout the country side it began to be +whispered that sights and sounds had been seen and heard at +the castle which were suggestive of things unnatural, and +soon it became a crystallised belief in men’s minds that the +place was haunted.</p> + +<p>On the principle of giving a dog a bad name you have +only to couple ghosts with the name of an old country +residence like this castle for it to fall into disfavour, and to +be generally shunned. As might have been expected in such +a region the castle <i>was</i> shunned; no tenant could be found +for it. It was allowed to go to ruin, and for a long time +was the haunt of smugglers. They were cleared out in the +process of time, and at last hard-headed, practical Dick +Dirckman heard of the place through a London agent, went +down to see it, took a fancy to it, bought it for an old song, +and, having taste and money, he soon converted the half-ruined +building into a country gentleman’s home, and thither +he carried his bride.</p> + +<p>Such was the history of Bleak Hill Castle as I gathered +it in outline during the post-prandial chat on that memorable +evening.</p> + +<p>On the following day I found the place all that my host +had described it in his letter to me. Its situation was +beautiful in the extreme; and there wasn’t one of its<span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">[212]</span> +windows that didn’t command a magnificent view of landscape +and sea. He and I rambled about the house, he evinced +a keen delight in showing me every nook and corner, in +expatiating on the beauties of the locality generally, and of +the advantages of his dwelling-place in particular. Why he +reserved taking me to the so-called haunted chamber until +the last I never have known; but so it was; and as he +threw open the heavy door and ushered me into the apartment +he smiled ironically and remarked:</p> + +<p>‘Well, old man, this is the ghost’s den; and as I consider +that a country mansion of this kind should, in the +interests of all tradition and of fiction writers, who, under +the guise of truth, lie like Ananias, have its haunted room, I +have let this place go untouched, except that I have made it a +sort of lumber closet for some antique and mouldering old +furniture which I picked up a bargain in Wardour Street, +London. But I needn’t tell you that I regard the ghost +stories as rot.’</p> + +<p>I did not reply to my friend at once, for the room +absorbed my attention. It was unquestionably the largest of +the bedrooms in the house, and, while in keeping with the +rest of the house, had characteristics of its own. The walls +were panelled with dark oak, the floor was oak, polished. +There was a deep V-shaped bay, formed by an angle of the +castle, and in each side of the bay was a diamond-paned +window, and under each window an oak seat, which was also +a chest with an ancient iron lock. A large wooden bedstead +with massive hangings stood in one corner, and the rest +of the furniture was of a very nondescript character, and +calls for no special mention. In a word, the room was +picturesque, and to me it at once suggested the <i>mise-en-scène</i> +for all sorts of dramatic situations of a weird and eerie +character. I ought to add that there was a very large fireplace +with a most capacious hearthstone, on which stood a +pair of ponderous and rusty steel dogs. Finally, the window +commanded superb views, and altogether my fancy was +pleased, and my artistic susceptibilities appealed to in an +irresistible manner, so that I replied to my friend thus:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">[213]</span>‘I like this room, Dick, awfully. Let me occupy it, +will you?’</p> + +<p>He laughed.</p> + +<p>‘Well, upon my word, you are an eccentric fellow to +want to give up the comfortable den which I have assigned +to you for this mouldy, draughty, dingy old lumber room. +However’—here he shrugged his shoulders—‘there is no +accounting for tastes, and as this is liberty hall, my friends do +as they like; so I’ll tell the servants to put the bed in order, +light a fire, and cart your traps from the other room.’</p> + +<p>I was glad I had carried my point, for I frankly confess +to having romantic tendencies. I was fond of old things, +old stories and legends, old furniture, and anything that was +removed above the dull level of commonplaceness. This +room, in a certain sense, was unique, and I was charmed +with it.</p> + +<p>When pretty little Mrs. Dirckman heard of the arrangements +she said, with a laugh that did not conceal a certain +nervousness, ‘I am sorry you are going to sleep in that +wretched room. It always makes me shudder, for it seems +so uncomfortable. Besides, you know, although Dick laughs +at me and calls me a little goose, I am inclined to believe +there may be some foundation for the current stories. Anyway, +I wouldn’t sleep in the room for a crown of gold. I do +hope you will be comfortable, and not be frightened to death +or into insanity by gruesome apparitions.’</p> + +<p>I hastened to assure my hostess that I should be comfortable +enough, while as for apparitions, I was not likely to be +frightened by them.</p> + +<p>The rest of the day was spent in exploring the country +round about, and after a <i>recherché</i> dinner Dick and I played +billiards until one o’clock, and then, having drained a final +‘peg,’ I retired to rest. When I reached the haunted +chamber I found that much had been done to give an air +of cheerfulness and comfort to the place. Some rugs had +been laid about the floor, a modern chair or two introduced, +a wood fire blazed on the hearth. On a little ‘occasional +table’ that stood near the fire was a silver jug, filled with<span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">[214]</span> +hot water, and an antique decanter containing spirits, together +with lemon and sugar, in case I wanted a final brew. +I could not but feel grateful for my host and hostess’s +thoughtfulness, and, having donned my dressing-gown and +slippers, I drew a chair within the radius of the wood fire’s +glow, and proceeded to fill my pipe for a few whiffs previous +to tumbling into bed. This was a habit of mine—a habit +of years and years of growth, and, while perhaps an objectionable +one in some respects, it afforded me solace and conduced +to restful sleep. So I lit my pipe, and fell to pondering +and trying to see if I could draw any suggestiveness as to +my future from the glowing embers. Suddenly a remarkable +thing happened. My pipe was drawn gently from my +lips and laid upon the table, and at the same moment I heard +what seemed to me to be a sigh. For a moment or two I +felt confused, and wondered whether I was awake or dreaming. +But there was the pipe on the table, and I could have +taken the most solemn oath that to the best of my belief it +had been placed there by unseen hands.</p> + +<p>My feelings, as may be imagined, were peculiar. It was +the first time in my life that I had ever been the subject of +a phenomenon which was capable of being attributed to +supernatural agency. After a little reflection, and some +reasoning with myself, however, I tried to believe that my +own senses had made a fool of me, and that in a half-somnolent +and dreamy condition I had removed the pipe +myself, and placed it on the table. Having come to this +conclusion I divested myself of my clothing, extinguished +the two tall candles, and jumped into bed. Although +usually a good sleeper, I did not go to sleep at once, as +was my wont, but lay thinking of many things, and mingling +with my changing thoughts was a low, monotonous +undertone—nature’s symphony—of booming sea on the +distant beach, and a bass piping—rising occasionally to a +shrill and weird upper note—of the wind. From its +situation the house was exposed to every wind that blew, +hence its name ‘Bleak Hill Castle,’ and probably a south-east +gale would have made itself felt to an uncomfortable<span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">[215]</span> +degree in this room, which was in the south-east angle of +the building. But now the booming sea and wind had a +lullaby effect, and my nerves sinking into restful repose I +fell asleep. How long I slept I do not know, and never +shall know; but I awoke suddenly, and with a start, for it +seemed as if a stream of ice-cold water was pouring over +my face. With an impulse of indefinable alarm I sprang +up in bed, and then a strange, awful, ghastly sight met my +view.</p> + +<p>I don’t know that I could be described as a nervous man +in any sense of the word. Indeed, I think I may claim to +be freer from nerves than the average man, nor would my +worst enemy, if he had a regard for truth, accuse me of +lacking courage. And yet I confess here, frankly, that the +sight I gazed upon appalled me. Yet was I fascinated with +a horrible fascination, that rendered it impossible for me to +turn my eyes away. I seemed bound by some strange +weird spell. My limbs appeared to have grown rigid; +there was a sense of burning in my eyes; my mouth was +parched and dry; my tongue swollen, so it seemed. Of +course, these were mere sensations, but they were sensations +I never wish to experience again. They were sensations +that tested my sanity. And the sight that held me in +the thrall was truly calculated to test the nerves of the +strongest.</p> + +<p>There, in mid-air, between floor and ceiling, surrounded +or made visible by a trembling, nebulous light, that was +weird beyond the power of any words to describe, was the +head and bust of a woman. The face was paralysed into +an unutterably awful expression of stony horror; the long +black hair was tangled and dishevelled, and the eyes appeared +to be bulging from the head. But this was not all. Two +ghostly hands were visible. The fingers of one were twined +savagely in the black hair, and the other grasped a long-bladed +knife, and with it hacked, and gashed, and tore, and +stabbed at the bare white throat of the woman, and the +blood gushed forth from the jagged wounds, reddening the +spectre hand and flowing in one continuous stream to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">[216]</span> +the oak floor, where I heard it drip, drip, drip until my +brain seemed as if it would burst, and I felt as if I was +going raving mad. Then I saw with my strained eyes the +unmistakable sign of death pass over the woman’s face; and +next, the devilish hands flung the mangled remnants away, +and I <i>heard</i> a low chuckle of satisfaction—heard, I say, and +swear it, as plainly as I have ever heard anything in this +world. The light had faded; the vision of crime and death +had gone, and yet the spell held me. Although the night +was cold, I believe I was bathed in perspiration. I think I +tried to cry out—nay, I am sure I did—but no sound came +from my burning, parched lips; my tongue refused utterance; +it clove to the roof of my mouth. Could I have +moved so much as a joint of my little finger, I could have +broken the spell; at least, such was the idea that occupied +my half-stunned brain. It was a nightmare of waking +horror, and I shudder now, and shrink within myself as I +recall it all. But the revelation—for revelation it was—had +not yet reached its final stage. Out of the darkness was +once more evolved a faint, phosphorescent glow, and in the +midst of it appeared the dead body of a beautiful girl with +the throat all gashed and bleeding, the red blood flowing +in a crimson flood over her night-robe, which only partially +concealed her young limbs; and the cruel, spectral hands, +dyed with her blood, appeared again, and grasped her, and +lifted her, and bore her along. Then that vision faded, and +a third appeared. This time I seemed to be looking into a +gloomy, damp, arched cave or cellar, and the horror that +froze me was intensified as I saw the hands busy preparing a +hole in the wall at one end of the cave; and presently they +lifted two bodies—the body of the woman, and the body of +the young girl—all gory and besmirched; and the hands +crushed them into the hole in the wall, and then proceeded +to brick them up.</p> + +<p>All these things I saw as I have described them, and this +I solemnly swear to be the truth as I hope for mercy at the +Supreme Judgment.</p> + +<p>It was a vision of crime; a vision of merciless, pitiless,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span> +damnable murder. How long it all lasted I don’t know. +Science has told us that dreams which seem to embrace a +long series of years, last but seconds; and in the few +moments of consciousness that remain to the drowning man +his life’s scroll is unrolled before his eyes. This vision of +mine, therefore, may only have lasted seconds, but it seemed +to me hours, years, nay, an eternity. With that final stage +in the ghostly drama of blood and death, the spell was broken, +and flinging my arms wildly about, I know that I uttered a +great cry as I sprang up in bed.</p> + +<p>‘Have I been in the throes of a ghastly nightmare?’ I +asked myself.</p> + +<p>Every detail of the horrific vision I recalled, and yet +somehow it seemed to me that I had been the victim of a +hideous nightmare. I felt ill; strangely ill. I was wet and +clammy with perspiration, and nervous to a degree that I +had never before experienced in my existence. Nevertheless, +I noted everything distinctly. On the hearthstone +there was still a mass of glowing red embers. I heard the +distant booming of the sea, and round the house the wind +moaned with a peculiar, eerie, creepy sound.</p> + +<p>Suddenly I sprang from the bed, impelled thereto by an +impulse I was bound to obey, and by the same impulse I +was drawn towards the door. I laid my hand on the +handle. I turned it, opened the door, and gazed into the +long dark corridor. A sigh fell upon my ears. An unmistakable +human sigh, in which was expressed an intensity of +suffering and sorrow that thrilled me to the heart. I +shrank back, and was about to close the door, when out of +the darkness was evolved the glowing figure of a woman +clad in blood-stained garments and with dishevelled hair. +She turned her white corpse-like face towards me, and her +eyes pleaded with a pleading that was irresistible, while she +pointed the index finger of her left hand downwards, and +then beckoned me. Then I followed whither she led. I +could no more resist than the unrestrained needle can resist +the attracting magnet. Clad only in my night apparel, and +with bare feet and legs, I followed the spectre along the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">[218]</span> +corridor, down the broad oak stairs, traversing another +passage to the rear of the building until I found myself +standing before a heavy barred door. At that moment the +spectre vanished, and I retraced my steps like one who +walked in a dream. I got back to my bedroom, but how I +don’t quite know; nor have I any recollection of getting +into bed. Hours afterwards I awoke. It was broad daylight. +The horror of the night came back to me with +overwhelming force, and made me faint and ill. I +managed, however, to struggle through with my toilet, and +hurried from that haunted room. It was a beautifully fine +morning. The sun was shining brightly, and the birds +carolled blithely in every tree and bush. I strolled out on +to the lawn, and paced up and down. I was strangely +agitated, and asked myself over and over again if what I had +seen or dreamed about had any significance.</p> + +<p>Presently my host came out. He visibly started as he +saw me.</p> + +<p>‘Hullo, old chap. What’s the matter with you?’ he +exclaimed. ‘You look jolly queer; as though you had +been having a bad night of it.’</p> + +<p>‘I have had a bad night.’</p> + +<p>His manner became more serious and grave.</p> + +<p>‘What—seen anything?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes.’</p> + +<p>‘The deuce! You don’t mean it, really!’</p> + +<p>‘Indeed I do. I have gone through a night of horror +such as I could not live through again. But let us have +breakfast first, and then I will try and make you understand +what I have suffered, and you shall judge for yourself +whether any significance is to be attached to my dream, or +whatever you like to call it.’</p> + +<p>We walked, without speaking, into the breakfast room, +where my charming hostess greeted me cordially; but she, +like her husband, noticed my changed appearance, and expressed +alarm and anxiety. I reassured her by saying I had +had a rather restless night, and didn’t feel particularly well, +but that it was a mere passing ailment. I was unable to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">[219]</span> +partake of much breakfast, and both my good friend and his +wife again showed some anxiety, and pressed me to state +the cause of my distress. As I could not see any good +cause that was to be gained by concealment, and even at +the risk of being laughed at by my host, I recounted the +experience I had gone through during the night of terror.</p> + +<p>So far from my host showing any disposition to ridicule +me, as I quite expected he would have done, he became +unusually thoughtful, and presently said:</p> + +<p>‘Either this is a wild phantasy of your own brain, or +there is something in it. The door that the ghost of the +woman led you to is situated on the top of a flight of stone +steps, leading to a vault below the building, which I have +never used, and have never even had the curiosity to enter, +though I did once go to the bottom of the steps; but the +place was so exceedingly suggestive of a tomb that I mentally +exclaimed, “I’ve no use for this dungeon,” and so I shut it +up, bolted and barred the door, and have never opened it +since.’</p> + +<p>I answered that the time had come when he must once +more descend into that cellar or vault, whatever it was. +He asked me if I would accompany him, and, of course, I +said I would. So he summoned his head gardener, and +after much searching about, the key of the door was found; +but even then the door was only opened with difficulty, as +lock and key alike were foul with rust.</p> + +<p>As we descended the slimy, slippery stone steps, each of +us carrying a candle, a rank, mouldy smell greeted us, and +a cold noisome atmosphere pervaded the place. The steps +led into a huge vault, that apparently extended under the +greater part of the building. The roof was arched, and +was supported by brick pillars. The floor was the natural +earth, and was soft and oozy. The miasma was almost +overpowering, notwithstanding that there were ventilating +slits in the wall in various places.</p> + +<p>We proceeded to explore this vast cellar, and found that +there was an air shaft which apparently communicated with +the roof of the house; but it was choked with rubbish, old<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">[220]</span> +boxes, and the like. The gardener cleared this away, and +then, looking up, we could see the blue sky overhead.</p> + +<p>Continuing our exploration, we noted that in a recess +formed by the angle of the walls was a quantity of bricks +and mortar. Under other circumstances this would not, +perhaps, have aroused our curiosity or suspicions. But in +this instance it did; and we examined the wall thereabouts +with painful interest, until the conviction was forced upon +us that a space of over a yard in width, and extending from +floor to roof, had recently been filled in. I was drawn +towards the new brickwork by some subtle magic, some +weird fascination. I examined it with an eager, critical, +curious interest, and the thoughts that passed through my +brain were reflected in the faces of my companions. We +looked at each other, and each knew by some unexplainable +instinct what was passing in his fellow’s mind.</p> + +<p>‘It seems to me we are face to face with some mystery,’ +remarked Dick, solemnly. Indeed, throughout all the +years I had known him I had never before seen him so +serious. Usually his expression was that of good-humoured +cynicism, but now he might have been a judge about to +pronounce the doom of death on a red-handed sinner.</p> + +<p>‘Yes,’ I answered, ‘there is a mystery, unless I have +been tricked by my own fancy.’</p> + +<p>‘Umph! it is strange,’ muttered Dick to himself.</p> + +<p>‘Well, sir,’ chimed in the gardener, ‘you know there +have been some precious queer stories going about for a long +time. And before you come and took the place plenty of +folks round about used to say they’d seen some uncanny +sights. I never had no faith in them stories myself; but, +after all, maybe there’s truth in ’em.’</p> + +<p>Dick picked up half a brick and began to tap the wall +with it where the new work was, and the taps gave forth a +hollow sound, quite different from the sound produced when +the other parts of the wall were struck.</p> + +<p>‘I say, old chap,’ exclaimed my host, with a sorry +attempt at a smile, ‘upon my word, I begin to experience a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">[221]</span> +sort of uncanny kind of feeling. I’ll be hanged if I am not +getting as superstitious as you are.’</p> + +<p>‘You may call me superstitious if you like, but either I +have seen what I have seen, or my senses have played the +fool with me. Anyway, let us put it to the test.’</p> + +<p>‘How?’</p> + +<p>‘By breaking away some of that new brickwork.’</p> + +<p>Dick laughed a laugh that wasn’t a laugh, as he asked:</p> + +<p>‘What do you expect to find?’ I hesitated what to +say, and he added the answer himself—‘Mouldering bones, +if your ghostly visitor hasn’t deceived you.’</p> + +<p>‘Mouldering bones!’ I echoed involuntarily.</p> + +<p>‘Gardener, have you got a crowbar amongst your tools?’ +Dick asked.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, sir.’</p> + +<p>‘Go up and get it.’</p> + +<p>The man obeyed the command.</p> + +<p>‘This is a strange sort of business altogether,’ Dick +continued, after glancing round the vast and gloomy cellar. +‘But, upon my word, to tell you the truth, I’m half ashamed +of myself for yielding to anything like superstition. It +strikes me that you’ll find you are the victim of a trick of +the imagination, and that these bogey fancies of yours have +placed us in rather a ridiculous position.’</p> + +<p>In answer to this I could not possibly resist reminding +Dick that even scientists admitted that there were certain +phenomena—they called them ‘natural phenomena’—that +could not be accounted for by ordinary laws.</p> + +<p>Dick shrugged his shoulders and remarked with assumed +indifference:</p> + +<p>‘Perhaps—perhaps it is so.’ He proceeded to fill his +pipe with tobacco, and having lit it he smoked with a nervous +energy quite unusual with him.</p> + +<p>The gardener was only away about ten minutes, but it +seemed infinitely longer. He brought both a pickaxe and a +crowbar with him, and in obedience to his master’s orders +he commenced to hack at the wall. A brick was soon +dislodged. Then the crowbar was inserted in the hole, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">[222]</span> +a mass prized out. From the opening came forth a sickening +odour, so that we all drew back instinctively, and I am sure +we all shuddered, and I saw the pipe fall from Dick’s lips; +but he snatched it up quickly and puffed at it vigorously +until a cloud of smoke hung in the fœtid and stagnant air. +Then, picking up a candle from the ground, where it had +been placed, he approached the hole, holding the candle in +such a position that its rays were thrown into the opening. +In a few moments he started back with an exclamation:</p> + +<p>‘My God! the ghost hasn’t lied,’ he said, and I noticed +that his face paled. I peered into the hole and so did the +gardener, and we both drew back with a start, for sure +enough in that recess were decaying human remains.</p> + +<p>‘This awful business must be investigated,’ said Dick. +‘Come, let us go.’</p> + +<p>We needed no second bidding. We were only too glad +to quit that place of horror, and get into the fresh air and +bright sunlight. We verily felt that we had come up out of +a tomb, and we knew that once more the adage, ‘Murder +will out,’ had proved true.</p> + +<p>Half an hour later Dick and I were driving to the +nearest town to lay information of the awful discovery we +had made, and the subsequent search carried out by the +police brought two skeletons to light. Critical medical +examination left not the shadow of a doubt that they were +the remains of a woman and a girl, and each had been +brutally murdered. Of course it became necessary to hold +an inquest, and the police set to work to collect evidence as +to the identity of the bodies hidden in the recess in the wall.</p> + +<p>Naturally all the stories which had been current for so +many years throughout the country were revived, and the +gossips were busy in retailing all they had heard, with many +additions of their own, of course. But the chief topic was +that of the strange disappearance of the wife and daughter of +the once owner of the castle, Greeta Jones. This story had +been touched upon the previous night, during the after-dinner +chat in my host’s smoking room. Morgan, as was +remembered, had gambled his fortune away, and married a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">[223]</span> +lady much older than himself, who bore him a daughter +who was subject to epileptic fits. When this girl was about +twelve she and her mother disappeared from the neighbourhood, +and, according to the husband’s account, they had +gone to London.</p> + +<p>Then he left, and people troubled themselves no more +about him and his belongings.</p> + +<p>A quarter of a century had passed since that period, and +Bleak Hill Castle had gone through many vicissitudes until +it fell into the hands of my friend Dick Dirckman. The +more the history of Greeta Jones was gone into the more it +was made clear that the remains which had been bricked up +in the cellar were those of his wife and daughter. That +the unfortunate girl and woman had been brutally and +barbarously murdered there wasn’t a doubt. The question +was, who murdered them? After leaving Wales Greeta +Jones—as was brought to light—led a wild life in London. +One night, while in a state of intoxication, he was knocked +down by a cab, and so seriously injured that he died while +being carried to the hospital; and with him his secret, for +could there be any reasonable doubt that, even if he was not +the actual murderer, he had connived at the crime. But +there was reason to believe that he killed his wife and child +with his own hand, and that with the aid of a navvy, whose +services he bought, he bricked the bodies up in the cellar. +It was remembered that a navvy named Howell Williams had +been in the habit of going to the castle frequently, and that +suddenly he became possessed of what was, for him, a considerable +sum of money. For several weeks he drank hard; +then, being a single man, he packed up his few belongings +and gave out that he was going to California, and all efforts +to trace him failed.</p> + +<p>So much for this ghastly crime. As to the circumstances +that led to its discovery, it was curious that I should +have been selected as the medium for bringing it to light. +Why it should have been so I cannot and do not pretend to +explain. I have recorded facts as they occurred; I leave +others to solve the mystery.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span>It was not a matter for surprise that Mrs. Dirckman +should have been deeply affected by the terrible discovery, +and she declared to her husband that if she were to remain +at the castle she would either go mad or die. And so poor +Dick, who was devoted to his charming little wife, got out +as soon as he could, and once more Bleak Hill Castle fell +into neglect and ultimate ruin, until at last it was razed to +the ground and modern buildings reared on its site. As for +myself, that night of horror I endured under Dick’s roof +affected me to such an extent that my hair became prematurely +grey, and even now, when I think of the agony I +endured, I shudder with an indefinable sense of fear.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">[225]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">XII<br> + +THE ASTROLOGER</h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> Black Forest is rich in story and tradition of a weird +and thrilling kind, but nothing can excel in ghastly horror +that which is told of the sole heir of the once illustrious +family of Di Venoni. For generations this family had held +tyrannical sway over the district. Their power was +tremendous; their word was law; they ruled with a hand +of iron, and the peasants were their slaves. They were +exceedingly wealthy. Their men were said to be brave, +their women beautiful. But, as seems to be the fate of all +powerful families sooner or later, they began to decay. +The fatuous habit of intermarrying produced the usual +result, and the curse of insanity fell upon them. Many +were the tragedies that this led to; and the time came at +last when there was but one sole remaining male representative. +This was a youth, handsome and well proportioned, +but of eccentric habits, and occasionally displaying those +fatal signs which were only too well known. Nevertheless, +it was believed that Reginald Di Venoni might escape the +curse. The best medical advice was sought, and the opinion +was that the chances were strongly in his favour, and he +would escape.</p> + +<p>Reginald was brought up under the care of his mother, +who had been left a widow for some years. She was a +haughty, austere, proud, and disdainful lady, who guarded +her son with peculiar jealousy; for on him, as she knew, +depended the existence of her house. If he failed, then<span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">[226]</span> +indeed the power of the Di Venonis would be gone, and +the family would crumble to decay.</p> + +<p>The lady and her son lived in a large castle, which for +generations had been the Di Venonis’ stronghold, and had +withstood and repelled many a determined attack. It was +a gloomy pile, distinguished for its strength rather than its +beauty, although internally much had been done for the +comfort of the occupants. The castle was situated in +Suabia, just on the borders of the forest. It stood on +elevated ground, and anyone standing on the turrets commanded +an immense panorama of great beauty.</p> + +<p>At some little distance rose the ruins of the once +powerful castle of Rudstein. This had originally been the +home of the Di Venonis; but an evil genius seemed to +enter into it, and for two or three generations such ill-luck +attended the family that they decided to desert their ancestral +home. It was unroofed, and left to wind and weather and +the evil things that haunt the great forest. One tower +was left standing only, as a sort of landmark. In the +meantime the new castle had risen, and here the family +installed themselves. Here many of them paid the debt of +nature, and here the last male representative was born. +Here in lonely grandeur the widowed mother lived, surrounded +by a retinue of servants and retainers, and having +for companion her one sister—a much younger woman, of +great beauty and lively disposition. She was known as the +Lady Hilda, and it was said that she and her sister were +by no means always in accord. She protested against the +gloomy surroundings in which the scion of the noble house +was being brought up, and she urged Madame Di Venoni +to keep more company, and relieve the castle, if possible, of +the air of brooding melancholy which seemed to envelope it. +But madame had her own notions. She wanted to mould +her son after her own fashion. She was afraid of exposing +him to evil influences. She would not depart from the +traditions of her race.</p> + +<p>One day, when Reginald was about six years of age, a +traveller came to the castle and begged for hospitality. It<span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">[227]</span> +had been a terrible day—wild, stormy, and wet. The +traveller was a mysterious looking man, who seemed to have +travelled far on foot, and was weary, wet, and hungry. He +was a foreigner, and spoke but little German. He was +invited into the servants’ great hall, where food and drink +were set before him, and as night approached he was conducted +to a chamber situated on the top of a tower. That +night a very violent storm, which had been threatening +all day, burst over the country and did enormous damage. +The thunder was terrific; the lightning incessant; the rain +descended in a deluge. During the time that the storm +was at its height a female servant, happening to glance +from her window, which commanded a full view of the +tower where the traveller was lodged, averred that she saw +him walking about on the flat roof of the tower, and exposed +to the full fury of the storm. She declared that he +had more the appearance of a fiend than a man; that +occasionally he broke into wild eldritch laughter, and ever +and anon raised his hands aloft, as if daring the heavens and +defying the lightning.</p> + +<p>Frightened almost into a fit, and yet fascinated, the +woman watched him for some time, and at last saw him +conversing with the arch enemy of man himself. The +following morning the servant hurried to her mistress, and +told her this silly story, the outcome of ignorance, superstition, +and fear; and she insisted that the traveller who had +been entertained and lodged in the castle was an evil being, +who held converse with the devil, and that unless he were +put to death some terrible calamity would result from his +visit.</p> + +<p>The lady, who was only a degree or two less superstitious +than the menial, was much impressed, for she lived +in a district where superstition was very rife. People +travelled very little in those days, and credence was given +to the wildest and most outrageous stories; while a belief in +the power of certain persons to hold communication with +Satan was very common, especially in the Black Forest +district. Indeed, even at the present day, when railways<span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">[228]</span> +and telegraphs encircle the globe, natives of some of the +remote districts in the forest still cling to this belief, and +have all sorts of charms to protect themselves against +the malignant influences of witches, warlocks, and forest +demons.</p> + +<p>Madame Di Venoni, having listened to the wild and +weird story of the servant, summoned her major domo, and +bade him bring the stranger to her. This was done, +and when the stranger was ushered into her presence he +bowed low and reverentially to the mistress of the castle, +who, however, regarded him with something like awe, for +truly enough he was a striking and remarkable man, and +calculated to unfavourably impress anyone who was superstitious. +He had a dark, swarthy face. His eyes were +intensely black and piercing, his hair like jet.</p> + +<p>‘Whence come you?’ demanded the lady, imperiously.</p> + +<p>‘From Rhenish Prussia,’ answered the man proudly, +and drawing himself up as if by gesture he would resent the +manner in which she addressed him.</p> + +<p>‘And whither go you?’</p> + +<p>‘To Russia.’</p> + +<p>‘With what object?’</p> + +<p>‘In search of knowledge.’</p> + +<p>Madame was incensed by his proud air, and eyeing him +suspiciously, said:</p> + +<p>‘Unless I am mistaken, you are a man of evil nature, +and in communication with the enemies of the human +race.’</p> + +<p>The man laughed.</p> + +<p>‘No, madame,’ he answered, ‘unless the stars that shine +so gloriously in the heavens above are enemies of the human +race, for it is from the stars I derive my knowledge.’</p> + +<p>This apparently mysterious answer appalled the lady, +for she felt no doubt now that the man was a fiend, and she +was about to summon her attendants and have him expelled +when her little son burst into the room, followed by his +aunt. The child was laughing merrily, and had come to +show his mother some grotesque heads he had been drawing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">[229]</span> +on a sheet of paper. But, catching sight of the stranger, he +was instantly silenced and clung to his aunt’s skirts, while +the Lady Hilda regarded the man with intense interest.</p> + +<p>‘Is that your son?’ he asked.</p> + +<p>‘No,’ answered Lady Hilda, ‘I am a single woman. +He is the son of my sister there, the Lady Di Venoni.’</p> + +<p>The man turned to madame, and speaking in a strange, +far-away voice, and as if inspired by some strange prophetic +instinct, he said:</p> + +<p>‘That boy is the hope and prop of your race. But +have a care, have a care, for a curse is upon him. Take +him from this gloomy dwelling. Show him the bright and +fair scenes of the earth. Teach him charity and tolerance. +Strengthen his body and broaden his mind, and watch his +footsteps lest he stray. His life hangs by a thread only.’</p> + +<p>Madame was horrified. She no longer doubted that +this audacious stranger was an evil thing whose death would +be a benefit to all men. As she caught her son up in her +arms she screamed, and when her attendants rushed in she +ordered them to beat the stranger and set the dogs upon +him. Folding his arms he stood like a rock, and gazed at +her with scorn and defiance. But he was dragged from the +apartment and roughly hurried down the great stairs to the +courtyard, where a call was made to let the dogs loose, but +at that instant the Lady Hilda appeared upon the scene, +and interposed to save the stranger from the fury and violence +of the menials. She peremptorily ordered them to +release him, and when that was done she bade him depart +at once, saying:</p> + +<p>‘Your safety, your life, depends upon the speed with +which you leave this castle behind you. You have spoken +well and truly, and your advice is the advice of a wise man; +but ignorance and tradition are powerful factors; they are +difficult to counteract.’</p> + +<p>The man bent his knee, and taking Lady Hilda’s hand, +kissed it gracefully, saying:</p> + +<p>‘I thank you, lady, and do not doubt that this generous +act of yours will go unrewarded; but, I pray you let me<span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">[230]</span> +have a word with you out of earshot of these human wolves, +who seem panting to rend me to pieces.’</p> + +<p>Unmindful of the angry looks darted at her, and the +menacing attitude of the menials, she retired for a moment +or two to a corner of the courtyard with the stranger, who, +availing himself of the opportunity, said:</p> + +<p>‘Have you the courage to meet me alone in the forest, +in order that I may give you some information?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes.’</p> + +<p>‘Good. Meet me, then, to-night at the tower of the +ruins of Rudstein, as the moon rises. No harm shall befall +you, but good will come out of it.’</p> + +<p>She pledged herself to meet him. Then she ordered +the gates to be thrown open, and the man departed, followed +by the jeers and taunts of the people. Lady Hilda turned +furiously upon them and upbraided them for their cowardice +in attacking a defenceless man. She was not a favourite +with them, but she had power, and they were silenced.</p> + +<p>That night, as the moon was rising, Lady Hilda slipped +out of the castle by a secret door, and hastily made her way +to the ruins of Rudstein, where the stranger was waiting +for her. For two hours they talked together, and, loving +her nephew as she did, she anxiously inquired about his +future.</p> + +<p>‘His hope lies in separating him from his mother,’ said +the stranger. ‘It may seem unnatural and cruel, but she +is too strongly influenced in the traditions of her race to see +that the boy’s welfare depends on every means being taken +to save him from the curse of his ancestors.’</p> + +<p>‘But how know you all this?’ she answered, somewhat +awed, and yet recognising the soundness of his advice.</p> + +<p>‘I read it in the stars,’ he answered mysteriously. +‘They are wondrous books in which the past and the future +of men can be read for those who have eyes to see.’</p> + +<p>Many more questions were asked and answered, and +Lady Hilda returned to the castle deeply impressed by the +strange man’s manner. Again and again she visited him, +and his influence over her became all-powerful. Of course,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">[231]</span> +these visits were secret ones, and she kept her own counsel. +The stranger took up his abode in the tower, where there +was no fear of his being disturbed, for people had a dread +of the ruins, as they said they were haunted. Lady Hilda +procured him books and other things that he said he wanted, +and she kept him supplied with food and money. During +the time that this was taking place she was urging her sister +to quit the castle, retire to the capital, and there bring up +her son in the shadow of the court. But this the mother +strenuously refused to do, while the ill-feeling between her +and her sister increased. At last Lady Hilda disappeared, and +with her her nephew. She was ultimately traced to Cologne +after some months’ absence, and she and the boy were brought +back. Within a week of her return she was found dead in +her bed. She had been poisoned.</p> + +<p>The burial of a dead Di Venoni was invariably an imposing +sight, and there was no exception in Lady Hilda’s +case. None of the mummery and pomp and ceremony were +omitted, and for three days the body lay in state in the great +entrance hall, and those who were entrusted with watching +the corpse at night averred that one night as the great bell +of the castle was tolling the solemn midnight hour a peculiar +dark-eyed man suddenly appeared. There was something so +weird and strange in his appearance that they were dumbfounded +with horror, and their horror was increased when +they saw him lift the shrouded corpse from its coffin, press +it to his breast, fondle it and kiss it, and lavish upon it all +the manifestations of extreme love and affection. At last he +replaced the body and disappeared as mysteriously as he came. +This wonderful story soon spread from lip to lip, with additions +and exaggerations, and great was the consternation when, +as the unhappy lady was being borne to the burial vault of +the Di Venoni in the neighbouring church, the remarkable +stranger was recognised amongst the crowd. He seemed +bowed in sorrow, but when an attempt was made to seize +him he avoided it, and, as everyone declared, made himself +invisible.</p> + +<p>Years passed away. Reginald Di Venoni grew into<span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">[232]</span> +manhood. He had become a self-willed, passionate, gloomy +man, who avoided his mother—now an old and decrepid +woman—and made no secret of the fact that he disliked her. +For a long time he had abandoned himself to the pleasures +of the chase, and he tried to give some colour and tone to +his gloomy and monotonous life by riotous living.</p> + +<p>One evening he had been out hunting, and having got +separated from his followers, he was returning alone when, +on reaching the ruins of Rudstein, his horse shied, and +Reginald beheld a weird-looking old man standing amidst the +ruins. His hair was white, and he had a long, grey beard.</p> + +<p>‘Who are you?’ demanded Reginald boldly, for he was +courageous and daring to recklessness at times.</p> + +<p>‘One who has watched you from childhood, and who +would now speak into your ear words of wisdom. Make +your horse fast to that tree and follow me.’</p> + +<p>Curiosity, no less than some spell which he seemed incapable +of resisting, prompted him to do the bidding of the +stranger, who led the way up the mouldering stairs of the +tower. On arriving at the top he threw open a door and +revealed an apartment, the floor of which was strewn with +books written in strange characters. In one corner stood a +large vase engraved with the signs of the Zodiac, and encircled +by mysterious letters. A huge telescope was placed +in the centre of the room, and pointed through a small +aperture in the ceiling. As the old man entered he took up +an ebony wand from a table near and with it drew circles +in the air, then, turning to Reginald, said in a solemn and +warning voice:</p> + +<p>‘Man of ill-starred fortune, you were born under an unlucky +planet, and your future is involved in darkness. But +for the sake of her whom I loved, your aunt, the Lady +Hilda, I would save you from your doom.’</p> + +<p>Reginald laughed somewhat scornfully. Although he was +not without superstition he placed little faith in the wild +stories which he had heard from his childhood, and he was in +the habit of saying that there was little that was called supernatural +that could not be explained by natural laws.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_233">[233]</span>‘Ah, now I remember you,’ he exclaimed. ‘Years ago, +when I was a child, you came to my mother’s castle. You +frightened me then, and strangely impressed me.’</p> + +<p>‘And yet why should that have been?’ asked the +stranger. ‘I was a simple student of the occult, and was +travelling the world in quest of knowledge. I had heard +something of your family. I knew the curse that rested +upon your house, and even then I would have tried to avert +it; but your mother would have set her dogs upon me as +she set her menials. To your aunt I owed my life, and my +love for her grew. By my advice she took you away to the +capital, but that act cost her her life. For her sake I +would now save you. Since her death I have made long +journeys into different countries, but have always been +drawn back here by some influence I could not resist. My +days, nay, my hours are numbered now; but before I join the +sweet Lady Hilda I would render you a service.’</p> + +<p>Reginald was far from impressed, and laughed again, +saying:</p> + +<p>‘It is kind of you, but suppose I decline your good +offices. Indeed, I am capable of taking care of myself and +my fortunes; and, frankly, do not desire any service at the +hands of a half-witted imposter, as I believe you to be. For +myself, I have no belief either in God or Devil, therefore +am not likely to be frightened by anything you can tell me +or anything you can do.’</p> + +<p>The old man’s face assumed a look of sorrow and +distress, and, speaking in a voice that betrayed his emotion, +he said:</p> + +<p>‘Sad indeed it is that you should lack reverence. But +have a care, have a care! I warn you against infidelity, +and against those sins which, if indulged in, will bring you +to ruin. Listen, I say, and take heed. The star of your +destiny already wanes in the heavens, and the fortunes of +the proud family of Venoni must decline with it. When +the stars shine to-night look to the west, and you will see +your planet, distinguishable by its unusual brilliancy. Look +to it, I say, and let your thoughts wander from it to the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">[234]</span> +God who rules the universe, and to Him put up a prayer of +repentance and a cry for light and guidance. But should +you see a dull red meteor shoot across the face of your star +of nativity, it will be a sign that a deed of blood will be +done, and you will perpetrate it.’</p> + +<p>For a moment or two Reginald was really impressed by +the awe-inspiring tone and manner of the old man. But +once more he broke into a scornful laugh, and said:</p> + +<p>‘If this is all you have brought me here for, you do but +waste my time, and I will depart.’</p> + +<p>‘Go!’ answered the old man. ‘You pronounce your +doom. But let me exact a promise from you. On the +night of the third day from now return to this apartment, +and, if you find me dead, give my body Christian burial.’</p> + +<p>‘Yes; you shall have burial, as one of my dogs should,’ +Reginald replied. ‘But since you are an unwelcome tenant +in this ruined tower, which is part of my property, I shall +give instructions to have you driven away. However, as you +confess to having liked my aunt, whom I loved better than +I loved my mother, I will see that you do not want. You +shall be furnished with means sufficiently ample to enable +you to live where your inclinations prompt, only you must +quit the tower.’</p> + +<p>‘This is my living place, as it is to be my death place,’ +exclaimed the old man. ‘And again I charge you, return +here in three days, or fail at your peril.’</p> + +<p>Reginald was exasperated. His temper was aroused +now, as he thought the old man was defying him, and he +strode hastily from the room, hurried down the stairs, and, +flinging himself on his horse, galloped to the castle, with +the intention of giving orders to eject the strange old man +from the tower at once. But by the time he reached the +courtyard he had changed his mind, and he could not help +confessing to himself that some indefinable sense of fear restrained +him. At any rate, he would let the old fellow +remain where he was for a few days longer.</p> + +<p>Three days passed away, and the night came. Then +Reginald remembered the man’s request; at first he had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">[235]</span> +no intention of returning to the ruins. As the evening +wore on, however, he felt impelled by a feeling of overmastering +curiosity to pay another visit to the wizard, if +wizard he was. So, without making known his intention +to anyone, he armed himself with a formidable spear used in +boar hunting, and, calling his faithful boarhound ‘Wanga’ +to his side, he set off for the tower.</p> + +<p>The night was beautifully fine. The air was still, the +sky was cloudless, the stars shone with extraordinary +brilliancy. As Reginald pursued his way he looked to the +west, and saw an unusually bright star, and knew, according +to what the old man had told him, that it was the star of his +nativity. He reached the ruins in about half an hour’s +rapid walking. A weird silence seemed to pervade the +place. No light was visible. There wasn’t a sign of the +old man’s existence. Reginald told ‘Wanga’ to precede +him up the mouldering stairs, but the great hound whined +and drew back and crouched at his master’s feet, and remained +unmoved even by the vigorous kick which his +master gave him. So, with a muttered oath, Reginald +mounted the stairs alone. He pushed open the door and +peered in. The window of the chamber was screened by a +curtain, on a shelf burned a small lamp, at the table sat the +old man. He was dressed in a suit of black velvet embroidered +with gold, while round his waist was a massive +belt of silver. He wore a skull-cap on his head, in his +thin white hand he grasped the ebony rod, while the index +finger of the right hand was fixed on a passage in an open +book that lay on the table before him.</p> + +<p>Reginald spoke to him. There was no answer, no +movement. For the first time he felt a sense of fear. He +spoke again, but still no answer came. He advanced a few +steps into the room.</p> + +<p>‘Do you not see I am here?’ he exclaimed.</p> + +<p>The old man rose up, not as a living being, but like a +mechanical figure. The face was the face of a corpse. The +eyes were dull and glazed, but for an instant they lighted +up as they turned upon the speaker, though the light faded<span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">[236]</span> +immediately, and without a sound the old man sank to the +floor, dead.</p> + +<p>The situation was so weird, so ghastly, so dramatic, that +Reginald’s fears were now fully aroused, and with a suppressed +moan of horror he turned and fled. The dog was +still crouching at the foot of the stairs, but rose with a cry +of joy as his master appeared. As Reginald left the ruins +he glanced at the west. His star of nativity was burning +brilliantly, but suddenly a dull red meteor shot across it, and +remembering then the old man’s prophecy, he was so +overcome that he dropped senseless to the ground in a faint. +In a few minutes, finding that something was wrong, the +faithful hound rushed back to the castle, and by his howling +and barking attracted attention. When the servants hurried +to the great gateway he indicated that something was +wrong; so torches were procured and the dog was followed +to where his master still lay insensible on the ground. He +was raised up and carried back, but when he came to his +senses he was in a raging fever. He frequently became +delirious, and in the hour of his lunacy was accustomed to +talk of an evil spirit that had visited him in his slumbers. +His mother was shocked at such evident symptoms of derangement. +She remembered the fate of her husband, and implored +Reginald, as the last descendant of a great house, to recruit his +health and raise his spirits by travel. Only with great difficulty +was he induced to quit the home of his infancy. The +expostulations of his mother, however, at last prevailed, and +he left the Castle di Venoni for the sunny land of Italy.</p> + +<p>Months passed, and a constant succession of novelty had +produced so beneficial an effect, that scarcely any traces remained +of the mysterious malady which had so suddenly overtaken +him. Occasionally, however, his mind was disturbed +and gloomy, but a perpetual recurrence of amusement diverted +the influence of past recollection, and rendered him at least +as tranquil as it was in the power of his nature to permit. +He continued for years abroad, during which time he wrote +frequently to his mother, who still continued at the Castle +di Venoni, and at last announced his intention of settling at<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">[237]</span> +Venice. He had remained but a few months in the city, +when, at the gay period of the Carnival, he was introduced, +as a foreign nobleman, to the beautiful daughter of the +Doge. She was amiable, accomplished, and endowed with +every requisite to ensure permanent felicity. Reginald was +charmed with her beauty, and infatuated with the excelling +qualities of her mind. After a time he confessed his attachment, +and was informed with a blush that the affection was +mutual. Nothing, therefore, remained but application to +the Doge, who was instantly addressed on the subject, and +implored to consummate the felicity of the young couple. +The request was attended with success, and the happiness of +the lovers was complete.</p> + +<p>On the day fixed for the wedding, a brilliant assemblage +of beauty thronged the ducal palace of St. Mark. All +Venice crowded to the festival, and, in the presence of +the gayest noblemen of Italy, Reginald Count di Venoni +received the hand of Marcelia, the envied daughter of the +Doge. In the evening, a masqued festival was given at the +palace; but the young couple, anxious to be alone, escaped +from the scene of revelry, and hurried in a gondola to +the old palace that had been prepared for their reception on +the grand canal.</p> + +<p>It was a fine moonlight night. The stars were reflected +in the silver bosom of the Adriatic. The sounds of music +and sweet voices singing, mellowed and softened by distance, +were wafted to them on the gentle breeze. Venice seemed +to glitter with tens of thousands of lamps, and the gondoliers, +as they passed and repassed, uttered their peculiar +cries.</p> + +<p>The young couple felt supremely happy, and they directed +their boatman to propel the boat leisurely along, that +they might enjoy the enrapturing beauty of the scene; for +Venice—the sea set jewel—had never looked more beautiful, +and the languid air of the summer night begot a delicious +sense of dreaminess and a forgetfulness of the pain +and misery of the world.</p> + +<p>As Reginald lay back with his head pillowed in the lap<span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">[238]</span> +of his bride he happened to turn his eyes to the west, and +there beheld his star of nativity as brilliant as ever. Instantly +his mind reverted to that awful night when the old wizard +died, and he remembered the dull red meteor, and the weird +prophecy. He became so agitated that his wife was alarmed, +and inquired the reason of it; but he only laughed, said it was +merely a passing memory that disturbed him, and soon her +kisses and caresses restored him to serenity.</p> + +<p>The succeeding six months were uninterrupted by a +single untoward incident. He passionately loved Marcelia, +and was beloved in return. His rough, uncouth nature had +been smoothed down and refined by his wife and the society +in which he moved. He felt supremely happy, and though +at times a remembrance of the awful night in the ruins of +Rudstein disturbed him, he managed to shake off the influence, +and find a soothing balm in the caresses of his young +bride.</p> + +<p>One day, however, there came to him an urgent message +to repair to his birthplace without delay, as his mother lay +at the point of death. Although he had never borne her +any very strong affection, he felt it was his duty to obey +the summons, and so in company with his wife he journeyed +with all speed to the Black Forest.</p> + +<p>On reaching the castle he found that his mother was +already in the throes of death, and delirious; as soon as +he entered her presence she rose up in her bed, without +seeming to recognise him, and cursed him for being an unnatural +and unfilial son. It was an awful scene, and affected +Reginald in an appalling manner. Without recanting a word, +or, indeed, noticing him in any way, she fell back on her +pillow and expired.</p> + +<p>For some days Reginald was prostrated, and when his +gentle and loving wife tried to soothe and comfort him he +repulsed her furiously, until she was broken-hearted. But +when he recovered his senses he lavished caresses upon her, +and gave every manifestation that he loved her devotedly. +A few days later, however, he was wandering with Marcelia +through a very picturesque and beautiful part of the forest,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">[239]</span> +when they seated themselves on a bank overlooking a stream. +For some little time Reginald remained absorbed in thought, +then he began to pick up handfuls of earth and scatter them in +the water, and, with a wild glare in his eyes, he mumbled:</p> + +<p>‘This is a hateful world. All is dust and vanity. Nothing +brings joy, or contentment, or peace. I am the last of my +race. Why seek longer to support a rotten fabric. My +kindred have squandered their substance, and destroyed the +vitality of the family. Let us follow my mother through +the gates of death. Come, give me your hand, Marcelia, +and we will die together.’</p> + +<p>His wife was horribly alarmed, and used every endeavour +to soothe him; presently he grew calmer, and rose and +allowed her to lead him away. They continued to wander +further afield, at his request, until night closed, and the stars +were burning. Brilliant above all the rest shone the fatal +western planet, the star of Reginald’s nativity. He gazed at +it for some time with horror, and pointed it out to the notice +of Marcelia.</p> + +<p>‘The hand of heaven is in it!’ he mentally exclaimed, +‘and the proud fortunes of Venoni hasten to a close.’ At +this instant the ruined tower of Rudstein appeared in sight, +with the moon shining fully upon it. ‘It is the place,’ +resumed the maniac, ‘where a deed of blood must be done, +and I am fated to perpetrate it! But fear not, my poor +girl,’ he added, in a milder tone, while the tears sprang +to his eyes, ‘your husband cannot harm you; he may be +wretched, but he never shall be guilty!’ Although +Marcelia was dreadfully alarmed she concealed her feelings +as much as possible, and induced him to hurry back. When +he reached the castle he looked ghastly ill, and, going to bed, +sank into a sort of coma.</p> + +<p>Night waned, morning dawned on the upland hills of +the scenery, and with it came a renewal of Reginald’s +disorder. The day was stormy, and in unison with the +troubled feeling of his mind. He rose with the dawn, and, +without a word to anyone, went off into the forest, nor did +he return until the evening. Distressed beyond measure at<span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">[240]</span> +his absence, she waited in dread suspense for his return, and +sat at her casement gazing across the vast expanse of forest, +which the westering sun was now flooding with a crimson +light. Suddenly her door flew open, and Reginald made his +appearance. His eyes were red and seemed to blaze with the +light of madness, while his whole frame was convulsed as if +he suffered from agonising spasms of pain.</p> + +<p>‘It was not a dream,’ he exclaimed, ‘I have seen her, and +she has beckoned us to follow.’</p> + +<p>‘Seen her, seen who?’ asked Marcelia, alarmed at his +frenzy.</p> + +<p>‘My mother,’ replied the maniac. ‘Listen while I tell +you the strange story. I thought, as I was wandering +in the forest, a sylph of heaven approached, and revealed +the countenance of my mother. I flew to join her, but +was withheld by a wizard, who pointed to the western +star. On a sudden loud shrieks were heard, and the sylph +assumed the guise of a demon. Her figure towered to an +awful height, and she pointed in scornful derision to you; +yes, to you, my wife. With rage she drew you towards me. +I seized—I murdered you, and strange cries and groans +filled the air. I heard the voice of the fiendish astrologer +shouting as from a charnel house, “Your destiny is accomplished, +and the victim may retire with honour.” Then, +I thought, the fair front of heaven was obscured, and +thick gouts of clotted clammy blood showered down in +torrents from the blackened clouds of the west. The star +shot through the air, and—the phantom of my mother +again beckoned me to follow.’</p> + +<p>The maniac ceased, and rushed in agony from the +apartment. Marcelia followed, and discovered him leaning +in a trance against the wainscot of the library. With +gentlest motion she drew his hand in hers, and led him into +the open air. They rambled on, heedless of the gathering +storm, until they discovered themselves at the base of the +tower of Rudstein. Suddenly the maniac paused. A +horrid thought seemed flashing across his brain, as with +giant grasp he seized Marcelia in his arms, and bore her to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">[241]</span> +the fatal apartment. In vain she shrieked for help, for pity. +‘Dear Reginald, it is Marcelia who speaks, you cannot +surely harm her.’ He heard—he heeded not, nor once +staid his steps till he reached the room of death. On a +sudden his countenance lost its wildness, and assumed a +more fearful, but composed look of determined madness. +He advanced to the window, dragged away the rotting +curtain, and gazed on the stormy face of heaven. Dark +clouds flitted across the horizon, and thunder echoed in the +distance. To the west the fatal star was still visible, but +shone with sickly lustre. At this instant a flash of lightning +illumined the whole apartment, and threw a broad red glare +upon a skeleton that mouldered upon the floor. Reginald +observed it with affright, and remembered the unburied +astrologer. He advanced to Marcelia, and, pointing to the +rising moon, ‘A dark cloud is sailing by,’ he shudderingly +exclaimed, ‘but ere the full orb again shines forth you shall +die; I will accompany you in death, and hand in hand will +we pass into the presence of our people.’</p> + +<p>The poor girl shrieked for pity, but her voice was lost in +the angry ravings of the storm.</p> + +<p>The cloud in the meantime sailed on—it approached—the +moon was dimmed, darkened, and finally buried in its +gloom. The maniac marked the hour, and rushed with a +fearful cry towards his victim. With murderous resolution +he grasped her throat, while the helpless hand and half-strangled +articulation implored his compassion. After one +final struggle the hollow death-rattle announced that life +was extinct, and that the murderer held a corpse in his +arms. An interval of reason now occurred, and on the +partial restoration of his mind Reginald discovered himself +the unconscious murderer of Marcelia. Madness—deepest +madness again took possession of his faculties. He laughed—he +shouted aloud with the unearthly yellings of a fiend, +and in the raging violence of his delirium he rushed out, +climbed to the summit of the tower, and hurled himself +headlong from it.</p> + +<p>In the morning the bodies of the young couple were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">[242]</span> +discovered, and buried in the same tomb. The fatal ruin of +Rudstein still exists, but is now commonly avoided as the +residence of the spirits of the departed. Day by day it +slowly crumbles to earth, and affords a shelter for the night +raven or the wild things of the forests. Superstition has +consecrated it to herself, and the tradition of the country +has invested it with all the awful appendages of a charnel +house. The wanderer who passes at nightfall shudders +while he surveys its utter desolation, and exclaims as he +travels on:</p> + +<p>‘Surely this is a spot where guilt may thrive in safety, +or bigotry weave a spell to enthral her misguided votaries.’</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">[243]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">XIII<br> + +THE DANCE OF THE DEAD</h2> +</div> + +<p class="center">FOUNDED ON A WELL-KNOWN GERMAN LEGEND</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Neisse</span> is a small town in Silesia. At the period of this +story it lay somewhat out of the beaten track, and its inhabitants +led a simple, primitive sort of life, although bickerings +and wranglings, cheating and knavery were not +altogether unknown among them. On the whole, however, +they were a fairly virtuous people, and the town earned an +enviable reputation for hospitality, in spite of the fact that +the mayor was far from being hospitable himself, but he did +not hesitate to dispense hospitality with a lavish hand when +he could do so out of the town funds.</p> + +<p>This mayor, whose name was Hertzstein, was an exceedingly +proud and ambitious man. He had been born in +very humble circumstances indeed, his father having been a +charcoal burner; but Rupert Hertzstein was endowed with +more than average intelligence, though even as a lad he +displayed a grasping, covetous disposition that made him +many youthful enemies. As he grew in years he by no +means changed, but he managed to make his way. Before +he was fifteen he went to Saxony and apprenticed himself to +a worker in precious metals, and showed so much intelligence +that before he had completed the term of his apprenticeship +he was master of his trade.</p> + +<p>He was twenty-two when he returned to his native town, +with a little money and a young wife. A daughter was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">[244]</span> +born to him, and grew to be the most beautiful girl in +Neisse. Her father prospered, made money, and became +mayor. Indeed, he was a little king in his own way, but +was tyrannical and exacting, and while everybody adored +Brunhelda, his pretty daughter, he was far from being +respected. When any of the young men of the village +tried to win his favour in the hope of gaining the daughter’s +hand, he ordered them off with a peremptoriness that left no +doubt about his determination.</p> + +<p>‘My girl,’ he used to boast, ‘shall marry a lord. My +father was a charcoal burner, and in my youth I knew the +curse of poverty. Now I am going to be the founder of a +family, and rather than let Brunhelda marry a humble person +I would carry her to her grave.’</p> + +<p>Although he expressed himself thus forcibly and emphatically, +he did not explain how he hoped to get a lord as +a son-in-law, but that was a detail; and, being a deep, +designing, and crafty man, he probably had some matured +plan in his own mind.</p> + +<p>Now it chanced that when Brunhelda was two-and-twenty +a young artist came to Neisse, which was famed for +a very ancient church and for marvellous views, which were +to be obtained from different parts of the town, for it stood +on an eminence in a very beautiful and fertile country. It +was, therefore, no uncommon thing for artists to visit the +place. This particular one became known as Robert Kuno, +and he took up his quarters at the village inn. One day +he was in the ancient church sketching a very picturesque +archway, when Brunhelda entered with a number of other +girls, laden with flowers, as they were going to decorate the +church in honour of some festival.</p> + +<p>Robert was at once attracted by Brunhelda’s beauty, +and, getting into conversation with her, he begged that she +would pose for him while he made a drawing. She was by +no means loth to do this. Indeed, she felt flattered, for she +knew she was good-looking, and she would have been a +strange woman if she had had no vanity. Robert placed +her in the position he wanted near the archway, and produced<span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">[245]</span> +a sketch, which he promised to turn into a painting, +and he asked her to favour him again on the morrow, +which she did, and the next day, and the day after that, +and as a natural result the young artist began to talk to her +in a way which by no means displeased her, although she +knew that her father would be furious if he came to hear +of it. And sure enough he did hear of it. Some envious +jade went to him, and told him that Brunhelda was going +day after day to the church to meet the artist.</p> + +<p>The day following the mayor repaired to the church, +and screened himself behind a pillar and witnessed the flirtation +between Brunhelda and the artist, until at length, +losing his self-control, he suddenly presented himself before +them, and there was a scene. He used some very harsh +terms to the young man, and, seizing the sketch he had +been making of the girl, he stamped on it, and vowed if +Robert did not leave Neisse within twelve hours he would +have him arrested as a vagabond and confined in the stocks. +Then he took his daughter home and lectured her on the +monstrous wickedness of her conduct in allowing a ‘vulgar, +common artist fellow’ to talk love to her.</p> + +<p>As Robert failed to comply with the order to clear off, +the mayor, true to his word, had him arrested as a vagabond, +having no visible means of subsistence, and he was placed in +the stocks which stood on the green opposite the mayor’s +house. The tyrannical magistrate thought that when his +daughter saw her admirer in such an undignified position +she would be disgusted, and think no more of him. But +herein he was mistaken, for he caught her kissing her hand +to him from her window, and manifesting every sign of +sympathy. So Robert was at once set at liberty, on condition +that he immediately left the place, which he consented +to do, much to the joy and comfort of the mayor.</p> + +<p>It was nearly a year after that an old bag-piper one day +entered the town of Neisse. He was a strange, weird-looking +old man, with great masses of white hair hanging about +his shoulders, and heavy, beetling eyebrows screening his +keen, grey eyes. His pipes, which seemed older than himself,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">[246]</span> +were unlike any that had been seen before, and when +the old piper tuned them up he awoke the most marvellous +melody. Whence he came and whither he was going no +one knew, and being by no means communicative, they +were left in ignorance. But one thing he made clear—he +did not lack money, and as there happened to be a very +pretty little cottage to let, whose owner had recently died, +the piper bargained for it and bought it, and soon after a +young man came to live with him, and rumour soon had it +that this young man was the strange piper’s foster-son. +Apparently the son was nearly blind, for he wore large blue +goggle glasses, and always went about with a stick.</p> + +<p>The son was very reserved and would not mix with the +people, but the old piper became such a favourite owing to +the sweet music he was able to discourse, that he was invited +every evening, when the weather was fine, to repair to the +village green, where the people were wont to dance. He was so +wonderfully well-informed, too, and seemed to have travelled +so extensively, that the old citizens invited him to their +dinners, and he was petted and flattered. He played his +pipes at christenings and wedding feasts, as well as pathetic +and solemn airs when the dead were committed to the earth.</p> + +<p>One marvellous tune that he played was known as +‘Grandfather’s Dance,’ and so inspiriting was this, such a +wild, mad, rhythmical jingle, that even the oldest of men and +women who could move their limbs at all could not resist +its strains, and fell to dancing. Indeed, the strains, it was +averred, restored youth to the old, and even the paralytic +and the rheumatic threw away their crutches when they +heard them.</p> + +<p>Now, strangely enough, the effect of the old man’s art +on his foster-son was <i>nil</i>. He remained silent and mournful +at the most mirth-inspiring tunes the piper played to him; +and at the balls, to which he was often invited, he rarely +mingled with the gay, but would retire into a corner, and +fix his eyes on the loveliest fair one that graced the room, +neither daring to address, nor to offer her his hand. This +one was Brunhelda, and occasionally he managed to get<span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">[247]</span> +speech with her, and it was noted that she was by no means +averse to talk to him. And at such times she easily read +in his brightening face the eloquent gratitude of his heart; +and although she turned blushingly away, the fire on her +cheeks, and the sparkling in her eyes, kindled new flames of +love and hope in her lover’s bosom, for this young man was +none other than the artist who had resorted to this stratagem +to woo her. And he was neither blind nor near sighted, but +the goggles afforded him a disguise.</p> + +<p>Willibald, such was the name of the piper, had for a +long time promised to assist the love-sick youth in obtaining +his soul’s dearest object. Sometimes he intended, like the +wizards of yore, to torment the mayor with an enchanted +dance, and compel him by exhaustion to grant everything; +sometimes, like a second Orpheus, he proposed to carry +away, by the power of his harmony, the sweet bride from +the Tartarian abode of her father. But Robert always had +objections: he never would allow the parent of his fair one +to be harmed by the slightest offence, and hoped to win him +by perseverance and complacency.</p> + +<p>Willibald said to him one day, ‘You are an idiot, if you +hope to win, by an open and honourable sentiment, the +approbation of a rich and proud old fool. He will not +surrender without some of the plagues of Egypt are put in +force against him. When once Brunhelda is yours, and he +no more can change what has happened, then you will find +him friendly and kind. He will bow to the inevitable. I +blame myself for having promised to do nothing against +your will, but death acquits every death, and still I shall help +you in my own way.’</p> + +<p>Poor Robert was not the only one on the path of whose +life the mayor strewed thorns and briars. The whole town +had very little affection for their chief, and delighted to +oppose him at every opportunity; for he was harsh and +cruel, and punished severely the citizens for trifling and innocent +mirth, unless they purchased pardon by the means of +heavy penalties and bribes. After the yearly wine-fair in +the month of January he was in the habit of obliging them<span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">[248]</span> +to pay all their earnings into his treasury, to make amends +for their past merriments. One day the tyrant of Neisse +had put their patience to too hard a trial, and broken the +last tie of obedience from his oppressed townsmen. The +malcontents had created a riot, and filled their persecutor +with deadly fear; for they threatened nothing less than to +set fire to his house, and to burn him, together with all the +riches he had gathered by oppressing them.</p> + +<p>At this critical moment, Robert went to Willibald, and +said to him, ‘Now, my old friend, is the time when you +may help me with your art, as you frequently have offered +to do. If your music be really so powerful as you say it is, +go then and deliver the mayor by softening the enraged +mob. As a reward he certainly will grant you anything +you may request. Speak then a word for me and my love, +and demand my beloved Brunhelda as the price of your +assistance.’</p> + +<p>The bag-piper laughed at this speech, and replied:</p> + +<p>‘We must satisfy the follies of children in order to +prevent them crying.’ And so he took his bag-pipe and +walked slowly down to the town-house square, where the +rioters, armed with pikes, lances, and lighted torches, were +laying waste the mansion of the worshipful head of the +town.</p> + +<p>Willibald placed himself near a pillar, and began to play +his ‘Grandfather’s Dance.’ Scarcely were the first notes +of this favourite tune heard, when the rage-distorted countenances +became smiling and cheerful, the frowning brows +lost their dark expression, pikes and torches fell out of the +threatening fists, and the enraged assailants moved about +marking with their steps the measure of the music. At +last, the whole multitude began to dance, and the square, +that was lately the scene of riot and confusion, bore now the +appearance of a gay dancing assembly. The piper, with his +magic bag-pipe, led on through the streets, all the people +danced behind him, and each citizen returned jumping to +his home, which shortly before he had left with very different +feelings.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">[249]</span>The mayor, saved from this imminent danger, knew +not how to express his gratitude; he promised to Willibald +everything he might demand, even were it half his property. +But the bag-piper replied, smiling, saying his expectations +were not so lofty, and that for himself he wanted no +temporal goods whatever; but since his lordship, the mayor, +had pledged his word to grant to him everything he +might demand, so he beseeched him, with due respect, to +grant fair Brunhelda’s hand for his foster-son.</p> + +<p>The haughty mayor was highly displeased at this proposal. +He made every possible excuse; and as Willibald +repeatedly reminded him of his promise, he did what the +despots of those dark times were in the habit of doing, and +which those of our enlightened days still practise, he declared +his dignity offended, pronounced Willibald to be a disturber +of the peace, an enemy of the public security, and allowed +him to forget in a prison the promises of his lord, the mayor. +Not satisfied herewith, he accused him of witchcraft, caused +him to be tried by pretending he was the very bag-piper and +rat-catcher of Hameln, who was, at that time, and is still in +so bad a repute in the German provinces, for having carried +off by his infernal art all the children of that ill-fated +town.</p> + +<p>‘The only difference,’ said the wise mayor, between the +two cases was, that at Hameln only the children had been +made to dance to his pipe, but here young and old seemed +under the same magical influence. By such artful delusions, +the mayor turned every merciful heart from the prisoner. +The dread of necromancy, and the example of the children +of Hameln, worked so strongly, that sheriffs and clerks were +writing day and night. The secretary calculated already +the expense of the funeral pile, for necromancers, witches +and wizards were burnt in those days; the sexton petitioned +for a new rope to toll the dead-bell for the poor sinner; the +carpenters prepared scaffolds for the spectators of the expected +execution; and the judges rehearsed the grand scene, which +they prepared to play at the condemnation of the famous +bag-piper. But although justice was sharp, Willibald was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">[250]</span> +still sharper; for as he laughed very heartily over the important +preparations for his end, he now laid himself down +upon his straw and died!</p> + +<p>Shortly before his death, he sent for his beloved Robert, +and addressed him for the last time.</p> + +<p>‘Young man,’ said he, ‘you seest that in your way of +viewing mankind and the world I can render you no +assistance. I am tired of the whims your folly has obliged +me to perform. You have now acquired experience enough +fully to comprehend that nobody should calculate, or at +least ground, his designs on the goodness of human nature, +even if he himself should be too good to lose entirely his +belief in the goodness of others. I, for my own part, would +not rely upon the fulfilment of my last request to you, if +your own interest would not induce you to its performance. +When I am dead, be careful to see that my old bag-pipe is +buried with me. To detain it would be of no use to you, +but it may be the cause of your happiness, if it is laid under +ground with me.’</p> + +<p>Robert promised to observe strictly the last commands of +his old friend, who shortly after closed his eyes. Scarcely +had the report of Willibald’s sudden death spread, when old +and young came to ascertain the truth. The mayor was +more pleased with this turn of the affair than any other; for +the indifference with which the prisoner had received the +news of his approaching promotion to the funeral pile, +induced his worship to suppose the old bag-piper might +some fine day be found invisible in his prison, or rather be +found not there at all; or the cunning wizard, being at the +stake, might have caused a wisp of straw to burn instead +of his person, to the eternal shame of the court of Neisse. +He therefore ordered the corpse to be buried as speedily as +possible, as no sentence to burn the body had yet been +pronounced. An unhallowed corner of the churchyard, +close to the wall, was the place assigned for poor Willibald’s +resting-place. The jailor, as the lawful heir of the deceased +prisoner, having examined his property, asked what should +become of the bag-pipe, as a <i>corpus delicti</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">[251]</span>Robert, who was present, was on the point to make his +request, when the mayor, full of zeal, thus pronounced his +sentence:</p> + +<p>‘To avoid every possible mischief, this wicked, worthless +tool shall be buried together with its master.’ So they put +it into the coffin at the side of the corpse, and early in the +morning pipe and piper were carried away and buried.</p> + +<p>But strange things happened in the following night. +The watchmen on the tower were looking out, according to +the custom of the age, to give the alarm in case of fire in +the surrounding country, when about midnight they saw, +by the light of the moon, Willibald rising out of his tomb +near the churchyard wall. He held his bag-pipe under his +arm, and leaning against a high tombstone upon which the +moon shed her brightest rays he began to blow, and fingered +the pipes just as he was accustomed to do when he was +alive.</p> + +<p>While the watchmen, astonished at this sight, gazed +wisely on one another, many other graves opened; their +skeleton-inhabitants peeped out with their bare skulls, looked +about, nodded to the measure, rose afterwards wholly out of +their coffins, and moved their rattling limbs into a nimble +dance. At the church windows, and the grates of the +vaults, other empty eye-holes stared on the dancing place: +the withered arms began to shake the iron gates, till locks +and bolts sprung off, and out came the skeletons, eager to +mingle in the dance of the dead. Now the light dancers +stilted about, over the hillocks and tombstones, and whirled +around in a merry waltz, that the shrouds waved in the wind +about the fleshless limbs, until the church clock struck +twelve, when all the dancers, great and small, returned to +their narrow cells; the player took his bag-pipe under his +arm, and likewise returned to his vacant coffin.</p> + +<p>Long before the dawn of the day, the watchmen awoke +the mayor, and made to him, with trembling lips and knocking +knees, the awful report of the horrid night scene. He +enjoined strict secrecy on them, and promised to watch with +them the following night on the tower. Nevertheless, the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">[252]</span> +news soon spread through the town, and at the close of the +evening, all the surrounding windows and roofs were lined +with virtuosi and cognoscenti of the dark fine arts, who all +beforehand were engaged in discussions on the possibility or +impossibility of the events they expected to witness before +midnight.</p> + +<p>The bag-piper was not behind his time. At the first +sound of the bell announcing the eleventh hour, he rose +slowly, leaned against the tombstone, and began his tune. +The ball guests seemed to have been waiting for the music, +for at the very first notes they rushed forth out of the +graves and vaults, through grass hills and heavy stones. +Corpses and skeletons shrouded and bare, tall and small, men +and women, all running to and fro, dancing and turning, +wheedling and whirling round the player, quicker or more +slowly according to the measure he played, till the clock tolled +the hour of midnight. Then dancers and piper withdrew +again to rest.</p> + +<p>The living spectators, at their windows and on their +roofs, now confessed that ‘there are more things in heaven and +earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy.’ The mayor +had no sooner retired from the tower, than he ordered +Robert to be cast into prison that very night, hoping to +learn from his examination, or perhaps by putting him to +the torture, how the magic nuisance of his foster-father +might be removed.</p> + +<p>Robert did not fail to remind the mayor of his ingratitude +towards Willibald, and maintained that the deceased troubled +the town, bereft the dead of their rest and the living of +their sleep, only because he had received, instead of the +promised reward for the liberation of the mayor, a scornful +refusal, and moreover had been thrown into prison most +unjustly, and buried in a degrading manner. This speech +made a very deep impression upon the minds of the +magistrates; they instantly ordered the body of Willibald to +be taken out of his tomb, and laid in a more respectable +place.</p> + +<p>The sexton, to show his penetration on the occasion,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">[253]</span> +took the bag-pipe out of the coffin, and hung it over his bed. +For he reasoned thus: if the enchanting or enchanted +musician could not help following his profession even in the +tomb, he at least would not be able to play to the dancers +without his instrument.</p> + +<p>But at night, after the clock had struck eleven, he heard +distinctly a knock at his door; and when he opened it, with +the expectation of some deadly and lucrative accident requiring +his skill, he beheld the buried Willibald <i>in propriâ +persona</i>.</p> + +<p>‘My bag-pipe,’ said he, very composedly, and passing by +the trembling sexton, he took it from the wall where it was +hung up; then he returned to his tombstone, and began to +blow. The guests, invited by the tune, came like the +preceding night, and were preparing for their midnight +dance in the churchyard. But this time the musician +began to march forward, and proceeded with his numerous +and ghastly suite through the gate of the churchyard to the +town, and led his nightly parade through all the streets, till +the clock struck twelve, when all returned again to their +dark abodes.</p> + +<p>The inhabitants of Neisse now began to fear lest the +awful night wanderers might shortly enter their own +houses. Some of the chief magistrates earnestly entreated +the mayor to lay the charm by making good his word to +the bag-piper. But the mayor would not listen to it; he +even pretended that Robert shared in the infernal arts of the +old piper, and added, ‘The son deserves rather the funeral +pile than the bridal bed.’</p> + +<p>But in the following night the dancing spectres came +again into the town, and although no music was heard, yet +it was easily seen by their motions that the dancers went +through the figure of the ‘Grandfather’s Dance.’ This +night they behaved much worse than before, for they +stopped at the house wherein a betrothed damsel lived, and +here they turned in a wild whirling dance round a shadow, +which resembled perfectly the spinster in whose honour +they moved the nightly bridal dance. Next day the whole<span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">[254]</span> +town was filled with mourning, for all the damsels whose +shadows were seen dancing with the spectres had died +suddenly. The same thing happened again the following +night. The dancing skeletons turned before the houses, +and wherever they had been, there was, next morning, a +dead bride lying on the bier.</p> + +<p>The citizens were determined no longer to expose their +daughters and mistresses to such an imminent danger. They +threatened the mayor to carry Brunhelda away by force and +to lead her to Robert, unless the mayor would permit their +union to be celebrated before the beginning of the night. +The choice was a difficult one, for the mayor disliked the +one just as much as the other, but as he found himself in the +uncommon situation where a man may choose with perfect +freedom, he, as a free being, declared freely his daughter to +be Robert’s bride.</p> + +<p>Long before the spectre hour the guests sat at the +wedding table. The first stroke of the bell sounded, and +immediately the favourite tune of the well-known bridal +dance was heard. The guests, frightened to death, and +fearing the spell might still continue to work, hastened to +the windows, and beheld the bag-piper, followed by a long +row of figures in white shrouds, moving to the wedding-house. +He remained at the door and played, but the +procession went on slowly, and proceeded even to the festive +hall. Here the strange pale guests rubbed their eyes, and +looked about them full of astonishment, like sleep walkers +just awakened. The wedding guests fled behind the chairs +and tables; but soon the cheeks of the phantoms began to +colour, their white lips became blooming like young rosebuds; +they gazed at each other full of wonder and joy, and +well-known voices called friendly names. They were soon +known as revived corpses, now blooming in all the brightness +of youth and health: and who should they be but the brides +whose sudden death had filled the whole town with mourning, +and who, now recovered from their enchanted slumber, +had been led by Willibald with his magic pipe out of their +graves to the merry wedding feast. The wonderful old man<span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">[255]</span> +blew a last and cheerful farewell tune, and disappeared. He +was never seen again.</p> + +<p>Robert was of opinion, the bag-piper was no other than +the famous Spirit of the Silesian Mountains.<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> The young +painter had originally met him once when he travelled +through the hills, and acquired his goodwill by rendering +him some service, for the old man was, or pretended to be, +in great distress, and Robert gave him wine and food, and +housed him for many days. Then suddenly the strange +piper disappeared, but shortly returned and promised the +youth he would grant him anything he wished if he could, +and he declared that with his magic pipes he could subdue +anyone to his will. Then it was that Robert beseeched him to +help him to win the consent of the Mayor of Neisse to wed his +daughter. Willibald promised the youth to assist him in his +love-suit, and he kept his word, although after his own +jesting fashion.</p> + +<p>Robert remained all his lifetime a favourite with the +Spirit of the Mountains. He grew rich, and became celebrated. +His dear wife brought him every year a handsome +child, his pictures were sought after even in Italy and +England; and the ‘Dance of the Dead,’ of which Basil, +Antwerp, Dresden, Lubeck, and many other places boast, +are only copies or imitations of Robert’s original painting, +which he had executed in memory of the real ‘Dance of the +Dead at Neisse!’ But, alas! this picture is lost, and no +collector of paintings has yet been able to discover it, for the +gratification of the cognoscenti, and the benefit of the history +of the art.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> The Spirit of the Silesian Mountains plays a great part in the +German Popular Tales. He always appears full of mirth and whims. +The people know him best by his nickname Rubezahl, the turnip counter. +The accident which gave rise to this nickname has been related in a +masterly manner in <i>Musäus’s German Popular Tales</i>.</p> + +</div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">[256]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">XIV<br> + +THE MYSTIC SPELL<br> + +<span class="smcap">A Weird Story of Brazil</span></h2> +</div> +<p class="center">TOLD BY SIGNOR DON ALONZO RODERICK, SPANISH CONSUL AT RIO +DE JANEIRO.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Rio</span> and its neighbourhood is perhaps one of the most +beautiful spots on the face of the globe. Indeed, I am not +sure but what it may claim to be absolutely without a +rival, for it has features that are unique. Nature would +almost seem to have exhausted her efforts to build up a scene +which lacks no single detail necessary for imposing pictorial +effect, though, as most people know, hidden beneath all +this entrancing beauty death lurks in a hundred forms; and +he who is not wary and ever on his guard is liable to be +struck down with appalling suddenness.</p> + +<p>My predecessor had suffered much in his health, and +succumbed at last to the scourge of yellow fever. When I +arrived to take up his work I found everything in such +confusion that I had to labour very hard to reduce chaos +to order and put the consular business shipshape. It thus +came about that for many months I was unable to leave my +post in Rio, and as a consequence my health began to suffer. +Soon after my arrival I made the acquaintance of a Portuguese +gentleman named Azevedo Souza, a merchant of high +standing in Rio. His business was of a very mixed +character, and amongst other things he was an orchid +exporter. In this branch of his trading he had been exceptionally +successful. Through his instrumentality collectors<span class="pagenum" id="Page_257">[257]</span> +had had brought under their notice some wonderful and +hitherto unknown specimens of these marvels of nature. +His collecting station was far up north in the interior. He +spoke of it enthusiastically as an earthly paradise, and gave +me many pressing invitations to be his guest, when he paid +his periodical visits to look after his affairs in that region.</p> + +<p>Senhor Souza was an estimable gentleman, and very +highly respected. He had a charming family, amongst them +being a daughter, Juliette by name, and one of the sweetest +young ladies I have ever had the pleasure of associating with. +At this period Juliette was about seven-and-twenty, and as +the apple of his eye to her father. She was invaluable to +him in his business, at any rate to the orchid branch of it; +for not only had she an all-round cleverness, but probably +she knew more about orchids than any living woman. She +herself was the means of introducing to the scientific world +an entirely new orchid, the flower of which was of such +transcendent beauty that the Brazilians, used as they are to +floral glories, said that this particular bloom must have been +‘specially cultivated in God’s own garden.’ Juliette made +a most arduous and hazardous journey into the depths of +virgin forests in search of this plant, and narrowly escaped +losing her life.</p> + +<p>Perhaps, when I say that I was a bachelor the reader +will readily guess that my acquaintance with Juliette aroused +in me an admiration which I devoutly hoped would find its +consummation in a happy union, for she was by no means +indifferent to my attentions. Not only was she highly +cultivated, but had astonishing linguistic powers, and spoke +many languages fluently. She was perfectly acquainted +with Spanish, and had read the beautiful literature of Spain +extensively. Senhor Souza encouraged my suit, and at last +the time came when I was emboldened to tell Juliette she +was the one woman in the world who could make me happy. +Ah, I shall never forget that night until the grave closes +over me. We were seated in the veranda of Senhor +Souza’s splendid villa, situated just on the outskirts of the +town, and commanding an enchanting view of the bay of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">[258]</span> +Rio, with its remarkable Sugar Loaf Mountain and the +marvellous range beyond it. And what a night it was! +The glory of the stars, shining as they can only shine in the +tropics; the sparkling moonlit sea; the soft, flower-perfumed +breeze that stirred the foliage to a languorous <i>susurrus</i>; the +fireflies that like living jewels filled the air, begot in one a +feeling of reverence, and strengthened one’s faith in the +Great God who created such a world of beauty. Those +who have never experienced such a night under a tropical +sky know nothing of what the true poetry of nature means. +It stirs one with a ravishing, ecstatic feeling of delight which +is a foretaste of the joys of heaven.</p> + +<p>I had been sitting for some time with Juliette’s hand in +mine. We were silent, being deeply impressed with the +magical beauty of the night, for we both had poetical +instincts; indeed, Juliette’s was a highly strung romantic +temperament, and she was able to express her thoughts in +language that could stir the pulses and move to tears.</p> + +<p>But this night of all nights was a night for love, and as +I pressed her hand I asked her to crown my happiness by +becoming my wife. To my astonishment she shuddered, +sighed deeply, and then in a tone of the most touching +pathos exclaimed:</p> + +<p>‘Oh, why—oh, why have you asked me that?’</p> + +<p>‘Juliette,’ I answered in amazement, ‘is it not a natural +question for a man to ask a woman sooner or later, when +every beat of his heart tells him that he loves her?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, yes,’ she replied in distressful tones, and shuddering +again violently, ‘but, but——’</p> + +<p>‘But what?’ I asked as she paused.</p> + +<p>‘I pray you press me not for an answer.’</p> + +<p>‘This is extraordinary!’ I remarked, feeling distressed +beyond the power of words to express; and yet, distressed as +I was, she was infinitely more troubled; she sobbed like one +whose heart was rent. ‘You know that I love you, Juliette,’ +I went on. ‘You have encouraged me. You have tacitly +bidden me to hope; and now——’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, yes, yes,’ she cried with a catching of her breath,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">[259]</span> +and a spasmodic closing of her fingers round mine. ‘And +I love you, I love you. But I have been living in a fool’s +paradise. I have been dreaming dreams. I thought that +the sweet delicious time would go on indefinitely. You +waken me now abruptly, and I no longer dream. I must +not, cannot be your wife.’</p> + +<p>‘Juliette, what is this mystery?’ I exclaimed, growing +excited, for I was sure some extraordinary influence was at +work, and that she was under a spell.</p> + +<p>She laughed, though it wasn’t the light laugh of joy +peculiar to her, but a little forced spasmodic laugh of bitterness +and despair.</p> + +<p>‘I will tell you,’ she answered, trying to master her +emotions by a mighty effort of will. ‘It is better that you +should know, otherwise you may deem me fickle, and think +that I have trifled with your feelings. Years ago, when I +was a little girl, I had a nurse, a strange old Brazilian crone +who had been in the family service for many years. She +was very fond of all my brothers and sisters, but for some +reason I could never understand took a strong dislike to me. +I think this dislike was mutual, for I remember that she used +to make me shudder at times, and fill me with a nameless +dread. This, perhaps, was hardly to be wondered at, for she +treated me roughly and unkindly, and many a time I +complained to my father. He, however, shared my mother’s +belief in the old woman’s fidelity and gentleness, and would +chide me for what he termed my unfounded, childish fears. +Consequently I ceased to complain, and kept my little +sorrows to myself.</p> + +<p>‘The name of this old nurse was Joanna Maria. One +day she and I and an elder sister who was about two years +my senior had been down to the bay, and wandering about +the sea-shore in search of the beautiful shells which are +often thrown up after a storm. Old Joanna was peculiarly +irritable and fretful that morning. Once, when I stumbled +over a rock and fell into a pool of sea-water, she snatched +me up fiercely, and shook me until nearly all the life was +frightened out of me. Then she sat down, made me sit<span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">[260]</span> +beside her, and, looking at me fixedly with her bleared eyes, +said:</p> + +<p>‘“I am going to tell you your future. It grows dark, +very dark; a foreigner will come from over the sea and +will talk love to you, but if you listen to him and become +his wife, a sudden and awful death will overtake you; you +will leave him a widow while yet he is a bridegroom. Love +and wifedom are not for you. I put a curse upon you.”’</p> + +<p>In spite of the fact that dear Juliette told me this with +moving solemnity and gravity, I burst into laughter, and +taking her in my arms said:</p> + +<p>‘Juliette, my beloved, what nonsense all this is! Surely +you, with your high intelligence and great learning, do not +attach the slightest importance to the malicious and spiteful +utterances of an ignorant old crone. No, no, I am sure +you don’t. You are too sensible. Put these phantom fears +away, darling, and trust to my great love to shield you from +all harm. Say you love me; say you will be my bride. Do +not send me from you on this wonderful night of beauty +with a great load of sorrow at my heart. Speak, Juliette, +my love, my life—comfort me. Tell me you will link +your fate with mine.’</p> + +<p>She sighed in response to my appeal. Then pressing her +soft, fair cheek against mine, she tightened her arms around +my neck and murmured low and sweetly:</p> + +<p>‘Yes, beloved, you are right. I will put the foolish, +superstitious fear behind me. Old Joanna has long been +dead, and I ought never to have allowed her empty, spiteful +words to have influenced me. Take me, dear, when you +will. I am yours only. I will be your wife! I will be +faithful unto death!’</p> + +<p>Scarcely had she uttered the words when she broke +from me, and uttering a shrill scream of terror, sank into her +chair, and, pointing to the far end of the veranda like one +distraught, cried:</p> + +<p>‘There she is, there she is! Take her away, take her +away, for I am horrified!’</p> + +<p>Naturally my eyes turned to where she pointed, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">[261]</span> +though I was neither a nervous nor a superstitious man, I +started with a feeling of horror, for I beheld the shadowy +form of an old negress. The moonlight fell full upon her +repulsive face, which was filled with a look of hatred, while +her eyes, glowing like a wild cat’s, glared at me with a spite +that would be difficult to describe. In a few moments her +lips parted, revealing the white teeth that glistened in the +pale light, and distinctly and unmistakably I heard these +words: ‘Shun her, the curse is on her! She will die as I +foretold.’</p> + +<p>Juliette heard this too, and with a pitiable scream of +fright she fell in a swoon on the floor. The scream brought +the servants and her father rushing from the house, and as +they raised the prostrate lady up, they directed angry +glances at me, as though they thought that I had done some +wrong.</p> + +<p>I was confused and trembling. I glanced towards the +end of the veranda to where I had seen the vision, but there +was nothing in sight, and I was recalled to my senses by +the voice of Senhor Souza, who somewhat peremptorily +demanded to know what had caused his daughter’s illness.</p> + +<p>‘Senhor Souza,’ I answered, thinking it was better to +be perfectly frank with him, ‘as you know, Juliette and I +love each other. To-night I have asked her to be my wife. +She consented. Immediately afterwards we heard a sigh, +and turning beheld a vision which so alarmed your daughter +that she screamed and fainted.’</p> + +<p>‘This is a strange story, very strange,’ he muttered; +‘and it is ominous. Tell me more about it?’ The +Brazilians are all more or less superstitious, and Senhor +Souza was no exception. Having seen his daughter borne +into the house and attended to by her maid and the female +servants, he returned to me and made me relate minutely +all that had passed.</p> + +<p>As I felt that I ought not to conceal anything I gave +him a plain, straightforward statement of the facts. He was +much impressed and evidently uneasy. Again and again he +asked me if I had seen the vision. Of course I had no<span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">[262]</span> +alternative but to assure him that I could not have been +mistaken, although I had no explanation to offer. I told +him I was not given to seeing visions, that up to that +night I had always been very sceptical; but now I was either +a victim of a trick of the brain or I had seen what I had +described. Moreover, I was certain, I said, that Juliette +had seen it too. Otherwise, why did she scream and faint?</p> + +<p>Senhor Souza showed decided reluctance to discuss the +subject further that night, for he was evidently deeply +affected, and much concerned about his daughter. So +when I had been assured that Juliette was recovering, and +would probably be all right in the morning, I returned to +the town. As I drove along in the moonlight, I recalled +all that had transpired, and I confess to a feeling of decided +uneasiness. The fact is, I was unnerved a little. I had +received a shock and its effects were not easily shaken off.</p> + +<p>I did not sleep very well that night, but with the coming +day my fears dispelled, and I quite recovered my wonted +buoyancy when a special messenger brought me a little +note from my Juliette to say that she was much better. +That cheered me, and I was inclined to rate myself for +having been so weak. But, of course, we are always brave +in the day. Darkness makes cowards of us.</p> + +<p>As soon as my duties permitted I rode out to Senhor +Souza’s villa and was pleased at being met on the threshold +by Juliette. She looked pale and anxious, and a trace of +fear still lingered in her beautiful eyes. We wandered into +the garden together, and when the psychological moment +had arrived, as I thought, I renewed my love-vows, and +again urged her to consent to become my wife. Something +of the previous night’s agitation affected her, and as she +clung to my arm as though she was afraid an unseen force +might attempt to pluck her from my side, she said:</p> + +<p>‘Are we justified, think you, in defying fate, and in +linking our lives together in spite of the curse?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, undoubtedly,’ I answered. ‘The curse is nonsense. +We can afford to laugh at the curse of a human +being.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">[263]</span>‘You saw the vision last night?’ she asked.</p> + +<p>‘Yes.’</p> + +<p>‘And heard it speak?’</p> + +<p>‘I did.’</p> + +<p>‘You know then that I am not the victim of a delusion. +At least, if I am so are you.’</p> + +<p>‘Beloved,’ I cried, ‘we are both victims of a delusion. +It is well that we should think so. Curses avail not, neither +can the dead harm us. Our happiness is in each other’s +keeping. Why should we throw it away? Surely we are +strong-minded enough to be indifferent to the meaningless +croakings of a spiteful and imbecile old woman. Hesitate, +therefore, no longer; say that you will be my wife.’</p> + +<p>Although my argument evidently told with her, she +could not quite make up her mind, and she murmured, +like one who was still under the influence of a great fear:</p> + +<p>‘I should like to, I should like to, dear one; but supposing +that dreadful prophecy <i>should</i> come true?’</p> + +<p>‘It won’t, my own love,’ I answered. ‘We have +nothing to fear from the living, and the dead—well, the +dead are done with.’</p> + +<p>‘Ah, you don’t know. Perhaps, perhaps not. Who +knows, who can tell? It may be that those who have +passed away may still have the power to injure us. The +old nurse hated me, and I fear that she has carried her +hate beyond the grave.’</p> + +<p>I used every argument I could to comfort and calm +her. I urged her again and again to speak the word that +would make my happiness complete. I told her that I was +then suffering in health as a result of the climate, and +weakened as I was, her refusal to comply with my request +would probably have a fatal effect.</p> + +<p>This latter argument appealed so forcibly to her that +even her superstitious fears were overcome, and she said at +last that if her father offered no objection she would not. +Speaking for myself, although the night previous I had +been much impressed, I was no longer so; nor was I +inclined to attach any importance to the supernatural<span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">[264]</span> +incident which had so alarmed us, consequently I felt +perfectly justified in leaving nothing undone to overcome +Juliette’s scruples and fears. And now, as I had gained +her consent, I suggested that we should go at once to her +father and get his sanction, for the time had come when +the state of my health demanded imperatively that I should +seek a change; that I should go away into the highlands +to recoup. But I was resolved not to go alone.</p> + +<p>By this time I had completely won her, and so we +went to Senhor Souza and told him of our wishes and +desires. I noticed that his olive cheeks blanched a little, and +a look of ineffable love and tenderness filled his eyes as he +gazed on his child, whose beauty at that moment seemed +to me the beauty of heaven, not of earth. The Senhor +appealed to her to speak her mind freely and candidly, +holding nothing in reserve. So she turned to me, and laid +both her soft white hands in mine, saying:</p> + +<p>‘Father, this man has my heart. My body, therefore, +belongs to him. Give me to him with your blessing, for +I love him.’</p> + +<p>The Senhor was deeply affected, and his voice was +broken by emotion as he spoke. He stepped towards us +and placed one hand on my head and the other on hers, +and looking at me with misty eyes, said:</p> + +<p>‘I give her to you; take her. Guard her, watch +over her, for she is my life; she is the core of my heart, +the apple of my eye. Be good to each other, be true, +loyal, and upright; and may God in His infinite mercy +and wisdom bless and prosper you, and give you long years +of peace, joy, and contentment. God bless you, God bless +you,’ he repeated with great fervency.</p> + +<p>The old man ceased. He could say no more, emotion +choked him. Juliette and I muttered a fervent ‘Amen, +amen!’ and then we were alone; the Senhor had hurried +from the room. I took my affianced wife in my arms, +and kissing her passionately, told her that every dark cloud +had gone. She sighed a sigh of joy, and nestled to me; +but instantly the joy was turned to a cry of horror and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">[265]</span> +alarm, for a mocking, bitter, fiendish laugh broke on our +ears, and turning from whence the sound came, we saw a +nebulous form defined against a background of velvet curtain +that hung as a portière before a door. It was impossible +to recognise the figure, and it faded in a few moments +like a passing shadow. The laugh, however, was unmistakable. +We both heard it. It struck against our hearts; +it beat in on our brains.</p> + +<p>‘My love, my love!’ I whispered in Juliette’s ear, as +she seemed as if she would swoon in my arms; ‘be strong, +be brave. God will smile upon us. The saints will watch +over us.’</p> + +<p>‘Ah, dear one,’ she exclaimed; ‘let me go from you +for ever, for it is destined I shall bring you woe and life-long +sorrow.’</p> + +<p>‘Juliette, not all the fiends in the nether world shall +part me from you,’ I answered firmly. ‘We are pledged +to each other, and your father has blessed us. We will +have no fear, but go on our way with light hearts, and put +our trust in God.’</p> + +<p>She seemed comforted, and I remained there until late. +The morrow was to see the commencement of the preparations +for our nuptials.</p> + +<p>During the ensuing weeks Juliette quite recovered her +spirits. Or, at any rate, whatever her feelings and thoughts +were, she was at pains to conceal them. It was arranged +that our honeymoon was to be spent in the highlands, at +the Senhor’s orchid station. I was looking forward to the +time of my departure from Rio with intense joy, as I was +terribly enervated, and yearned to breathe the pure and +bracing air of the mountain lands.</p> + +<p>At length our marriage morning came, as bright and +brilliant a day as ever broke on the fair earth. A few +fleecy clouds flecked the deep blue sky, and a fresh wind +blowing in from the sea tempered the great heat of the sun. +Surely no woman ever looked more divinely beautiful than +did my sweet wife on that her bridal morn. It seemed to +me that she was touched with a spiritual beauty that was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">[266]</span> +not of the earth. The pure white lilies that lay upon her +heaving bosom were not more wondrous fair than she. +When the ceremony had ended, she expressed a wish to +retire with me to a little chapel. There for a brief space we +might offer up silent prayer, and commune with our hearts. +Devoutly did she cross herself, and fervently did she pray +that she might make me happy.</p> + +<p>Ah, sweet Juliette, as I think, even at this far-off time, +of that morning, my heart turns to lead, and my brain +would give way, were it not that your sweet and gentle +spirit is ever near me, and bids me be of good cheer.</p> + +<p>When we had done justice to the sumptuous repast +provided for us by my father-in-law at the principal Rio +hotel, we left by the railway known as the <i>Estrada de Ferro +Dom Pedro</i>, and travelled for many hours to the extreme +northern limit of the line, a place called Carandahy. My +father-in-law was to follow us in a few days. He would +have started with us, but was compelled to remain behind to +settle up certain business matters. My love and I remained +that night at Carandahy, at the house of Senhor Oliveira, a +great friend of my wife’s father, who had kindly placed his +house at our disposal.</p> + +<p>We spent three days in that bracing mountain station, +where every breath I drew seemed to put new life into my +enervated frame. And my dear wife had now quite recovered +her spirits, and was as blithe and happy as a lark. +Everyone was so kind; the scenery was so wonderful; the +air so invigorating, and we twain were so perfectly happy +that we felt a thankfulness which could find no expression in +mere words. But there is a dumb eloquence which is +greater than speech; and there are moments of ecstasy +when one can only express one’s feelings by silence. Such +moments were those we passed at the mountain station of +Carandahy. The joy was great; alas! too great to last, as +was soon to be proved.</p> + +<p>As our destination was Paraúna, on the banks of the +river of the same name, we left Carandahy on horseback,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_267">[267]</span> +with a number of servants and attendants, while our baggage +was to be brought on by ox waggon.</p> + +<p>At Paraúna Senhor Souza had one of his orchid collecting +stations, and in due course we arrived at the place, which +is magnificently situated, while the dense forests in the +neighbourhood are the homes of some of the most beautiful +orchids in the world. It is a small town, but of no small +importance, as in the neighbouring mountains there are some +mines of precious stones which, though worked in a very +desultory and half-hearted way, produce considerable wealth.</p> + +<p>The Senhor’s station was situated a little distance from +the town, in a rather lonely spot on the banks of the river. +It was in charge of a foreman named Chrispiniano Soares, +and he had under him five or six Brazilian packers, and many +orchid hunters, mostly Indians, who were intimately acquainted +with the country round about for leagues and leagues.</p> + +<p>My dear Juliette knew the place well also, as she had been +there before; and now she displayed the greatest interest in +the work that was being carried on, while her knowledge +of the various species of plants brought in was wonderful. +She could classify and name every plant.</p> + +<p>Those were long delightful happy days. I was her +willing, loving, devoted student, and she was my worshipped +teacher. It made her so happy to explain to me the names +and habits of the plants; and it filled me with happiness to +see her happy. Neither of us ever reverted to the strange +visitation in Rio, nor to the prophecy of the old nurse. Indeed, +I don’t think we thought of it—at least I didn’t—our +happiness was too great. No shadow fell upon it, and yet +an awful, damnable shadow was creeping up. Oh, if I had +only had some faint warning! Why was there no angel in +heaven to give me some sign so that I might have saved my +darling. But no sound came. No sign arose. It seemed +as if all the people worshipped my sweet wife. She was so +beautiful, so kind, so gentle, so womanly. But no one was +possessed with prescience to utter a word of alarm to put me on +my guard, so that I might have striven to avert the awful +doom.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_268">[268]</span>One day it chanced that a mule I was riding stumbled +over a piece of timber and threw me, somewhat injuring my +right leg, so that I had to lay up for a little while. I urged +my dear one not to let my enforced imprisonment—which I +was assured would only be of a few days’ duration—prevent +her from taking her accustomed exercise. She said that +she should remain by my side; but, oh, poor blind being that +I was, the fiend prompted me to insist that she should go out +and enjoy herself. It was not the custom of the country for +ladies to go out alone, but in Juliette’s case the circumstances +were somewhat different. Firstly, her father, who had +travelled a good deal, had brought her up more in the English +fashion, and she was accorded vastly more liberty than is +generally accorded to Brazilian girls. And secondly, she +had proved herself so useful in the orchid branch of her +father’s business that he had allowed her to do much as +she liked; and she had on more than one occasion gone out +with some of the hunters into the very depths of the virgin +forests, braving all the terrible dangers incidental to the +pursuit of the blooms, and braving the hardships inseparable +from it. In many ways Juliette was a wonderful woman. +She was as clever as she was beautiful, and I who pen these +lines declare solemnly that she was without a fault. Of +course you will say I speak with a lover’s enthusiasm. Very +well, let it be so. But I think of her, and I see her, as an +angel of God, with the golden light of heaven upon her +wings. In the first hours of my awful sorrow, when my +heart was rent in twain and my poor brain was bursting, I +think I cursed God, and called impiously upon Heaven to +justify the act which plunged me suddenly from the happiest +man on earth to the depths of a blank, maddening, damnable +despair. But Heaven was silent, and God in His infinite +wisdom let me suffer until the awful revelation was made to +me which I shall presently record. Then I bowed my head +and prayed to Him to smite me. But I lived. And it is +only now, when long years have passed, and I draw nearer +and nearer to the hour when I shall take my departure to +my love, who waits for me with outstretched arms on<span class="pagenum" id="Page_269">[269]</span> +heaven’s frontiers, that I am able to write calmly and think +calmly.</p> + +<p>In this necessarily brief record I have shown no disposition +to moralise; but I would venture to observe here that +some lives are mysteries from their beginning to their end. +The majority of people perhaps lead common, humdrum, +vulgar, unemotional lives. And they die, never having +known what it is to live; but few I fancy could be found +who will venture to deny that in the words of the great +English poet, ‘There are more things in heaven and earth +than are dreamt of in our philosophy.’ We are after all but +poor weak things, with but a limited vision, and to few only +is it given to pierce the veil that screens us from Sheol. But +to return to the thread of my story.</p> + +<p>Juliette yielded to my persuasions, and one morning she +said, if I could spare her, she was going with an old and +faithful attendant, one Jocelino who all his life had been in +her father’s employ, to a fazenda (farm), about a two leagues’ +ride, to see a negro who, according to a report, had secured +a specimen of an orchid not at that time classified. In my +sweet love’s interest, as I thought then, I bade her go. And +so her dear lips pressed mine, and promising that before the +sun was below the horizon she would be at my side again, +she went from me, and I looked upon her living face for the +last time.</p> + +<p>The sun gradually declined, and sank in gold and +blood-red glory, but my love came not. One by one the +great stars defined themselves in the deep blue heavens, but +my love came not. The moon climbed up and flooded the +earth with a mystic silver sheen, and yet she who was my +heart and soul was still absent. A deadly fear stole upon +me, and a strange foreboding turned me cold. I summoned +Chrispiniano to my side and commanded him to get as many +of his men together as he could, and, dividing them into +parties, send them out to search for my missing love. He +tried to reassure me that all was well. She had been benighted, +he said, and had found refuge at some fazenda. Old +Jocelino, he declared, knew every inch of the country for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_270">[270]</span> +scores of leagues, and was so devotedly attached to the young +mistress that he would gladly yield up his life for her.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, Senhor,’ continued Chrispiniano, ‘take my word +for it. Your dear lady is safe with old Jocelino, and the +morrow will be but young when your eyes will again be +gladdened with the sight of your wife.’</p> + +<p>I admit that the foreman’s words did afford me some +comfort. Juliette, I thought, had allowed her enthusiasm +to make her forgetful of the flight of time; and as night +travelling in that country is out of the question, owing to the +hundred and one dangers that beset the traveller who ventures +to go forth in the darkness, she had sought the shelter +of some hospitable roof, and so I countermanded the order +for the search parties. But I passed an awful, restless night. +No sleep came to me, and when the morning dawned I +uttered a fervent ‘Thank God!’ But that day was to prove +worse than the preceding night—a day of awful, brain-corroding +suspense. Instead of my love coming to me with +the golden morn, no tidings of her were obtainable when the +day was darkening to its close. Crippled as I was, I insisted +on a horse being saddled, as I was determined to go and seek +her; but when I attempted to mount into the saddle I found +it to be physically impossible. So I had myself lifted up, but +was unable to grip with my legs, and fell off again. I was +therefore perforce compelled to desist in my attempt, but I +sent into the town of Paraúna and offered a big reward to +anyone who would go in search of my dear one, and bring +me tidings. In less than an hour a party of two dozen +mounted men was formed, and, dividing into sixes, each set +off in a different direction.</p> + +<p>I will make no attempt to describe the horrible suspense +of that night. When the sun began to glow again in the +heavens it found me feverish and well nigh distraught. The +people at the station did their best to comfort me. They +tried to cheer me; they spoke hopefully; they expressed +themselves as certain that all would be well. But all their +good-intentioned efforts were fruitless; some strange foreboding +possessed me. If I looked up to the heavens it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_271">[271]</span> +seemed to me as if I were looking through smoked glass; +and during those heavy hours I fancied I heard a weird and +hollow voice repeating in my ears these words:</p> + +<p>‘At last it is fulfilled! At last it is fulfilled!’</p> + +<p>I had had myself placed on a couch in the veranda +which commanded a view of the wood, and there I sat, and +endured and suffered—not from the physical pain of my +injured limb, for I felt nothing of it, but from mental +torture.</p> + +<p>As the afternoon waned I suddenly saw an Indian +rushing down the road in an excited state. My heart leapt +into my mouth, for I was sure he was the bearer of tidings. +He tore up the steps of the veranda without any ceremony, +and falling at my feet began to smite his breast, as is the +custom of these people when they are the bearers of bad +news. Then he wailed out his message:</p> + +<p>‘They have been found, and are being brought here; +but they are both dead.’</p> + +<p>The words beat in upon my tortured brain like the blows +from a sledge-hammer. I have only a vague, dream-like +knowledge of what followed. In my frenzy I rose like a +giant in wrath, and I hurled the poor Indian from me with +such terrific force that concussion of the brain, as I understand, +ensued, and for days his life was despaired of. But I +knew naught of all this. A merciful Providence stunned +me, and day after day went by and I lay like one entranced. +During this blank, my sweet wife and old Jocelino were +hidden from the sight of men for ever and ever, for quick +burial in that climate is imperatively necessary.</p> + +<p>Senhor Souza, my father-in-law, arrived in time to +attend to the funeral of his child, but the poor old man’s +heart was broken. They aver that when he turned from +the graveside he looked twenty years older. All the light +had gone out of his eyes, his back was bent, and he tottered +and reeled and staggered like one who had the palsy. But +a strong will power upheld him for a time, because he +had a duty to fulfil, which was to endeavour to bring the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_272">[272]</span> +murderer or murderers to justice, for my dear one and Jocelino +were both barbarously done to death.</p> + +<p>You who have never suffered a great wrong at the +hands of your fellow man may preach against vengeance; +but as it is no virtue for a man to be honest when he has +well-filled coffers, so he who decries vengeance when he has +not been wronged is but an idle preacher. Let someone rob +you of your most precious inheritance, and see then if you +can sit calmly and exclaim ‘Kismet!’</p> + +<p>Now listen to the story as it was gradually revealed to +me when, after lying stunned and dazed for nearly three +weeks, I began to realise once more that I was in the world +of the living. Listen to it, I say, and you will not be surprised +that I thirsted for vengeance. Up above the valley +of Paraúna was a wild, barren, sun-scorched plateau which, +after some three leagues or so, dipped abruptly into a gorge +of great extent filled with virgin forest. Just where the +plateau joined this belt of vegetation, the searchers found +the bodies of Juliette and Jocelino. They were lying on +their backs, and between them was a huge dead coral snake, +one of the most deadly reptiles found in the Brazils. As it is +not unusual for those who are bitten by this hideous +creature to die almost immediately, so virulent and powerful +is the venom it injects into the blood of its victims, that +it was not an unnatural thought that both Juliette and the +old servant had been bitten by the reptile. But two things +served to almost instantly dispel this belief. The head of +the snake was crushed, and on the bosom of sweet Juliette’s +dress, as well as on the shirt of the man, was a great patch +of blood. And when the bodies were brought down and +examined by a doctor it was discovered that both had died +by being stabbed to the heart with a long thin knife, and +there was no sign or symptom of snake-bite.</p> + +<p>The dead coral snake lying between them, therefore, +only added to the mystery. The horses they had ridden +returned after many days by themselves. They had +evidently wandered far and suffered much, but they were +dumb and could tell nothing of the awful tale. They still<span class="pagenum" id="Page_273">[273]</span> +carried their saddles and trappings. Nothing had been +stolen. The mystery deepened, but about the mode of +death there was no mystery. It was murder. Murder, +cruel, revolting, damnable. Where the bodies were found +a diligent search was made for the weapon with which the +crime was committed, but it was not discovered. Jocelino, +like all Brazilians who live in the country, carried a hunting +knife, but it was long and broad, and it was resting unstained +in its sheath attached to his belt.</p> + +<p>Again I say it was murder—cruel, fiendish, deliberate +murder. A crime so foul that it must have made the angels +weep, and yet no angel in heaven stretched forth his hand +to save my beloved from her awful end.</p> + +<p>Bowed and broken though he was, Senhor Souza +thirsted for vengeance on the slayer of his child, whom he +loved with a tenderness passing words, and he offered a +lavish reward to anyone who would track the murderer +down. To any individual of the people of that region the +reward would have been a fortune, and Brazilian and Indian +alike were stimulated to almost superhuman exertion. But +the mystery defied their solving. The bodies lying side by +side and the dead snake between them were elements in the +puzzle to which no brain in that community seemed capable +of finding an answer. As days went by and there was no +result the reward was increased. The authorities themselves, +usually lethargic and indifferent in Brazil, bestirred themselves +in an unusual manner; but nothing came of it all. +And as I began to drift back slowly to the living world, the +old Senhor took to his bed, for his heart was broken. And +it was decreed that he should rise no more as a man amongst +men, for after lingering helpless and imbecile for many +months, they carried him forth one golden day amidst the +lamentations of his people, and laid him to rest beside his +daughter.</p> + +<p>And now what of myself? I have that still to tell +which, for ghastly horror, has scarcely any parallel.</p> + +<p>When I was able to realise the full measure of my +sorrow, I knew that my beloved wife had been foully slain,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_274">[274]</span> +and the motive for the crime was hard to define. But it +seemed to me as I examined into the matter that probably +she and the old servant had fallen victims to some strange +superstition, and that might account for the dead snake +being found between them. But whatever the motive that +led to this diabolical destruction of two human beings, it was +exceedingly desirable that the criminal should be discovered, +so that he might be made an example of, as a terror to others +who were inclined to evil-doing. In Brazil, unhappily, +crime is common, but detection rare; at least, it is so in the +wilder parts of the country. Money, however, is so greedily +coveted by Brazilian and Indian alike that I watched with +feverish yet hopeful anxiety the result of my father-in-law’s +large reward. And when I found there were no results, I +added to it considerably myself, and I sent to Rio for a man +who bore a high reputation as a detective. He was a half-breed +in the Government employ, but he was just as much +a failure as anyone else. He learnt nothing. The mystery +remained a mystery.</p> + +<p>After this it seemed to me that further effort would +be useless, for weeks had passed since the commission of the +deed, and every day that went by only served to increase +the difficulty. Around us was an immense tract of country +consisting of valley, mountain, and virgin forest. Most of +the tract was sparsely populated. There were no telegraph +wires, no railways.</p> + +<p>As may be supposed, I felt reluctant to tear myself away +from the spot where my sweet one slept—notwithstanding +that the place was hateful to me, for it was associated with +her mysterious death. But duty called, and I had already +been too long absent from my post. Everything, however, +seemed hateful to me. Life itself had lost its savour, for the +light of my life had gone out. No man could have been +happier than I when I arrived in Paraúna. A few short +weeks and that happiness had been turned to a sorrow so +deep, so overwhelming that I solemnly declare I would have +faced death with the most perfect resignation, and with the +sure and certain hope that I should meet my darling in a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_275">[275]</span> +world where there is neither sorrow nor sighing. But my +departure could no longer be delayed, and my preparations +being completed I had arranged to start on the morrow.</p> + +<p>That night, after my evening meal, I sat alone, feeling +miserable, dejected, broken-hearted, when there came to me +old José, one of the station hands. He had been born and +brought up in the Paraúna district, and had never travelled +fifty leagues away from his birthplace. He was intensely +superstitious, intensely devout, and no less intensely bigoted; +but he had been a faithful servitor, and though he was then +bowed and frail he was still retained in the service.</p> + +<p>‘Senhor,’ he began, making a profound obeisance, ‘truly +it is sad that the mystery of your sweet lady’s and Jocelino’s +death has not been solved. But what money has failed to +accomplish devilry may do.’</p> + +<p>He looked so strange that I thought he must have been +indulging too freely in the native wine, and I asked sharply, +‘What do you mean?’</p> + +<p>‘Let not your anger fall on me, Senhor. I do not practise +devilry myself; the saints guard me from it.’ Here he +shuddered and crossed himself. ‘But I have heard some +wonderful stories of Anita, though, God be praised, I have +given her a wide berth.’ He crossed himself again.</p> + +<p>‘Anita! who is Anita?’ I exclaimed impatiently.</p> + +<p>‘The devil’s agent, Senhor,’ he answered, ‘as all the +country knows for miles round; but few can look upon her +and live.’</p> + +<p>‘Do not befool me with this nonsense,’ I said. ‘I am +sick at heart, and weary. Go. Leave me. I am in no +mood to listen to silly stories.’</p> + +<p>‘Nay, Senhor, I have no desire to befool you. But +Anita—may the Virgin guard us from evil—is a witch, and +they do say she has power over life and death. Perhaps—I +only say perhaps—she might help you to bring the murderer +to justice.’</p> + +<p>Although I was irritated and annoyed, and inclined to +peremptorily order the old fellow out of my presence, I restrained +myself, he seemed so earnest, so sincere. So I was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_276">[276]</span> +induced to question him further, and I learnt that somewhere +up in the mountains an old and withered woman +dwelt in a cavern, and consorted with snakes and wild animals, +but was shunned by human beings as a rule, for she +was said to possess the evil eye, and it was generally believed +that she could assume any shape, and drive men mad with +fear. Anyway she was accredited with superhuman +powers, and could show you your future as well as read your +past.</p> + +<p>I suppose that the frame of mind I was then in, coupled +with a remembrance of the extraordinary incidents in Rio, +had something to do with my desire to know more of this +witch-woman, and I asked José if he could take me to her. +But he seemed startled by the bare suggestion, and again +made the sign of the cross on his breast and forehead. No, +he could not, and would not, though I poured gold in sackfuls +at his feet; but there was Torquato, the negro in the +village, he might for a consideration conduct me to Anita. +Torquato was a dissolute, drunken fellow; by calling, a +hunter, and used to making long and lonely journeys over +the prairies and into the depths of the virgin forests. He +was daring withal, and he had boasted in his cups that he +had often sat with Anita, and she had shown him wonders. +But of course no one believed him. They called him +braggart and liar. Anxious to test if there was any truth in +José’s wonderful stories of Anita’s power, I bade him fetch +Torquato to me. What I had witnessed in Rio and what +had happened since had removed my scepticism, if ever I +had been sceptical, and now I was disposed to clutch at any +desperate chance that promised to solve the mystery. In +about an hour Torquato was introduced to me. He was a +pure negro of powerful build, but beyond that was not remarkable. +He was ignorant, but intelligent, and had the +instincts of the born hunter. I questioned him closely. +Yes, he knew Anita, he assured me, and could guide me to +her. She was undoubtedly in league with the Evil One, he +averred, and could perform miracles. The only way I could +propitiate her would be by taking her an offering of tobacco<span class="pagenum" id="Page_277">[277]</span> +and rum, for which she had a great partiality. My curiosity +being aroused, I resolved to postpone my journey, and start +off at daybreak, with Torquato as guide, to visit Anita, +for he undertook to guide me, and said that as he had always +propitiated the witch-woman he did not fear her, but he +would not be answerable for me. I must take all risk. +The weather, which up to then had been exceptionally fine, +changed in the night, and the morning broke with a threatening +and lowering sky. The natives predicted a great +storm, but in that region a storm threatens long before it +breaks, so I started off with Torquato, for I could not restrain +my impatience; he carrying on his broad shoulders +a knapsack containing, amongst other things, a quantity of +rum and tobacco, in accordance with his advice. I had +taken the precaution to fully arm myself. I had a double-barrelled +hunting rifle, a six-chambered revolver, and a formidable +hunting knife, as well as a plentiful supply of ammunition. +Our road lay by a rough track that wound +up precipitous slopes; then across a strip of prairie and forest; +and finally we had to toil up a sun-smitten, weather-scarred +mountain side. But during our journey we had caught no +glimpse of the sun. The overcast sky had been growing +blacker and blacker, and when we reached the mountain +heavy drops of rain began to patter down, and from out the +darkened heavens there leapt a blinding flash of fire that +seemed to extend from horizon to horizon; it was followed +instantly by a peal of thunder that crashed and reverberated +until one could almost have imagined that the end of all things +had come. So terrific are these storms in the highlands of +Brazil that they are very alarming to anyone unaccustomed +to them; moreover, the deluge of rain that falls makes a +shelter not only desirable but necessary. Fortunately, the +rain was only spitting then, but Torquato began to look round +anxiously for shelter, when, with quite startling suddenness, +and as if she had risen from the earth, a woman stood before +us, and demanded to know what we wanted there. She +was the wildest, weirdest, strangest looking woman I have +ever set eyes upon. She was almost a dwarf in stature, with<span class="pagenum" id="Page_278">[278]</span> +misshapen limbs, and long skinny arms out of all proportion +to the rest of her body. Her face—I declare it +solemnly—was hardly human. It was more like a gargoyle +from some old cathedral. A few scant grey hairs covered +her head; and her chin and lips were also covered with a +growth of wiry grey hair. Curiously enough, she had +excellent teeth, which were in striking contrast to the rest +of her appearance, and her eyes, deep sunk in their sockets +and overhung with a pent-house fringe of wiry hair, were +keen and brilliant as a hawk’s, and seemed to look not at +you but through you. The upper part of her body was +clothed with a blanket, tied with a piece of rope at the +waist, but her arms, legs, and feet were bare.</p> + +<p>This singular-looking being was the woman we were +seeking. Torquato recognised and saluted her, and spoke +some words in the Indian language which I did not understand. +She then addressed me in Portuguese, and as I +marvelled at her perfect teeth and brilliant eyes, I marvelled +still more at the clearness of her voice. Its tones +were the dulcet tones of a young girl’s. Indeed, I am not +sure if that is a right description, for a girl’s voice is often +harsh, whereas Anita’s was sweet and mellow. But +in general appearance no more repulsive being could be +imagined, and it was easy to understand how great an +influence she could exert over the minds of superstitious +people; nor am I ashamed to confess that I myself regarded +her with a mixture of curiosity and fear.</p> + +<p>‘The Senhor seeks me?’ she said.</p> + +<p>‘Yes.’</p> + +<p>‘Follow then, and I will give you shelter from the storm.’</p> + +<p>She turned and led the way up the mountain. Although +her feet were bare, the rocks made no impression upon her, +and yet my feet were hurt, well shod as I was. Suddenly +we came upon a sort of rocky platform before the entrance +to a cave. It was on the very edge of a deep ravine—a rent +in the earth, caused probably by an earthquake in the first +instance, and gradually widened and deepened by the action +of water. The sides of this ravine went down in broken<span class="pagenum" id="Page_279">[279]</span> +precipices for thousands of feet, and were clothed with dense +undergrowth and monstrous ferns, the home, as one could +well imagine, of every reptile and loathsome insect to be found +in Brazil. At the bottom of the ravine was a brawling +river.</p> + +<p>We had scarcely gained the shelter of the cave, at the +mouth of which some wood ashes still smouldered, when the +storm burst with appalling fury. We could see the lightning +occasionally smite the rocks, tearing off great masses and +hurling them into the dark depths of the ravine, where +probably human foot had never yet trod; while the roll of +the thunder was so awful that it seemed like the bursting up +of the universe. Anita appeared to delight in the storm, and +now and again she raised her long skinny arms straight up +above her head and laughed like one demented. Presently +she turned and motioned us to follow her, and led the way +into the depths of the cavern, having first lighted a pine +torch which she drew from a recess in the rocks, and plunged +it into the glowing ashes. We went along a kind of corridor, +but had to stoop low to avoid battering our skulls against +the jagged roof. The floor was wet and soft, and Anita, in +answer to my inquiries, said it was due to a natural spring +of water which gave her a supply all the year round.</p> + +<p>When we had traversed about a dozen yards, the roof +got higher in the passage, and after another few yards we +found ourselves in a spacious chamber, with an almost +perfectly level floor. Looking up, one could see nothing +but darkness, so high was the roof, and beyond was what +appeared to be another passage. The cavern, according to +Anita, penetrated into the bowels of the mountains for more +than a league, but she alone knew the secrets of those inner +passages and chambers, and would reveal them to no one. I +was led to inquire the cause of a strange rumbling noise I +heard, and she told me it was due to a subterranean river.</p> + +<p>In the chamber in which we found ourselves a hammock +was stretched from two opposite points of rock, and afforded +the witch good sleeping quarters, no doubt. There were +also two or three wooden stools about, and on the floor,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_280">[280]</span> +arranged on what appeared to be a square of carpet, was a +miscellaneous collection of articles, including an old-fashioned +sword, some peculiarly shaped goblets, a large wooden bowl, +some human bones, several knives, including a hunting +knife, an old gun, and various boxes. In another corner of +the chamber I noticed a quantity of cooking utensils, which +seemed to indicate that there was a good deal of the human +about the old witch after all, and that if she loved solitude +she also liked a certain amount of comfort. In such a +country a woman of that kind was sure to get an evil +reputation, whether she deserved it or not.</p> + +<p>At my bidding Torquato unpacked his knapsack, and I +presented my peace-offering of tobacco and rum, which the +hag accepted with every sign of gratification, and filling a +wooden cup with some of the rum, tossed it off at a draught. +She had stuck the torch in a niche or hole in the rock, and +its flickering, dancing flame threw a Rembrandt weirdness +over the scene; and every time the woman’s eyes caught +the flame they glowed and glistened with such an unnatural +light that I experienced a sense of creepiness which is hard +to describe. The woman’s whole appearance was so uncanny +that while the hammock and the cooking utensils proclaimed +her human, she seemed altogether unnatural, and, I am +bound to add, devilish. She squatted on the floor while I +and Torquato occupied stools. I told her the purpose of +my errand; and the whole of the time while I was speaking +she fixed her glowing eyes upon me, but they did not look +at me, but through me. When I had finished my story she +drew her knees up, rested her chin on them, and became +very thoughtful; and though I spoke to her several times, +she made no reply, and Torquato said she was in a trance. +Whether that was really so or not I don’t know. But when +the silence had remained unbroken for nearly half an hour, +she rose up slowly, and not without a certain dignity and +grace, and turning her glowing eyes on me, said:</p> + +<p>‘In three days the Senhor will come here again when +the sun is declining, and I will talk with him.’</p> + +<p>‘But why not now,’ I asked, beginning to regard her as<span class="pagenum" id="Page_281">[281]</span> +a humbug whose strange and uncouth appearance helped +her to pass as a witch-woman.</p> + +<p>‘I have spoken. In three days,’ she replied, in such a +decisive, commanding manner that I felt further parley +would be useless.</p> + +<p>‘And can Torquato come with me?’ I asked.</p> + +<p>‘Yes. ’Tis well he should. Go.’</p> + +<p>There was no mistaking that peremptory order to +depart; and, led by the negro, I groped my way back +along the corridor, and was thankful to get into the open +air. The rain had ceased, but the thunder still growled, the +lightning still flashed; the air was delightful and refreshing +after the rain. We stood for a few minutes at the entrance +to the cavern, drinking in pure draughts of the cool fresh +air, when suddenly there issued from the cave an eldritch +scream, so piercing, so agonising that it seemed to indicate +suffering beyond human endurance, so startling that I +instinctively made a movement to rush back into the interior +of the cavern with a view to ascertaining the cause of that +awful cry. But Torquato gripped my arm like a vice, and +drew me forcibly away. His eyes were filled with a scared +expression, and his face told of deadly fear working within.</p> + +<p>‘Come away, come,’ he whispered with suppressed +excitement. ‘Anita is quarrelling with her master the +Devil, and he is scourging her.’</p> + +<p>I could hardly refrain from bursting into laughter at this +statement; but Torquato looked so serious, so terribly in +earnest, and evidently so firmly believed in what he said +that I refrained. He continued to drag me along for some +distance before he released my arm. He was then breathless +and agitated, and sat down on a rock, and removing his large +grass hat, he scraped the beads of perspiration from his +forehead.</p> + +<p>I was sorry, when I came to think of it, that I had +allowed myself to be baulked in my intention to learn the +cause of the strange wild cry which presumably came from +Anita’s lips; and for an instant I was tempted to reascend +the mountain and enter the cavern again. But a glance at<span class="pagenum" id="Page_282">[282]</span> +Torquato’s scared face caused me to alter my mind, and in +a few minutes we recommenced the descent, and in due +time got back to the station. I had then come to feel a +conviction that Anita was a humbug, and the scream was +part of her imposition.</p> + +<p>It was with something like feverish anxiety that I waited +for the three days to pass. I really had no faith at that time +in Anita’s powers to tell me what I wished to know; but she +was a remarkable creature, so uncanny and weird and wild +in her aspects, so interesting as a study of abnormity that I +was anxious to know more of her. I think I may safely say +curiosity prompted me more than anything else, though I +thought there was a bare possibility she <i>might</i> be able to clear +up the mystery. When the morning of the third day came +I found that Torquato was reluctant to again visit Anita, +but at last I overcame his reluctance and scruples by the +medium of silver dollars liberally bestowed, and without +making known the objects of our journey we set off, well-armed +as before, and well-provided with food in case of need. +We hadn’t the advantage of a clouded sky as on the previous +visit, and the sun beat down with pitiless rays from the clear +blue heavens. The heat was intense and tried my powers of +endurance very much, but Torquato, being a child of the sun, +was indifferent to the heat. As I suffered a good deal our +progress was necessarily slow. Moreover, we had to exercise +extreme caution on account of the numerous deadly snakes +that lay in our path basking in the broiling sun, amongst +them being the brilliant dazzling coral snake, one of the +most beautiful but most deadly of the serpent tribe. It +is a very vicious brute, and is said to be the only snake in +Brazil that will attack a man without provocation—though +in some districts the same thing is said about the Sorocotinga, +which is also terribly deadly, and with no beauty to fascinate +as in the case of the coral.</p> + +<p>So slow was our progress that the sun was far down +towards the western horizon when we reached our destination. +We were startled by suddenly and unexpectedly +coming upon Anita squatted on her haunches before the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_283">[283]</span> +entrance to the cavern, while round her right arm was coiled +a coral snake, its head moving backwards and forwards with +a rhythmical sway. Instinctively I drew back, for the sight +was so repulsive, but Anita rose and told us to follow her, +and when I expressed my dislike of the snake, she waved her +left hand before it, and its head and neck dropped straight +down as if it were dead. I was amazed, for this power over +the deadly reptile proved in itself that she was no ordinary +being, although she might be an impostor in other respects.</p> + +<p>Both Torquato and myself hesitated to follow the hag; +when noticing this she turned angrily and cried:</p> + +<p>‘Why come you here if you are afraid? You seek +knowledge which I alone can give you. If you are cowards, +go at once and come here no more.’</p> + +<p>The taunt had its effect. I did my best to overcome +the repugnance and even horror that I felt and entered the +cavern with boldness, or at any rate assumed boldness, and +Torquato followed. We reached the inner chamber where +we had been on the previous visit. A burning torch was +stuck in the rock, and threw a blood-red glare over the +scene. I noted that the carpet was no longer there, but in +its place stood a peculiarly shaped brazier containing living +charcoal that gave off unpleasant fumes.</p> + +<p>The old woman uncoiled the snake from her arm. It +offered no resistance. It appeared to be perfectly passive. +Then she coiled it into the figure of 8 at her feet, and +told us to sit cross-legged on the ground as she did.</p> + +<p>‘You seek to know the past,’ she said, fixing her awful +eyes upon me.</p> + +<p>‘Yes.’</p> + +<p>‘But not the future?’</p> + +<p>‘No.’</p> + +<p>‘’Tis well.’</p> + +<p>She began to make eccentric movements with both her +hands before our eyes, and what followed was as a dream. +I was conscious of a peculiar sense of languor stealing +over me that was far from unpleasant. Presently I saw the +woman snatch the burning torch from the niche in the rock<span class="pagenum" id="Page_284">[284]</span> +and extinguish it, and we were plunged in Cimmerian +gloom. A few minutes, as it seemed to me, passed, when a +startling and peculiar light permeated the cavern. It proceeded +from the brazier, from which rose a slender blue +column of vapour that gave off apparently a phosphorescent +glow. Anita was still standing, the snake was hanging from +her neck, its head darting backwards and forwards viciously +as if it were attacking its prey, while the woman with her +long skinny arms described figures in the air. The blue, +flowing column of smoke or vapour rose slowly, for it was +dense and spread out mushroom shape until it filled every +corner and crevice, and I seemed at last to be gazing through +the medium of blue glass at a rolling prairieland over which +the sun was shining brightly. The woman, the snake, the +brazier, had faded away now, and only that vast stretch of +sun-scorched prairie was visible. But presently, afar off, I +saw two people on horseback. They gradually came nearer, +and I recognised my sweet wife and Jocelino. Juliette was +laughing merrily and seemed blithe and happy. They +halted in the shadow of a rock, and hobbling their horses +partook of their midday meal. That finished, and after a +short siesta, they mounted their steeds and rode at a gallop +towards a belt of virgin forest which they entered and were +lost to my view. Presently they emerged, each bearing a +mass of a peculiar orchid with flowers of the most brilliant +colours. They dismounted again and knelt down on the +ground to arrange the flowers in a more convenient way for +carrying. From out of the forest, and all unobserved by +them, a tall, powerful Indian hunter stole, and crept +stealthily towards them. I wanted to cry out, to warn +them, but I couldn’t; I was spellbound. The Indian +reached them, and with an extraordinarily rapid sweep of his +arm he plunged a long knife into my loved one’s bosom. +Jocelino half started up, but before he could offer resistance +the arm swept round and the knife was plunged into his +breast. With a grim sardonic grin on his features, the +murderer wiped his dripping blade, and returned to the +forest, reappearing after some lapse of time grasping a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_285">[285]</span> +writhing coral snake, which he suddenly flung high into the +air, and when it fell with a dull thud at his feet he struck it +on the head with the handle of his knife.</p> + +<p>He next dropped upon his knees and seemed to go +through some form of incantation, throwing dirt upon +his head, bowing his forehead to the ground, and raising +his hand to heaven alternately, until at last he rose, laid +the bodies side by side on their backs, and placed the snake +at full length between them. Then the whole scene faded, +and there was a blank.</p> + +<p>Once more the same scene came before my eyes, but +this time it was moonlight. The soft silver light threw a +mysterious sheen over the landscape. I saw a man come +out of the forest. It was the murderer. His face was filled +with a look of concentrated horror, and he began to move +slowly across the prairie, glancing about him in a nervous, +agitated way. I became conscious at last that he was +coming towards me, and I was filled with a fierce joy at the +thought that when he came within reach I could strangle +him where he stood. The strangeness of it all is I could +not move; I appeared to be rooted to the spot, but the +Indian ever approached nearer to me, drawn by some power +which he tried to resist, but against which he was helpless. +And so nearer and nearer he came, and all the while that +expression of concentrated horror was on his face. Although +I could not move from the spot where I seemed to be +rooted, fiercer and fiercer grew my joy, and I waved my +hands about in expectant eagerness at the thought of being +able at last to crush the worthless life out of the murderer +of my sainted wife. On he came. I got frantic, I tugged +and strained, but could not break away from the power that +held me; my eyes ached with the strain put upon them, my +pulses beat with a loud, audible noise, so it seemed to me; +there was a burring and buzzing in my ears, an awful +burning sensation was in my brain. I felt as if I were going +mad with the horror of suspense.</p> + +<p>At length the murderer came within my reach. I flung +out my hands to seize him, when suddenly the moonlight<span class="pagenum" id="Page_286">[286]</span> +faded, and there was total darkness. How long this darkness +lasted I know not, but gradually light began to spread over +the landscape again; the moon shone full once more. At +my feet the Indian lay on his back. One knee was drawn +up; one arm was bent under his body, the other was raised +up as if he were appealing to Heaven; his face was twisted +and contorted with agony. He made no motion; he was +stark and dead. Some strange irresistible fascination caused +me to fix my gaze upon him, and as I watched I saw the +face wither, the eyes fall into the sockets. Then the flesh +of the arm turned green, and blue, and yellow, and gradually +dropped rotten from the bones. Next the rest of the body +began to rot away leaving the bones bare. Loathsome +crawling things fed upon the decaying flesh, and cobras +twisted themselves round his legs and arms.</p> + +<p>The maddening, ghastly, gruesome horror of the scene +was more than human brain could stand; and when a +huge vulture suddenly descended and tore out the entrails +and began to gorge upon them the climax was reached. +With a mighty effort I burst the spell that enthralled me; +uttered a great cry, and fell prone upon the ground.</p> + +<p>What happened after that I know not. What I do +know is I seemed suddenly to awake from a deep sleep. +Above me the stars and moon were shining. From somewhere, +far below, came the sound of falling water. The +air was deliciously cool. I was covered with the skin of +an animal, and squatted near me was Anita waving a palm +leaf to keep the insects from my face. I glanced round and +recognised that I was lying at the entrance to the cave.</p> + +<p>‘What does all this mean?’ I asked.</p> + +<p>‘You have dreamed dreams,’ she answered. ‘You have +seen that which is. Seek to know no more. But sleep, +sleep, sleep.’ She repeated the word ‘sleep’ with a sort of +drowsy croon that seemed to lull and soothe me.</p> + +<p>There was another blank. When I next awoke it was +broad daylight and the sun was already high. I was lying +on a bed of skins at the entrance to the cave. I sat up, +and the sound of the falling water far below in the ravine<span class="pagenum" id="Page_287">[287]</span> +sounded pleasantly. I called ‘Anita, Anita!’ but there was +no response. Presently I saw a figure crawling from the +cavern. It was Torquato. He suddenly flung himself +upon me, and wept and moaned like one distraught.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, master, master, what horrors!’ he cried.</p> + +<p>‘Of what do you speak?’ I asked. ‘Tell me all.’</p> + +<p>Gradually he regained control of himself. Then he +recited to me all he had witnessed. It was identical with +what I had seen. The murder, the mystery of the snake, +the rotting corpse, the loathsome maggots, the vulture +gnawing the entrails. Again I called Anita, but there was +no response. I bade Torquato go into the cave and seek +her, but he flatly refused. I struggled to my feet. I +felt strangely ill and weak, and every now and then I +shuddered as a remembrance of the horror came back. Still +I was anxious to see Anita again and question her. I +entered the cavern, but all was dark and silent. I groped +my way forward for some distance and called once more. +Only the echoes answered me. It was all so solemn, so awe-inspiring, +so mysterious that I was glad to return to the +fresh air again and to hear the voice of my companion. It +was evident Anita did not intend to come to us, and so we +slowly made our way down the mountain and reached the +station at midday. And I had resolved by that time to +make another visit to Anita. For several days, however, I +had to keep my bed as I was feverish and ill. Then I +summoned Torquato. He had also been ill, and when I +asked him if he would go with me to Anita once more, he +said, ‘No, not for a ton of gold’; so I sent to the little town +for a notary. When he came I requested Torquato to tell +the notary his marvellous experience and what he had seen. +The notary wrote it down; Torquato signed it, and I +appended a note over my own signature to the effect that I +had witnessed the same scene. We next went before the +Mayor of Paraúna and testified on oath to the correctness of +our narrative, and that done, the strange document was +deposited in the municipal archives of the town, where no +doubt it can still be seen by the curious. My next step<span class="pagenum" id="Page_288">[288]</span> +was to send out a party of trained hunters to the place +where the bodies had been found, with instructions to +search for miles round for any indications of a human +skeleton. They returned after many days, and reported +that two leagues or so from the spot where the crime +was committed, in a sandy sun-smitten waste, where only +a few cacti grew, they came across the bleached skeleton +of a man. The bones were falling apart, but it seemed as +if one leg had been drawn up, one arm bent under the body, +the other raised. Beside the body lay a long, rusty knife. +Who the man was we never discovered. Even the knife +was unlike those in use in that part of the country. That +the skeleton was the skeleton of my wife’s murderer I +haven’t a shadow of a doubt. Why he murdered her must +remain a mystery until the secrets of all hearts be known. +Who Anita was, and by what marvellous power she was +able to show me the horrors she did, I have no knowledge. +There are mysteries of the earth which the human brain +cannot comprehend. It is given to only a few to see as I +have seen and live.</p> + +<p>For many years I have kept the awful secrets to myself, +but the sands of my life are running low, and I resolved to +give to the world the story of my strange experiences. To +those who may be inclined to scoff I would repeat, ‘There +are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in +your philosophy.’</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note to ‘The Mystic Spell.’</span>—Although Signor +Roderick, who supplies the material for the foregoing +remarkable story, suggests no theory for the murder of +his wife and her attendant, anyone who has travelled in the +interior of Brazil will have no difficulty in doing so. The +Indians are exceedingly superstitious, resentful, and blood-thirsty, +as they are in many parts of Mexico. In the case of +the Brazilians who inhabit the wild parts of the country, they +regard certain parts of the virgin forests as their own special +domains. As mentioned in the story, it is very unusual for +a lady of good social position to be seen abroad, and the +freedom which Juliette enjoyed in this respect was an<span class="pagenum" id="Page_289">[289]</span> +innovation. Now if the vision that Signor Roderick saw, +and which was conjured up by the mystic power of the +witch-woman, was an accurate representation of the crime, it +is easy to understand that some savage Indian, who had seen +Juliette and Joceline enter the forest and carry off the orchid +bloom, resented it. Moreover, he may have regarded +Juliette as an unnatural being, for probably he had never +seen a white woman before. No women—save Indian +women, and they but rarely—ever entered those deadly +forests, the haunts and homes of the most venomous reptiles +and the most savage animals, where there are plants +exuding so virulent a poison that if but one drop falls on +the flesh gangrene ensues; where loathsome insects fall +upon the intruder from the trees and eat their way into his +body; where the very air is deadly to those who breathe it, +other than the native born. Juliette’s presence, therefore, +in such a place must have filled the Indian with dire alarm, +and inflamed him with a desire to slay her. To him, no +doubt, the crime would appear as a justifiable one. +Anyway, with the stealth and cunning of his kind he crept +after her, and his cruel knife drank her blood, and having +killed her, it followed as a matter of course that he should +kill her companion.</p> + +<p>Now these Indians worship strange gods and sacrifice to +them, and snake sacrifice is common, not only in the +interior of Brazil, but in Mexico. The slaying of the coral +snake was therefore a sacrifice on the part of the murderer. +How he met his own death must ever remain a mystery. +Probably he himself perished from snake-bite, for though +these Indians show an extraordinary fearlessness of poisonous +reptiles, and will catch them and handle them in a way that +makes a stranger shudder, they are not proof against their +bites, although they boast that they possess infallible antidotes +against the venom of the serpent. This, however, may be +regarded as no more than a boast. In the forests of Brazil +are to be found some of the most horrible snakes the world +produces. Apart from the Cobra coral, or to give it its +scientific name, <i>Elaps maregravii</i>, rattle snakes of the most<span class="pagenum" id="Page_290">[290]</span> +virulent kind are found, and then there is the hideous +Cascavel. It is said that death follows the bite of this +snake almost immediately. The victim goes suddenly blind, +and the flesh commences to peel off his bones through +gangrene even before the breath is out of his body. The +annual death roll from snake-bite in all parts of South +America is appalling; and, as might be supposed, the Indians +who roam the forests and prairies, either as animal or orchid +hunters, furnish a large percentage of the victims. It is a +feasible theory, therefore, that the cruel murderer of Juliette +and Joceline lost his life through snake-bite, probably the +bite of the Cascavel.</p> + +<p>As regards Anita, one can only suppose that she was +possessed of some strange mesmeric or hypnotic power; but +even if that were so, one is puzzled to understand how she +was able to show her subjects the scene and incidents of the +crime unless she herself knew them. The theory that +suggests itself here is that during the three days’ interval +between Signor Roderick consulting her and his second +visit, she had learned the story of the crime from some of +the wandering Indians. She herself was an Indian and +would be regarded by her tribe as ‘a wise woman.’ But +whatever theory one likes to accept, it is a well-known fact +attested over and over again by travellers that some of +the Indian women of South America, especially in the +neighbourhood of the Amazon, are gifted with the power +of second sight and of forecasting the future. Such women +are held in veneration by their own people, but Christians +believe that they have an unholy alliance with the common +enemy of mankind.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_291">[291]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">XV<br> + +THE DOOMED MAN</h2> +</div> +<p class="center">FROM THE PAPERS OF THE LATE MR. RICHARD JOHN GIBLING, +MERCHANT, OF THE CITY OF LONDON</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">As</span> to whether this story shall or shall not see the light of +publicity I leave to the discretion of my executor. I am +resolved that in my time it shall remain my own secret. I +am partly actuated to this course by a peculiar and constitutional +sensitiveness to anything like ridicule; while for +a man in my position, a sober, prosaic merchant, engaged in +trade in London, to confess to belief in the supernatural, +would not only subject me to a good deal of chaff, but +might possibly, indeed I think it is highly probable that it +would, do me a good deal of injury in my business. City +life is a hard, stern struggle for existence. The City man is +governed by immutable conventional laws, and woe betide anyone +who transgresses them. Men engaged in business +generally become slaves to custom. You must don a tall +hat and frock coat; you must assume a smug respectability; +you must go to church on Sunday; your name must +appear occasionally in charitable lists; you must speak +deferentially of your mayor and corporation; you must +conform to all the traditions and customs of the City, as +prescribed by the unwritten laws; you must periodically be +seen at Guild dinners; your holidays must be taken at a +fixed time, and be of a specified duration. In a word, +‘must’ may be said to be the text of your life. You must<span class="pagenum" id="Page_292">[292]</span> +do this and mustn’t do that. And if you have the hardihood +and boldness to set your face against the stern and fast rules +to which you tacitly bind yourself when you become a City +man, well then, all the worse for you. Now with a knowledge +of these facts, which cannot be gainsaid, it will be +understood why I have been so reluctant to make known +the extraordinary incidents which I here note down for the +interest of those who are curious in such things. But +extraordinary as they are, I set them forth as matter of hard, +solid, undeniable truth. Throughout my life I have taken +‘Truth’ as my watchword, as my father and grandfather +did before me. It has been my proud boast, warranted by +facts, that my word has been as good as my bond. And in +all my dealings with men of many complexions of mind, no +one could or would have thought of impugning my honour, +my <i>bona fides</i>, or my veracity. The business in which I was +brought up, after a course at a public school, and to which +I succeeded on the death of my esteemed father, was a very +old-established one, having been founded by my paternal +grandfather and his brother at the beginning of the seventeenth +century.</p> + +<p>It was in the year 1847, as our business and trade +were spreading, that I opened a branch of our London +house in Cuba, and placed a trusted and experienced +manager in charge. Unfortunately this gentleman died in +1850, after a few days’ illness, of yellow fever, and it became +imperatively necessary that I should proceed at once to +Cuba to look into matters, and appoint a successor to the +deceased manager. A City friend recommended me to take +passage in a rather noted sailing vessel called the <i>Pride of the +Ocean</i>, belonging to a Liverpool firm, and then loading in +the Liverpool docks, being chartered to proceed direct to +Cuba. I thereupon applied to the owners, and being informed +by them that the ship would be ready to sail in a +week at the latest, I engaged my passage in her. She was +a full-rigged ship of about a thousand tons, and was reputed +to be able to sail with a fair wind seventeen knots an hour, +being clipper built.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_293">[293]</span>I arrived in Liverpool on the very day that the ship was +advertised to sail. I was informed that she would warp out +of the dock at midnight, when it would be high-water, and +that two tugs would at once take hold of her and tow her +beyond Holyhead. I did not reach Liverpool until the +evening, and drove at once from the railway station to the +vessel and went on board. Of course, everything was in +the wildest confusion, and the noise and hubbub deafening; +so, on receiving an assurance from the mate that I still had +three or four hours at my disposal, I drove to the Adelphi +Hotel, dined, played a game of billiards with a London +gentleman with whom I had a passing acquaintance, and at +eleven o’clock once more drove down to the docks and got +on board the ship as the dock gates were being opened. +Being very tired I went straight to bed, and the next +morning, as the sea was very rough, I could not get up, as +I am a poor sailor, and generally ill for three or four days +at the commencement of a voyage. On this occasion I +was a full week before I found my sea legs and sea stomach, +and one morning I took my place at the breakfast table for +the first time, and was welcomed and greeted by the captain, +whom I had not seen before. We were a very small party, as +there were only three passengers beside myself, one being +a Spanish lady who had been transacting some business in +England on behalf of her husband, who was a Cuban planter.</p> + +<p>The captain’s name was Jubal Tredegar, a native of +Cornwall, as I gathered. He was about fifty years of age, +and had been at sea for over thirty. He had a swarthy +sunburnt face, very dark hair, and black eyes, with a full, +rounded beard, but clean-shaven upper lip. In every respect +he was a typical sailor, save in one thing—he was the most +melancholy seaman I have ever come across. It is proverbial +of sailors that they are a rollicking, jovial set; but this +man was the exception to the rule, and he at once gave me +the impression that he had something on his mind. My +sympathies were in consequence of this aroused, and I +mentally resolved that I would endeavour to win his confidence, +in the hope that I might be of use to him.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_294">[294]</span>At first, however, I found that he was inclined to be +taciturn, and resent any attempt to draw him out; but I +learnt from the mate that Tredegar had commanded the +ship for three voyages, and was highly respected by the +owners. He was a thoroughly experienced navigator, and +studied his owners’ interests. There was one thing I could +not fail to note; he showed a disposition to talk more to +me than to anyone else, and discovering that he played a +good game at cribbage—a game I was particularly partial +to—I got into closer touch with him, as one evening he +accepted my invitation to a game, and after that we played +whenever opportunity offered. But still he became neither +communicative nor talkative, and no subject I could start +appeared to have any interest for him.</p> + +<p>We were playing, as was now our wont, one night in +the cuddy after supper, when I noticed that he seemed more +than usually depressed, and kept examining the barometer +and casting an anxious eye up through the skylight.</p> + +<p>‘What does the glass say, captain?’ I asked at last.</p> + +<p>‘Well,’ he answered, ‘I think we are going to have a +blow. There is dirty weather about somewhere.’</p> + +<p>When four bells (ten o’clock) struck we finished our +game and he went into his cabin, while I mounted the +companion-way to the poop, intending to smoke my usual +cigar before turning in. I had run short of cigars, and the +captain had promised to let me have a box of good Havanas, +but not until I reached the deck did I remember that I had +not a single weed in my case, so I went below again, and to +the skipper’s room, intending to ask him for the cigars. +Getting no response to my knock I pushed the door open +and was surprised to see him seated at his table, so absorbed +in gazing at the photograph of a lady that he had not heard +my knock. On perceiving me, he hastily thrust the photograph +into a drawer and jumped up. I noticed him pass +his hands over his eyes and turn away as if ashamed, pretending +to search for something on the top of a chest of +drawers. I thought it was an opportunity not to be lost +so I said to him:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_295">[295]</span>‘Pray excuse my intrusion; I knocked but you didn’t +hear me. I would also take the liberty of saying I respect +your emotion. A man need not be ashamed of moist eyes +when he gazes on the face of some loved one who is far +away. It’s human. It shows a kindly heart, an impressionable +mind!’</p> + +<p>He turned suddenly and, putting out his hand to me, +said: ‘Thank you, thank you, Mr. Gibling! You are a +good sort. A little sympathy sometimes is not a bad thing, +and, hardened old shellback as I am, I suppose I’ve got a +soft spot somewhere. But, excuse me, I must go on +deck.’</p> + +<p>I made known my errand, and having procured the box +of cigars for me from his locker, I carried them to my cabin, +and he went on deck, and when I had opened the box and +taken two or three cigars out I followed him. The night +was very dark. Nearly all the sails were set. There was +an unpleasant, lumpy sea, and the wind was blowing in +fitful gusts.</p> + +<p>The captain ordered the watch to shorten sail, but +before the order was entirely carried out a squall struck us, +and the vessel heeled over tremendously and commenced to +fly through the water, churning the sea around her into +white, flashing, phosphorescent froth. Anyone who has +ever made a voyage in a sailing ship knows the apparent, +and often real, confusion that ensues when a sudden squall +strikes the vessel. At such times the wind will frequently +blow for a few minutes with hurricane force, and it is no +unusual thing for sails to be split to ribbons—even for spars +to be carried away. Given a dark night, a heavy squall, a +rough sea, rent sails, and the land lubber who is unmoved +must be made of very stern stuff. The rifle-like report +and cracking of the long shreds of the torn sail are alarming +enough to the inexperienced; but when you add to +this the rattling of the ropes, the banging of blocks, the +groaning of the ship’s timbers, the harsh creaking of the +spars, the roar, swish and hiss of the waves, the great masses +of boiling white foam that spread around, and the hoarse<span class="pagenum" id="Page_296">[296]</span> +voices of men on deck to unseen men up above on the +yard-arms in the mysterious darkness, there is at once a +scene which tests the nerves of the landsman to a very +considerable extent.</p> + +<p>The squall that struck the <i>Pride of the Ocean</i> was a very +heavy one, and the main-topsail went to ribbons. The +skipper, who was a perfect seaman, issued his orders rapidly, +but with judgment and a display of self-possession, while his +officers ably seconded him. Three or four times he came +close to me as he shifted his position on the poop, the better +to make his voice heard above the howling of the wind, and +the noises incidental to the tossing ship. I did not attempt +to address him, knowing full well that at such a moment he +required to concentrate all his attention on his duties. Once, +when he came near me, I heard him mutter to my intense +astonishment—‘My God, my God, have pity on me!’ It +may be imagined to what an extent I was affected by this +utterance. Had he said, ‘Have pity on us,’ I should at once +have jumped to the conclusion that we were all in danger, +but the cry for pity was for himself alone. It set me +pondering, and connecting it with his usual melancholy, and +the sad and distressful expression of his face, I was not only +puzzled but anxious. A few minutes later, as the ship did +not pay off as rapidly as she should have done, Captain +Tredegar ran to the wheel to help the helmsman to jam the +rudder harder over, and as he glanced at the binnacle and his +features were illumined by the light from the lamp, I was +perfectly startled by his ghastly pallor. To such an extent +was I moved that I rushed to him and asked in an excited +way if he was ill. With a powerful sweep of his right arm +he moved me from before him, and in tones of terror +exclaimed—‘There it is again! There, out there on the +crest of that wave!’ I peered into the darkness, but could see +nothing save the phosphorescent gleam of the tumbling sea.</p> + +<p>By this time I was quite unnerved, for a dreadful thought +took possession of me. I thought that the skipper was +suffering from incipient madness.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes, having got the wheel well over, he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_297">[297]</span> +called one of the watch aft to assist the steersman, and he +himself went forward to the break of the poop, and continued +to give his orders. By this time the men had got the flying +ropes and flapping sails under control, and, the dark scud in +the heavens driving to leeward before the hurricane blast, +the moon peeped through the ragged film and threw a weird, +ghostly gleam of shimmering light over the swirling waters, +while the track of the squall could be followed as it drove +down the heavens to strike some other wanderer on the +deep.</p> + +<p>As is often the case, at the tail of the great blast was a +deluge. It was as if some huge door in the sky had been +opened and the waters fell out in a cataract. I hurried below, +as I had no desire to be soaked to the skin, and when I +reached the cuddy I found the Spanish lady passenger seated +at the table, looking very scared and unhappy.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, Mr. Gibling,’ she exclaimed, ‘is there any danger? +What an awful storm!’</p> + +<p>I assured her that all was well, and that the rain would +probably bring a dead calm.</p> + +<p>‘Did you see the captain?’ she asked, still displaying +great agitation.</p> + +<p>There was something in her manner and the tone of her +voice that struck me as peculiar, and I replied:</p> + +<p>‘Yes. I saw him on deck.’</p> + +<p>‘Ah, but I mean here. He has just come down and +gone to his room. I spoke to him, but he would not answer +me. He looked awful. I am sure there is something queer +about him. His eyes seemed bulging from his head, and if +he had seen a ghost he couldn’t have been whiter. He is +either ill or going mad. Do go to him.’</p> + +<p>The lady’s words did not tend to allay my own fears and +suspicions, but, anxious not to add to her alarm, I said with +an air of assumed indifference:</p> + +<p>‘The fact is, I suppose, he is over-anxious. Not that +there is anything to fear, I am sure. We are in the squall +zone, you know, but there is every prospect of making a +good passage. However, I will go and talk to the captain.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_298">[298]</span>So saying, I left her, and made my way to the skipper’s +state-room. I knocked as usual, but again there was no +response; so I pushed the door open, and found Captain +Tredegar seated in his chair, half his body bent over the +table, and his face hidden by his arms. His cap had fallen +off his head and was lying on the table, and I noted that his +hands were opening and shutting in a spasmodic, nervous +way. It was no time for ceremony. I should have been +dull indeed not to recognise that the man was suffering. I +therefore went to his side, and laying my hand on his +shoulder said sympathetically:</p> + +<p>‘Excuse me, Captain Tredegar, but you are not well. +Can I do anything for you? Do make a confidant of me. +Believe me I am not actuated by mere vulgar curiosity. +Pray command my services if I can be of any use.’</p> + +<p>He lifted his head up. I had never seen before in any +human face such a pronounced look of nervous horror. His +eyes wandered about the room; the corners of his mouth +twitched, and he sobbed like a child that had cried itself into +a state of physical exhaustion. I was positively alarmed, and +my first impulse was to run for assistance. As if divining +my thoughts he seized my wrist in his powerful hand, +thereby detaining me, and said in a broken voice:</p> + +<p>‘Pardon me, sir, you are very good. I am suffering +from an attack to which I am at rare intervals subject; but +I shall be all right directly. Please don’t make a scene. +There is some rum there in that bottle, give me a little neat. +It will set me up.’</p> + +<p>Although I was doubtful whether neat rum was the +proper remedy in such a case, I could not resist his appealing +manner, and taking the bottle from the rack I poured into a +glass about a table-spoonful.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, more than that, more than that,’ he cried. ‘Fill +the glass nearly.’</p> + +<p>Perhaps at any other time I should have argued against +his request, but I let the rum run from the bottle until the +tumbler was quite half-full. He clutched it with trembling +hand, and poured the contents at one gulp down his throat.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_299">[299]</span>‘Thanks, thanks,’ he said, as he recovered his breath +and placed the glass on the table. ‘That will put new life +into me. I feel better already.’</p> + +<p>He rose, shook with a shudder as he did so, and taking +his sou’-wester and oilskin from a peg donned himself in +them. He put a hand on each of my shoulders, and looking +me in the face, said with an impressive earnestness:</p> + +<p>‘Mr. Gibling, I am more than obliged to you. Add to +my obligation, will you, by promising not to mention +to anyone that you have seen me in one of my strange +moods.’</p> + +<p>‘Certainly I will,’ I replied with perfect frankness. +‘You may trust me. And, as I have said, if I can be of +service command me.’</p> + +<p>‘Very well; some day I may put you to the test,’ he +answered; ‘good-night, and God bless you.’</p> + +<p>He left me, and I heard him clatter up the gangway in +his great boots. As I crossed towards my own cabin the +Spanish lady was still sitting at the cuddy table.</p> + +<p>‘Have you been with the captain?’ she asked.</p> + +<p>‘I have,’ I replied.</p> + +<p>‘How is he?’</p> + +<p>‘He is all right,’ I answered lightly.</p> + +<p>She glanced about the cuddy as if to make sure no one +was listening, and then, bending towards me as if inviting +confidence, she said in a half whisper:</p> + +<p>‘Do you know, Mr. Gibling, when the captain came +down from the deck a little while ago there was such a +peculiar look in his face that I could almost have fancied +he——’</p> + +<p>She stopped suddenly in her speech, visibly shuddered, +and put her pretty white fingers before her eyes. After an +awkward pause I broke the silence by saying:</p> + +<p>‘Almost fancied he—what?’</p> + +<p>‘He had seen some gruesome and unnatural sight.’</p> + +<p>I laughed, though I had an inkling of her meaning, for +strangely enough a vague, phantom-like thought had been +troubling me; but I could not define it, could not give it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_300">[300]</span> +shape; now at her words it was clear enough, and an +uncontrollable impulse impelled me to give it utterance:</p> + +<p>‘Ghosts, you mean,’ and I laughed at my own words, +for the idea seemed to me—a prosy, staid, unromantic, +London citizen—so utterly ridiculous. But not so to the +lady. Her face assumed a graver aspect, and her eyes +betrayed that whatever my views might be her mind was +made up.</p> + +<p>‘What I mean is, he has seen a vision,’ she remarked, +with awe in her voice.</p> + +<p>‘Oh, nonsense,’ I exclaimed. ‘Hobgoblins and bogeys +belong to the period of our childhood. When we come to +years of discretion we should cease to be childish.’</p> + +<p>My remark annoyed her. She rose and curled her lip +disdainfully. ‘I am not childish and I don’t talk nonsense,’ +she said, as she swept past me without so much as giving +me a chance to apologise. I felt annoyed with myself for +having been so tactless, but otherwise laughed mentally at +what I considered the absurdity of the position.</p> + +<p>A few minutes later I went on deck to finish my final +smoke before turning in. The rain had ceased. The air +was delightfully cool. The wind had gone, but cats-paws +came up every now and then, bellying the sails out for a +moment or two with a great jerk, but dropping suddenly +the canvas fell back against the masts with a bang and +rattle of blocks and creaking of sheaves. The sky was a +mass of picturesque clouds with fantastic outlines. Here +and there groups of stars were visible, and with chastened +light, as if shining through gauze, the moon made a silver +pathway over the face of the deep until it blended with the +horizon in impenetrable blackness, which rounded off, so to +speak, the weird scene. The captain had discarded his +oilskins, which were lying on the top of a hencoop, and he +himself was leaning on his elbows over the taffrail, complacently +smoking a cigar, and absorbed apparently in the +contemplation of the phosphoric display that flashed and +glistened under the ship’s counter as she fell and rose to the +swell. I approached him. He straightened himself up,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_301">[301]</span> +turned his back to the rail, folded his arms across his breast, +and puffing at his cigar as he cast a scrutinising eye aloft at +the flapping sails, he said in a cheerful tone:</p> + +<p>‘Quite a contrast to a little while ago, isn’t it, Mr. +Gibling? But it’s the sort of weather we must expect in these +latitudes.’</p> + +<p>I was struck by his changed manner. He seemed so +cheerful and light-hearted. He wasn’t like the same man I +had seen down in the cabin half an hour ago.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, I suppose so,’ I remarked, for the sake of saying +something.</p> + +<p>‘It’s not your first voyage to sea, is it?’ he asked.</p> + +<p>‘No.’</p> + +<p>‘Have you been to Cuba before?’</p> + +<p>‘Oh yes.’</p> + +<p>‘Ah! then you will know pretty well what kind of +voyage it is.’</p> + +<p>I told him that I knew fairly well what one might +expect on such a voyage at that time of the year, and we +continued to chat pleasantly for a little while until six bells +struck (eleven o’clock). ‘All’s well!’ came in solemn tones +from the look-out man on the fo’c’stle.</p> + +<p>‘Well, I think I shall turn in,’ said the captain, as he +threw the stump of his cigar overboard, glanced up aloft, +then at the binnacle, and calling the second officer who was +on watch, and telling him to keep the ship on the same +course until the morning, he moved towards the companion-way, +and I followed. When we reached the saloon he +put out his hand. As I took it he said ‘Good-night,’ and +immediately added in lower tones, ‘Don’t forget your +promise.’</p> + +<p>I turned in and tried to sleep, but for a long time +tossed about, thinking of what had passed, and trying to +account for the captain’s strange behaviour; but the more I +thought the more I got puzzled, and I came to the conclusion +there was some strange mystery about him. I saw +through my port the sun beginning to redden the eastern +horizon before sleep came to me. I did not waken until<span class="pagenum" id="Page_302">[302]</span> +long after the usual breakfast hour, so I breakfasted alone. +The steward had kept something hot for me.</p> + +<p>When I went on deck I noticed the Spanish lady +reclining in a deck chair, near the companion-way. She +was reading a book, and perhaps that accounted for her +taking no notice of me as I bowed and said ‘Good-morning.’</p> + +<p>The sun was shining brilliantly. The sky was cloudless +save on the horizon, where there were woolly banks. A +steady little breeze just kept the sails full, and the short, +choppy waves danced and flashed in the sunlight with a +suggestiveness of joy and gladness. The captain was not +on deck, and I was informed by the second mate, who had the +morning watch, that he had not turned out yet. Wishing to +propitiate the Spanish lady passenger, I carried a camp stool +to where she was sitting, and in the most fascinating manner +I was capable of commanding I asked if I could sit beside +her. She smiled sweetly, and accorded her gracious permission. +We said some commonplace things about the weather; +she descanted on the tropical beauties of Cuba, and criticised +rather severely the English climate; while as for London, +she spoke of it with scorn and much shrugging of shoulders; +and to my amusement, although I must admit the truth of +some of her strictures, she described it as a grim and +grimy city of revolting ugliness, a city without poetry, +without music, without sun. A city where the people +struggled and cursed and jostled each other for bare +existence. A city where the rich disdained to sniff the same +air as the poor. A city of gin palaces and churches, of +hypocrisy and smug self conceit. A city of leprous sores +and devilish wickedness, of hateful shams and heartless +indifference, where the poor debtor was regarded as a +criminal, and the rich despoiler of the widow and orphan as +a saint. A city of moans and groans. A joyless, dark +city, where Mammon was the only god that was truly +worshipped.</p> + +<p>These things, and many more of the same kind, she +gave free vent to; and as they seemed to afford her satisfaction<span class="pagenum" id="Page_303">[303]</span> +and did me no harm, I made no attempt to stop her +flow of invective. Nor should I have noted them down +here were it not that they to some extent represent the +opinions which the majority of foreigners hold with regard +to London.</p> + +<p>When at last she paused from sheer exhaustion, I +embraced the opportunity to turn the trend of conversation +by saying:</p> + +<p>‘I am afraid, do you know, that I was a little rude to +you last night,’ but I hardly expected such a blunt reply +as she made.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, you were exceedingly rude, and I hate rude men.’</p> + +<p>‘I hope you don’t hate me,’ I cried, laughingly.</p> + +<p>‘Oh no, not quite. You’re a Londoner, you see.’</p> + +<p>This was very severe. I confess I was hardly prepared +for it, and I was tempted to say something cutting in reply, +but checked myself, bowed, and merely remarked:</p> + +<p>‘Which is not my fault. Therefore pity me rather +than blame me.’</p> + +<p>‘Certainly I do that,’ she replied, with an amusing +seriousness. ‘But look here; answer me this. Why should +you have been rude last night when I said what I did about +the captain?’</p> + +<p>‘Madame,’ I said, as I laid my hand on my heart and +bowed, ‘believe me I had no intention of being rude; but +the fact is, I am a somewhat commonplace, matter-of-fact +man, and I have no belief in anything that is said to be due +to supernatural causes.’</p> + +<p>‘Supernatural or not supernatural,’ she retorted, ‘there +are things going on around us which certainly cannot be +explained by any known laws.’</p> + +<p>‘Possibly, and yet I doubt it,’ I replied, with a sceptical +smile.</p> + +<p>‘Well, your obtuseness is your own affair,’ she said, +with a shrug of her shoulders; ‘but now, look here, Mr. +Gibling, permit me to make a little prophecy. Captain +Tredegar has something awful on his mind. He sees +visions, and will ultimately go mad.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_304">[304]</span>Her words startled me. For the first time I was +inclined to regard her seriously, in one respect at least; that +was the ultimate madness of the skipper. That thought +had haunted me, but I had tried to put it away. Even to +my somewhat dulled perception it had been made evident +that a man who could act as Tredegar had acted on the +previous night was a victim to some obscure form of mental +disease which might ultimately destroy him. Now the +lady spoke with such an absence of vagueness, such a cocksureness, +that I asked her if she had known the captain +long, and if she was acquainted with his past history.</p> + +<p>‘Indeed, no,’ she exclaimed. ‘I never saw the man +in my life until I joined the ship in Liverpool.’</p> + +<p>‘Then why do you speak with such an air of self-conviction?’</p> + +<p>‘I speak as I think. I think as I know.’</p> + +<p>‘But how do you know?’</p> + +<p>‘Well, you are stupid,’ she exclaimed, with a show of +exasperation. ‘I know, because I have a sense you don’t +possess. You are a soot-sodden Londoner. I was born where +the sun shines. I have beliefs, you have not. I believe +that men who do evil in this world can be haunted into +madness by the disembodied spirits of those they injure. +Now you may laugh and sneer as much as you like, sir, +but I tell you this: when Captain Tredegar came down to +the cabin last night his face clearly indicated that he had +been terrified by something not human, and I saw madness +written large in his eyes.’</p> + +<p>I should be wanting in common honesty if I failed to +say that this woman’s remarks, rude as they were to some +extent, put certain rambling thoughts of my own into +shape, impressed me in a way that a short time previously +I should have been ashamed to own to. They set me +pondering, and I tried to recall every act, word, look and +gesture of the captain’s, with the result that I had to admit +there was something strange about him. At that moment +Captain Tredegar himself came on deck, with his sextant +in his hand, in order to take the noonday sights for the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_305">[305]</span> +reckoning. His breezy, jovial manner, and smiling bronzed +face, seemed to make the conversation about him ridiculous, +and tended to confound the prophet who had talked of +madness.</p> + +<p>He bowed politely to the lady, and chatted to her +pleasantly. He greeted me with a cheery ‘Good-morning,’ +and expressed a hope that neither of us had been much +alarmed by the squall of the previous evening. He said the +passage was going to be a splendid one; one of the best he +had ever made; and if, as he anticipated we should do, we +picked up a good slant of wind when we had made a little +more westing, we should reach Cuba several days before the +time we were expected.</p> + +<p>The mate now came on deck also with his sextant, and +he and the captain walked to the break of the poop to take +the sights. When he was out of earshot I turned to the +lady and said:</p> + +<p>‘He doesn’t look much like a man who is given to +seeing visions and is doomed to madness, does he?’</p> + +<p>‘You cannot see beneath the mask,’ she replied, with +another contemptuous curl of her lip, and laying great +stress on the ‘you’; and she added somewhat mysteriously, +‘Wait, wait, wait,’ repeating the word three times, with +a rising inflection on each repetition. Then she turned to +her book again, as if she wished me to understand that she +had said her say and would say no more. I took the hint, +and making a show of stretching my limbs, I rose and began +to pace up and down. The subject of the conversation +between me and the lady continued to occupy my thoughts +against my will and desire, and the more I thought the +more like a riddle did the captain appear to me. I was +really astonished to find myself taking so much interest in +him. A passing interest in one with whom you happen +to be a fellow voyager is easily understood. But if Captain +Tredegar had been a relative of mine, my own brother, in +fact, I could hardly have felt more anxious or more desirous +to solve the mystery that seemed to surround him. His +appearance that morning, and his appearance and behaviour<span class="pagenum" id="Page_306">[306]</span> +of the night before, were in such violent contrast that to +put it down to the merely varying moods to which we are +all liable was not satisfactory enough. What puzzled me +more than anything else was his behaviour during the storm. +To suppose that he was a coward and lost his nerve in a +passing squall was absurd on the face of it. In the very +height of the storm he delivered his orders with coolness and +judgment, as I could testify, but what did he mean by +exclaiming: ‘There it is again! There, out there on the +crest of that wave’? Then again, why the appeal to God to +pity him? Having perplexed and fretted myself until I felt +quite confused, I found myself unable to alter the original +opinion I had formed, which was that Captain Tredegar was +liable to attacks of mental aberration, and that being so he +was not a fitting person to have charge of a valuable vessel +and her living freight.</p> + +<p>Viewing the matter from this point, I came to the conclusion, +rightly or wrongly, that it was my bounden duty as +an honest man to make representations to his owners as to +the skipper’s state of mind; for surely no one would say +that a man liable to attacks of temporary mania was the +proper person to be in charge of a ship. As I came to this +decision I heard the captain call out from the break of the +poop:</p> + +<p>‘Make eight bells.’</p> + +<p>The boatswain struck the hour on the bell, and ‘eight +bells’ was roared out by the men about the decks, while +from the galley came the smell of duff and pea soup as the +cook put out the dinner for those now going off duty. I +was recalled to a sense of my surroundings by these little +matters, and as the skipper passed me as he was about to +descend to work out his sights and prick the chart, he said +cheerily:</p> + +<p>‘Well, Mr. Gibling. It’s time to splice the main brace, +isn’t it?’</p> + +<p>I may explain for the benefit of those who have not +made a voyage to sea that it is customary in most passenger +vessels for the passengers to partake of a glass of liquor of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_307">[307]</span> +some kind at noon, eight bells. This, in nautical phraseology, +is termed ‘splicing the main brace.’ It is the most interesting +period of the twenty-four hours to lands-people, because +the captain and his officers having taken their sights, as it is +called, they proceed to work them out, in order to discover +the position of the ship; that is, her latitude and longitude, +and that being done, it is marked on the chart.</p> + +<p>As I accompanied the skipper to the cuddy, I began to +think that perhaps after all I was doing him a wrong, and it +would be unfair to say anything to his owners until I had +received stronger proof that my suspicions were well founded. +Certainly, as he sat at the table making his calculations and +working out the position, he not only seemed the perfection +of physical fitness, but fully endowed with keen and sound +intelligence. As I noted this I came to the conclusion that +it was no less my duty to suspend my judgment—than to +watch closely and wait patiently.</p> + +<p>Should it come to pass that this paper is made public, I +wish it to be distinctly understood that at this period of the +voyage I was halting between two opinions. On the one +hand, I considered Captain Tredegar peculiar in many +respects—a man of mystery, in short—and on the other, I +was painfully anxious not to do him an injustice. It will +also be noted that the conclusions arrived at by the Spanish +lady, who was an emotional and superstitious woman, were +not in accordance with my own. For according to her +views, the captain’s strange behaviour was the result of +seeing visions; according to mine, he suffered from intermittent +mania, which was probably traceable to a too free indulgence +in rum or other potent liquors. Not that I had +ever seen him the worse for drink, but he took a good deal +more than was good for him, in my opinion, though it did +not affect him as it would have done others who were not so +case-hardened.</p> + +<p>For the next few days our progress was not very satisfactory, +owing to the light, variable winds. For a steamer it +would have been almost ideal weather, but dependent as we +were on the winds entirely, it was very tantalising. During<span class="pagenum" id="Page_308">[308]</span> +this time the skipper continued in his bright, cheery mood, +and every evening at a fixed hour we sat down in the cabin +for a game of cribbage. I took to studying him very closely, +and from many little signs I saw I felt pretty certain that a +great deal of his light-hearted manner was assumed. Occasionally +I noted a strange wild look came into his eyes, and +his cheeks paled as though some deadly fear had seized upon +him. A mere casual observer would have failed to have +seen these signs, but my perception had been quickened. I +was ever on the alert, on the watch, and there was not much +that escaped me.</p> + +<p>A change came at last. One evening when I expected +the skipper to take part in the usual game at cribbage he +brusquely and rudely refused, and I saw the half-sullen, +half-terrified expression in his face again. I thought it very +peculiar that his mood should synchronise with a change in +the weather. The barometer had been falling all day, and +it was only too evident that we were going to have a dirty +night. As the sun got low in the heavens, heavy banks of +clouds came up, and the wind rapidly strengthened, until we +had to shorten sail to such an extent that very little canvas +remained set. The captain seemed extremely anxious. He +walked up and down the poop in a restless, nervous way. +Occasionally he stopped to gaze windward, and sometimes +he muttered to himself. I resolved at last to speak to him, +anxious and preoccupied as he was. So I went boldly up to +him and said:</p> + +<p>‘We are evidently in for a change, don’t you think +so?’</p> + +<p>He turned upon me with a dark, lowering face, his brow +knit, and his whole manner that of one straining under +suppressed passion.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, I do,’ he answered excitedly, ‘and be d——d to +you. Anyway, I’m a doomed man.’</p> + +<p>He walked rapidly away without another word, and I +stood for some little time dumfounded. Anyone who could +speak in such a manner was surely mad, and I seriously considered +it was my business to take counsel with my fellow-passengers,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_309">[309]</span> +if not with the officers of the ship, for a mad +captain ought to be relieved of his responsible duties in the +interest of every soul on board. But before I could stir +away the man himself came back to me, and said in a most +pathetic and appealing way that went to my heart:</p> + +<p>‘Pray pardon my rudeness, Mr. Gibling. You don’t +know how I’m troubled. I am suffering dreadfully, and if +you knew all you would pity rather than blame me.’</p> + +<p>‘Why not place me in possession of the information, +then?’ I asked. He put his hand to his eyes for a moment +or two and shuddered.</p> + +<p>‘It is so dreadful, so horrible,’ he muttered mysteriously, +speaking rather to himself than me.</p> + +<p>‘All the more reason, then, why you should take me +into your confidence,’ I said.</p> + +<p>‘Yes—perhaps you are right. I will, I will. Come to my +cabin in half an hour and I will tell you the awful story.’</p> + +<p>Further conversation was interrupted by the bursting of +a squall accompanied by heavy rain, while a long swell that +came up from the S.W. was a sure precursor of the coming +gales, of which the squalls were only the heralds.</p> + +<p>I at once descended to the cabin to get out of the rain, +but quite half an hour passed before the captain came down. +He passed me without speaking, but called the steward and +ordered some tea to be taken to his cabin. And when +another half-hour had elapsed the steward brought me a +message to the effect that Captain Tredegar wished to see +me in his room. The weather had now become very bad +and the ship was labouring heavily. I found the captain +seated at his table with a small Bible open before him, but +which he closed and tossed into his bunk as I entered. He +looked pale, ill, and careworn. He asked me to sit down, +and remarked:</p> + +<p>‘You have shown much interest in me, sir, and instinctively +I feel I can place confidence in you. The time has +now come for me to speak, or be dumb for evermore. I am +a doomed man. My fate is sealed, and it is that fearful certainty +that weighs upon me like a ton of lead.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_310">[310]</span>His words and manner seemed to me unmistakably to +indicate insanity, and I could not repress a feeling of alarm. +He must have guessed my thoughts, for he said quickly:</p> + +<p>‘Don’t alarm yourself, and bear with me patiently; my +brain is perfectly clear, and I know what I am doing, +although a stranger might be disposed to think I was +labouring under a distempered imagination. But it is not so. +An awful fear takes possession of me and unmans me. It paralyses +my faculties and renders life a curse instead of a blessing.’</p> + +<p>‘A fear of what?’ I asked.</p> + +<p>‘Of the dead,’ he answered solemnly.</p> + +<p>I looked hard at him again. That surely was not the +answer of a sane man.</p> + +<p>‘What nonsense,’ I said a little sharply. ‘What harm +can the dead do to the living? I gave you credit for being +stronger minded than that. It is clear to me now that you +are allowing yourself to sink into a morbid, nervous condition, +that must end disastrously. Why on earth should you +embitter your existence by imaginary evils? Shake yourself +free of morbid, gloomy forebodings; be a man, and if you +are a just one you need fear nothing, not even the living, let +alone the dead.’</p> + +<p>He did not attempt to interrupt this little outburst on +my part, which perhaps was hardly justified. But I could +not restrain myself. I was compelled to give vent to my +thoughts.</p> + +<p>‘You mean well, Mr. Gibling,’ he remarked, with perfect +self-possession, when I had finished speaking, ‘and I +understand your feelings; but before condemning me, before +allowing your wrath to run away with your judgment, be +patient, forbearing, and listen to me as you promised to do. +This may be the only opportunity that will ever occur for +me to tell you my story.’</p> + +<p>‘Pray proceed,’ I remarked; ‘perhaps I have been somewhat +hasty; you will find, however, that I am a good +listener, and under any circumstances you may count on +my sympathy.’</p> + +<p>He remained silent for some minutes, his elbows on<span class="pagenum" id="Page_311">[311]</span> +the table, his hands clasping his face, his eyes seemingly +fixed on vacancy. He started and came to himself again.</p> + +<p>‘Mr. Gibling,’ he began, ‘I have a very strange story to +tell you if you care to listen to it. Whatever your feelings +are now, however sceptical you may be, I fancy your views +will undergo a change by the time I have done. I repeat that +I am a doomed man. My sands have nearly run out, and I +must say what I have to say now or never.’</p> + +<p>‘Please go on,’ I said as he paused, evidently waiting +for me to speak.</p> + +<p>‘Very well,’ he continued, ‘I’ll begin at the beginning. +As you know, I am a Cornishman; I come from a race of +seamen; the salt of the sea flows in my veins. What education +I received was got at a school in Devonshire, where I passed +nearly nine years of my life. At that school I had a chum. +We were inseparable. We were more like brothers. His name +was Peter Gibson. He was three or four years my senior, +and was a rough, wild, boorish sort of fellow; not good at +picking up the routine knowledge of a school training, but +as sharp as a needle, with an insatiable thirst for stories of +fighting and adventure. In this line he would read everything +he got hold of, and one day he said to me: “Jubal, I +intend to go to sea, and I’m going to be a devil; will you +stick to me?” he asked.</p> + +<p>‘“Yes,” I answered in a moment of boyish enthusiasm. +He had great influence over me. I looked up to him as my +superior, and regarded him as a leader.</p> + +<p>‘“You swear it?” he demanded.</p> + +<p>‘“Yes,” I said again.</p> + +<p>‘Whereupon he made me go down on my knees, hold +both my hands up to heaven, and take a solemn oath that I +would stick to him, go with him wherever he went, and do +whatever he did.</p> + +<p>‘Now you must remember I was a youngster at this +time, and what I did was only what a boy might be +expected to do. Gibson certainly had a good deal of influence +over me. He was a masterful sort of fellow, with a +great, bulky, powerful frame, while his pluck won my<span class="pagenum" id="Page_312">[312]</span> +admiration. He funked at nothing, and could lick every +boy in the neighbourhood.</p> + +<p>‘We left school about the same time, and though his +father, who was pretty well off, wanted to put him in +business, Peter declared he would go to sea. I had been intended +for a seafaring life from my cradle. The males of +my family always went to sea. The result of his determination +was that he and I found ourselves fellow apprentices +on board a full-rigged vessel going out to the East +Indies. She was a trader, and during a voyage of nearly +four years we visited a great many places in the East; saw +a great deal of the world, and experienced fair and foul +weather from the very best to the very worst. As might +have been expected, Peter picked up seamanship very +rapidly, and became one of the smartest sailors on board. +My regard for him and his liking for me had never altered, +and when we returned to Liverpool, from whence we had +sailed, we were as much chums as ever.</p> + +<p>‘We were only at home two months when we were +transferred to another ship belonging to the same owners, +and rated as A.B.’s. This voyage we sailed to Vancouver +round the Horn, and from there we came down in ballast +to Monte Video, and loaded up with a general cargo for +home. At this time there was a civil war going on in the +Argentine Republic, and of course at Monte Video we +heard a great deal of talk about it. Gibson used to get very +excited over the war news, and over and over again he tried +to persuade me to clear out from the ship and go with him +to do some fighting. He’d no sympathies with either one +side or the other, and I don’t think he even knew what the +row was about, but he wanted some fighting; fight was in +his blood, and he was pining for what he called fun. I preferred, +however, to keep a straight course, as my people +before me had done. I wanted to gradually mount the +ladder until I reached the top, and I knew that the quixotic +expedition he proposed would have defeated my object. I +therefore declined to fall in with his views. It riled him for +a time, but at last he admitted that he had no right to try<span class="pagenum" id="Page_313">[313]</span> +and persuade me against my will; but as far as he was concerned +he was going. And go he did, much to my regret, +I must confess. Although it went somewhat against my +grain, I helped him to secretly get his duds on shore, and +some money that I had I handed over to him.</p> + +<p>‘We spent our last night together at a <i>café</i> in the town +of Monte Video; and when the time came for us to part +he wrung my hand, and I was cut up in a way I had never +been before. After that I saw no more of him, nor did I +hear anything of him for ten years, when we met again +under very extraordinary circumstances.</p> + +<p>‘I was then mate of a splendid barque called the <i>Curlew</i>, +hailing from Bristol. We had taken out a cargo of iron to +Bilbao, there the ship was chartered by the Spanish Government +to convey five hundred soldiers and a quantity of specie to +Havana. The <i>Curlew</i> was an exceptionally fine vessel, with +unusually good ’tween deck space, and therefore very suitable +as a transport. We made a good passage to Havana, landed +the troops, but were told we should have to retain the +specie for a few days until some grandee or other came to +receive it. He happened then to be up the country, but was +expected back in the course of a week. As we had made a +quicker passage than was expected, it had thrown him out in +his calculations. Well, of course, it didn’t matter to us +much, as our charter provided for our return to Bilbao; and, +equally of course, so long as we were employed by the Spanish +authorities we sailed under the Spanish flag.</p> + +<p>‘The second night after our arrival I went on shore, +and in strolling through the town my attention was arrested +by a sign over the door of a drinking-place. It read, “Old +England, kept by Will Bradshaw.” This and the sound of +English voices induced me to enter, and I found the place +pretty well crowded with sailor men and Spanish women of +a disreputable class. I saw at once the sort of house it was, +and as I did not not consider it advisable for me as chief mate +of a Government vessel to be seen there, I was for clearing +out again when I noticed a big, brawny, powerfully-built +fellow mixing drinks behind the bar. He was unmistakably<span class="pagenum" id="Page_314">[314]</span> +an Englishman. His face was burnt brown. He had a +dark, bushy beard, and looked like a man who had a large +spice of the devil in him. Despite the beard the face seemed +familiar to me, and when I heard him call out an order to one +of his waiters, the voice left me no longer in doubt. It was +the voice of Peter Gibson. So I pushed my way through +the crowd to the counter, for it was not likely I could leave +without renewing acquaintance with my old chum, and I +asked, “Isn’t your name Peter Gibson?”</p> + +<p>‘“No, it isn’t,” he yelled. “I’m Will Bradshaw, the boss +of this place.” I was taken aback for a minute, for I was +sure I couldn’t be mistaken. Then it flashed on me that +Peter had a reason for being known as Will Bradshaw; +so I pulled out a pocket-book, wrote my name on a leaf, +tore it out, and handed it to him. I saw a look of surprise +come into his eyes and his face change colour. +Then he grasped my hand and wrung it, told an assistant +to look after the place, and asking me to follow +him, he led the way by a side entrance to a large garden +at the back of the house, where seats were placed under +the palm trees, and a few coloured lamps were hung up. +Nearly every seat was occupied by men and women, and +negro waiters were attending to their wants.</p> + +<p>‘Peter took me to a remote corner of the garden, where +there was a sort of summer-house on a knoll.</p> + +<p>‘“We can have a quiet yarn here,” he said. Then he +called one of the negroes and told him to bring a bottle of +wine, and that done, he began in his old masterful way to +ask me questions about my career during the past ten +years. I told him straight; but when I questioned him +he shirked my questions, simply saying, “Well, I’ve had a lot +of roughing, old chap, and have been in some queer corners. +I drifted down here about two years since, just as the former +proprietor of this shanty went off the hooks with Yellow Jack. +I made a bid for the place and got it, but had to give bills +for the greater part of the purchase money, and I’ve still got +a lot of millstones round my neck. I’m rather sick, and +think of chucking it and going on the rampage again.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_315">[315]</span>‘We yarned away for two hours, when I had to go, +and naturally I asked him to come and see me on board the +vessel. He turned up the next day, and the day after that; +and I told him as an item of news that my skipper was going +into the country on the morrow for a few days to shoot with +a party of friends, and that I should be in charge; and I invited +him to come on board and have dinner with me in the +evening, an invitation he readily accepted.</p> + +<p>‘When he turned up he had a friend with him, a +Spaniard who spoke good English, and whom he introduced +to me as Alonzo Gomez. He said he wanted me to +know this man, as he was a good sort, and might be of +use to me. He was described as a planter, but I couldn’t +help thinking there was a good deal more of the loafer than +the planter about him. However, he was very polite, as +most Spaniards are, and as he seemed to be rather an +amusing cuss, I thought I had judged him too harshly. +Of course, I gave my guests a good feed, and made the +steward open some champagne. During the dinner Peter +asked me a lot of questions about the ship, and how much +Spanish money we had on board, and where it was kept. If +it had been anyone else, and at any other time, I should have +resented these questions, but I felt there was no harm in +answering my old schoolfellow and shipmate.</p> + +<p>‘When the dinner was over Peter said that for old +acquaintance sake we must have a jorum of rum punch, and +that he would make it. So I told the steward to get the +necessary ingredients, and Peter set to work to concoct the +liquor. I don’t remember much more after that. I didn’t +come to my senses until the next morning. I found on +turning out that the steward was ill, and on my going to him +he told me that my friends had given him some of the +punch. It had made him sick at first, and afterwards he fell +into a heavy sleep from which he had not long awakened, and +that he was then suffering from a frightful headache and a +heavy, drowsy feeling. That was precisely my condition; +but I attributed it to not having drunk wisely, but too well. +The second mate, who had been on shore the previous<span class="pagenum" id="Page_316">[316]</span> +night, undertook to do certain work I had to attend to; +and having given the steward some medicine from the +medicine chest, I went and turned in once more, and slept +pretty well the whole day. Anyway, I did not turn to again +until the following morning.</p> + +<p>‘In the course of that day, the high official who was to +receive the specie came on board with an escort, and commanded +the strong room in the afterpart of the cabin to +be opened, and the specie brought out. I at once procured +the keys from a safe in the captain’s cabin, and on going to +the strong room, I was surprised and alarmed to find that +the various seals put upon the door at Bilbao were broken, +and they had been broken quite recently, as two or three +days before I had examined them and found them all right. +My alarm and confusion increased when, having got the +door open, we discovered that two of the boxes, one containing +Bank of Spain notes and the other gold dollars, had been +burst open, and partly rifled of their contents. Altogether +a sum in notes and gold equivalent to twenty thousand +pounds had been stolen.</p> + +<p>‘The big-wig was in a great state, and at once sent +on shore for a magistrate and a lot of military officers, and +began an inquiry there and then; and I, having been in +charge of the ship for some days, was practically put on +trial.</p> + +<p>‘Perhaps I needn’t tell you that I felt I could at once +name the thief. His name was Peter Gibson, alias Will +Bradshaw. He and his Spanish chum had drugged me +and the steward; of that I had no doubt then, and as all +the crew had gone on shore except the boatswain and +the cook, and two of the hands who were on duty at +the gangway, it was easy for the rascals to carry out +their nefarious scheme of getting at the specie.</p> + +<p>‘Now, I’m not talking mere words to you when I tell +you that it went against my grain to denounce my old +schoolfellow and shipmate, and at first I resolved that I +wouldn’t. But, after all, a chap’s own interests have to be +counted first, and as Gibson had been mean hound enough<span class="pagenum" id="Page_317">[317]</span> +to drug me and carry off money under my care, I didn’t +see why I should screen him. So I denounced him, and +in a very short time he was under arrest. But even then +he might have escaped conviction had it not been for his +stupidity in keeping the bank-notes. His friend, who +was also arrested, turned out to be a notorious character +with a most evil reputation, and was looked upon as an +expert in picking locks. The task they had set themselves +of stealing the money was comparatively easy, as all the conditions +were in their favour, and I fell a too easy victim to +their cunning.</p> + +<p>‘Well, of course, I had to attend the trial and give evidence. +The crime was considered very serious indeed, as +Government property had been stolen and Government +seals unlawfully broken. The offence was called a first-class +one, and the penalty was death. No such sensation +had been provided for Havana for many a long day. It +was considered better than a bull-fight.</p> + +<p>‘To make a long story short, the result of it all was +that the two rascals were convicted and sentenced to be +shot. The verdict cut me to the heart, and as only a short +shrift was allowed the culprits, as the sentence was to be +carried out in twenty-four hours, I obtained permission +to visit Gibson. I found him in rather a dejected state, +seated in a courtyard of the gaol which was guarded by +soldiers. As soon as he saw me he seemed to go mad, reviled +me in language that was of a pretty fiery character, +then cursed me and swore that he would haunt me and drive +me to madness by appearing to me on dark nights at sea.</p> + +<p>“You are a doomed man,” he said, “and will come to a +sudden and terrible end. I leave my curse to you.”</p> + +<p>‘I tried to reason with him, but I might as well have +tried to reason with an enraged wild cat in the jungle. He +did nothing but utter curses on me, and recognising how +hopeless it was to try and appease him, I withdrew, and the +next morning he and his pal were shot at daybreak.</p> + +<p>‘Although I was much cut up by the way he had treated +me, I did not attach any importance to either his curses or<span class="pagenum" id="Page_318">[318]</span> +his threats. I wasn’t altogether free from superstition, what +sailor is? but I quite believed that when a person was dead +he was done with. I soon began to find out, however, that +I was wrong, for some weeks later, when we were on our +passage back to Bilbao, I had the middle watch one night, +just as we got into the Bay of Biscay. It was a wild night, +and we were close hauled under double reefed topsails. +Suddenly out of the waves came a glowing figure. It was +Gibson’s spectre. He shrieked at me, and I heard his curses +again, and again he told me I was doomed.</p> + +<p>‘Since then I’ve seen him often. He has kept his word. +He has haunted me, and is driving me mad and hounding +me to death. Yes, I am doomed. I feel it and know it. +Nothing can avert the doom.</p> + +<p>‘You know my story now. Don’t ridicule it; don’t +laugh at me; for to me it’s a terribly serious business, and I +feel that I shall never see the dear woman I love again.’</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>He ceased speaking, and I noticed the wild, scared look +in his eyes which I had seen before. The perspiration was +streaming down his face, he appeared to be suffering great +mental agony. I tried to soothe him, but it was no use, and +he kept on repeating that he was doomed.</p> + +<p>Now let me say here at once that I did not believe the +captain had seen any real supernatural appearance. I regarded +him as a highly imaginative and sensitive man. On +such a man Gibson’s curses and threats would be sure to +make a very deep impression. It could hardly be otherwise, +seeing that the two men had practically grown up together. +They had been schoolmates and shipmates, and Gibson’s +violent end must have affected his once friend in no ordinary +degree. Long dwelling upon the dramatic scene in the +prison at Havana, the day previous to the execution, had +taken such a hold on the skipper’s imagination that he had +worried himself into a belief in a mere chimera of the brain. +To him, no doubt, the visions were real enough, although +they were nothing more than disturbed brain fancies.</p> + +<p>Such was the theory I consoled myself with, and I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_319">[319]</span> +determined there and then to use every possible endeavour to +get the captain out of his morbid condition, and prove to +him by gentle reasoning that he was simply a victim to his +own gloomy fears. I was so far successful at that moment that +I induced him to turn in, having first of all called the mate +down and given him certain instructions; then I compounded +him a simple soothing draught from ingredients in the medicine +chest, and at his own request I sat by him and read +certain passages in the Bible, until he fell into a sound sleep.</p> + +<p>I was considerably exercised in my own mind as to the +proper course I ought to adopt, and I was tempted at first to +take the Spanish lady into my confidence, and discuss the +matter with her. But this idea was put out of my head at +once, for she was sitting in the cuddy, as she usually did in +the evening, where she passed her time either reading or in +doing needlework. She saw that I came from the captain’s +cabin, and tackled me.</p> + +<p>‘How is the skipper?’ she asked.</p> + +<p>‘He is a little indisposed to-night, but will be all right +to-morrow, no doubt,’ I answered.</p> + +<p>‘Not he,’ she exclaimed. ‘I tell you that man’s a +haunted man, and will either go mad or commit suicide.’</p> + +<p>Remembering how dogmatically she had expressed herself +on a previous occasion on the subject of supernatural +visitations, I deemed it desirable not to enter into any discussion, +and I also made up my mind that it would be a +fatal mistake to let her know that captain’s story, so I +merely said, in answer to her statement, ‘I hope not,’ and +passed to my cabin.</p> + +<p>Now I want to repeat here, and for very obvious +reasons, what were the views I held at this stage. I considered +that the captain was suffering from a distressing +nervous illness, the result of long pondering over an incident +which could not fail to make a tremendous impression on him. +But not for a moment did I entertain any belief in the +supernatural. Necessarily I was exceedingly anxious, for +there was no doctor on board, I had no medical knowledge +myself, and we could not hope to reach our destination for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_320">[320]</span> +another three weeks. There was every prospect then of +the prognostications about a fine and rapid passage being +falsified. The barometer had been steadily falling for some +time, and all the indications were for bad weather. I knew +that in that latitude, at that time of year, heavy storms were +not uncommon, and it seemed likely that we should experience +them. The anxious state of my mind kept me +awake for some time, revolving all sorts of schemes, but +nothing that seemed to me satisfactory. Eight bells midnight +sounded, and I heard the mate come out of his room +and go on deck to take the watch. I slipped out of bed, +put on my dressing-gown and slippers, and stole over to the +captain’s cabin. To my intense relief I found he was +sleeping soundly.</p> + +<p>As the motion of the vessel made it evident there was +a heavy sea on, I went up the companion-way to see what +the weather was like. It was a wild, weird night. A +south-west gale was blowing and a tremendous sea running. +There was no moon, but the stars shone with a superb +lustre wherever the ragged, storm-driven scud allowed them +to be seen. I passed a few words with the mate, and asked +him what he thought of the weather.</p> + +<p>‘It’s a bad wind for us,’ he answered, ‘and the heavy +squalls that come up every now and then prevent our setting +much sail. But if I were skipper, I would crack on +and let things rip. I’d drive the ship even at the risk of +losing canvas.’</p> + +<p>‘Why don’t you do so, as it is?’ I asked. ‘You’ve +got charge of the deck for the next four hours, and have +practically a free hand.’</p> + +<p>‘No I haven’t,’ he answered. ‘I’ve got to obey +orders, though I think sometimes, between you and me, +sir, that the old man’s got a bee in his bonnet, as they say +in Scotland.’</p> + +<p>‘What makes you think that?’ I queried, my interest +in the skipper making me anxious to hear what the mate +had to say. I had not before had any conversation with +him about the captain’s condition. Indeed, he was not a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_321">[321]</span> +very talkative or communicative person. He was what is +termed a cautious Scotsman.</p> + +<p>‘Well, I think it’s because he’s given to seeing the devil, +or something as bad.’</p> + +<p>I laughed, although I was serious enough; and being +anxious to draw the officer out, I remarked:</p> + +<p>‘Well, I shouldn’t say it’s quite as bad as that; but he +is ill, there is no doubt about it, and wants looking after.’</p> + +<p>‘I should think he does,’ was the reply, given with +peculiar decisiveness. Then, bending his head towards me, +the better to make himself heard without raising his voice +too much, for the howling of the wind made it difficult to +hear sometimes, he added, ‘Look here, Mr. Gibling, will +you give me your promise that, if I express an opinion, it +won’t go any farther?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, I think you may trust me,’ I answered.</p> + +<p>‘Well, look here, sir, if you have any influence with +the old man, you should persuade him to keep his room for +the rest of the passage. And if he won’t, I say that in his +own interest and the interest of everyone on board this +craft, that he should be made to stay there.’</p> + +<p>Never before had the mate been so outspoken to me, +and it was further evidence, if I needed any, that the +skipper’s condition had not escaped the observation of +others; and I seriously determined to act on the suggestion, +and use every effort to induce the captain to keep his +room.</p> + +<p>As a slight shift in the wind here necessitated the mate +ordering the watch to trim the yards, I went below, and, +feeling thoroughly exhausted, I drank a glass of whisky, +and turning in, fell asleep. I must have slept between +three and four hours, when I awoke with a start, for overhead +was a tremendous hubbub. The tramping of heavily-booted +feet, the rattling of cordage, the shaking of sails; +while the ship, which was heeled over at an unusual angle, +was quivering. I hastily donned my dressing-gown, and +rushed on deck. A very heavy squall had struck us, and +had torn the main-sail out of the bolt ropes. ‘All hands’<span class="pagenum" id="Page_322">[322]</span> +had been called on deck, and what with the shrieking wind +and roaring sea, and the hoarse voices of the sailors, the +situation seemed alarming enough to a landsman like +myself. A lurch of the ship drove me down to the lee +rail against the mizzen shrouds, which I clung to for dear +life. Suddenly I felt myself gripped round the waist, and +a body seemed to fall at my feet. I realised in an instant that +it was the captain. He had only his shirt and drawers on. +His feet were bare, his head was bare. So much I was able +to make out in the darkness that wasn’t altogether darkness, +for a few stars still shone.</p> + +<p>‘For the love of God, for the sake of the Christ that +was crucified, save me!’ shrieked the unhappy man, as he +crouched on his knees and linked his hands round my body.</p> + +<p>‘Don’t give way like this,’ I said, feeling almost distracted +myself. ‘Come, let me lead you down to your +cabin. The mate will look after the ship. She is in good +hands.’</p> + +<p>It seemed as if the unhappy man did not understand +what I had said to him, for pointing to the sea, he cried in +a voice of acute terror:</p> + +<p>‘There, there, don’t you see it? there on that wave? +Oh, my God, it’s awful!’</p> + +<p>Mechanically I turned my eyes to where he pointed, +and to my astonishment I saw what appeared to me to be +a pale, lambent flame, shapeless and blue and nebulous. +But I am conscious of thinking to myself that this was +some natural phenomenon, like the well-known St. Elmo’s +fire. Slowly, however, even as I watched (for my eyes +were riveted on that light by some strange fascination), I +saw the shapeless mass grow brighter. Then for the first +time it seemed to dawn upon me that I was gazing upon +something unearthly. My heart leaped to my mouth at +the conviction, and a cold shivering thrilled through my +body. I tried to shut out the vision, but my eyes would +not close; I was under some spell, against which I had no +power of resistance.</p> + +<p>As I gazed, the flame assumed shape; the shape of a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_323">[323]</span> +human being. I distinguished a face, wan and ghastly. +The eyes were lustreless and fixed, like those of a dead +man. In the naked body were many wounds, and from +these wounds blood spurted out in streams, and as it seemed +to me made the sea around crimson. I shuddered with +horror at this dreadful sight; my knees bent under me, +and I was on the point of sinking down, when I made a +supreme effort and rallied. For the skipper was still clinging +to me. I felt his weight, I heard his groans, but I saw +nothing save that spectral figure with the gory streams +pouring from its body.</p> + +<p>Panting and breathless, a cold perspiration bursting +through every pore, and with a feeling as if the scalp of my +head was shrinking to nothing, I continued to gaze. The +figure remained motionless, but its dull, glazed, dead eyes +riveted themselves upon me as I thought, and I could not +endure their gaze. I felt my brain maddening with terror; +driven to frenzy I made a supreme effort to lift the captain +in my arms and carry him bodily down to his room. But +he broke from me. He made as it seemed a flying leap +from the poop to the waist of the ship; then another flying +leap over the rail into the dark seething waters. I heard the +heavy splash his falling body made. One long, piercing +shriek as he floated astern filled the air.</p> + +<p>I remember little more. There was a cry of ‘Man +overboard!’; a wild rush of feet; a hasty cutting away of +lifebuoys; hoarse voices mingling with flapping sails. +How I got below I don’t know, but I found myself lying +in my berth with the Spanish lady standing over me, putting +eau de cologne on my temples.</p> + +<p>‘Do you feel better now?’ she asked in a not unkindly +way.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, thank you,’ I answered, feeling confused; ‘but +tell me, what does it mean? What has happened?’</p> + +<p>‘Why, don’t you know?’ she exclaimed; ‘the captain +has jumped overboard. I told you what would happen. +He was haunted and went mad, I suppose. Anyway the +poor fellow’s gone.’</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_324">[324]</span>‘And how did I get here?’ I asked, with a dreadful +sinking sensation at the heart and a dazed numb feeling in +the brain.</p> + +<p>‘Well, you tumbled down the companion-way and +were insensible when the stewards picked you up. You +fainted, I suppose, with fright, eh?’</p> + +<p>‘I don’t know, I don’t know,’ I murmured. ‘It’s all a +dream.’</p> + +<p>‘Now tell me and speak the truth?’ she said, in a commanding +tone. ‘Did you see anything?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes’</p> + +<p>‘What?’</p> + +<p>‘The vision of a bleeding man.’</p> + +<p>‘Ah!’ she exclaimed triumphantly, ‘how about your +scepticism now, eh?’</p> + +<p>I had to confess that, according to my belief, I had +seen the spectre of a man bleeding from several wounds; +but still I thought it was nothing more than a delusion.</p> + +<p>‘But the captain was with you?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes.’</p> + +<p>‘And he saw it?’</p> + +<p>‘I have reason to think so.’</p> + +<p>‘Then were you both deluded? Anyway, poor fellow, +he was deluded to his death. For he has perished.’</p> + +<p>I could not enter into any argument. I felt too ill and +distressed. I thanked her for her attention, and begged +that she would leave me, as I thought I could sleep. She +complied with this request, but I tossed and dreamed nightmare +dreams, and dreamed and tossed for hours. It took +me several days to recover from that awful shock to the +nerves; indeed, I don’t think I have ever quite recovered, +or that I ever shall. I need scarcely say that from the +moment the poor demented captain took that flying leap +into the sea nothing more was ever seen of him, and an +entry of his suicide was made in the log-book, and I signed +it. On our arrival at Havana an inquiry was held by the +British Consul, and I was called upon to state what I knew. +I confined myself to saying that the captain believed himself<span class="pagenum" id="Page_325">[325]</span> +that he saw a vision occasionally. He was very greatly +affected, and I presume his brain gave way. I did not +attempt to speak of my own awful experience. It was not +necessary. Even if I had done so how could I have hoped +to be believed? And yet I had seen with my own eyes. I, +a scoffer in such matters, had been convinced, and what I +have written here I solemnly declare to be true. Perhaps +somebody cleverer than I, and more learned than I, may be +able to explain away the mystery, but for me it will remain +an awful, appalling mystery until I cease to breathe. Then, +perhaps—who knows?—I may be able to solve it.</p> + +<hr class="tiny"> + +<p class="center">PRINTED BY<br> +SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE<br> +LONDON</p> + + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_f005a.jpg" alt="publisher's logo"></div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<div class="transnote"> +<p class="ph1">TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:</p> + +<p>Perceived typographical errors have been corrected.</p> + +<p>Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.</p> + +<p>Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.</p> + +<p>On page 181, the sentence "There was but one person at all disposed to rebel against +the despotic sovereignty which John Morgan--" appears. The transcriber believes that the name should be William Morgan, but +has retained the text as printed.</p> + +<p>On page 222, the sentence "Morgan, as was remembered, had gambled his +fortune away..." appears. 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