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IERE the great personages of the past victims lucky hits and one can see no way for guessing to
have accounted for the results.” Have you that
of the ancient world as Socrates, Pericles, and Alex- open-minded attitude of today which warrants a
ander the Great have been deluded and cast under clear, positive revelation of the facts of mind which _
the spell of witchcraft—or did the oracles whom they intolerance and bigotry have suppressed for years ?
consulted actually possess a mysterious faculty Advance with the times; learn the truth about
of foresight? That the human mind can truly your inherited powers.
exert an influence over things and conditions
was not a. credulous belief of the ancients, but a Let this free book explain
known and demonstrable fact to them. That there The Rosicrucians (NOT a religious organization) have
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and commanded at will, was not a fantasy of these ena. Established throughout the world for centuries,
sages of antiquity, but a dependable aid to which they
have for ages expounded these truths to those thinking
they turned in time of need. men
It is time you realized that the rites, rituals and and women who sought to make the utmost of their
practices of the ancients were not superstitions, but natural
subterfuges to conceal the marvelous workings of
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NOVELETTE .
THERE ARE SUCH THINGS ........ Seabury Quinn 96
In the Dark Ages a Girl Wasn’t Above Going to the Devil to Keep Her Lover.
SHORT STORIES
BY WHAT MYSTIC MOORING . .....................................Frank Owen 41
A Strange Romance — Set Amid the Swirling, Mysterious
Fog of a Ghost City in the Orient.
DRIFTING ATOMS......................................Mary Elizabeth Counselman 48
It Doesn’t Do to Meddle with Laws Not Meant to Be Changed by Man.
THE PHANTOM PISTOL..................................................... . Carl Jacobi 62
That Pistol Drew Him Like a Powerful Lodestone--------------------------
THE GHOST OF A CHANCE.............................................A. B. Almy 71
A Traveling Salesman Finds Himself High Pressured by a Mummy!
BEAUTY’S BEAST...............................................................Robert Bloch 79
Snakes . . . Undulating in the Evil Glory of Their Poisonous Beauty.
ALTIMER’S AMULET....................................... . . August W. Derleth 91
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THE BALLAD OF LALUNE..............................................................................Leslyn MacDonald 119
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6
HE CASE OF
Charles Dexter Ward
By H. P. LOVECRAFT
The essential Saltes of. Animals may be so pre- unique. His madness held no affinity to
pared and preserved, that an ingenious Man may any sort recorded in even the latest and
have the whole Ark of Noah in his owne Studie andmost exhaustive of treatises, and was con-
raise the fine shape of in Animal out of its Ashes at
his Pleasure; and by the lyke method from the
joined to a mental force which would have
made him a genius or a leader had it not
essential Saltes of humane Dust, a Philosopher may,
been twisted into strange and grotesque
without any criminal Necromancy, call up the Shape
of any dead Ancestour from the Dust whereinto hisforms.
Bodie has been incinerated. Only Dr. Willett, who brought Charles
BORELLUS. Ward into the world and watched his
1. A Result and a Prologue growth of body and mind ever since,
seemed frightened at the thought of his
F ROM a private hospital for the in- future freedom. He had had a terrible
sane near Providence, Rhode Island, experience and had made a terrible dis-
there recently disappeared an ex- covery which he dared not reveal to his
ceedingly singular person. He bore the skeptical colleagues. Willett, indeed, pre-
name of Charles Dexter Ward, and was sents a minor mystery all his own in his
placed under restraint most reluctantly by connection with the case. He was the last
his grieving father. to see the patient before his flight, and
The patient seemed oddly older than his emerged from that final conversation in a
twenty-six years would warrant; his face state of mixed horror and relief which sev-
had taken on a subtle cast which only the eral recalled when Ward’s escape became
very aged usually acquire. While his or- known three hours later. That escape itself
ganic processes showed a certain queemess is one of the unsolved wonders of Dr.
of proportion which nothing in medical Waite’s hospital. A window open above
experience can parallel. Respiration and a sheer drop of sixty feet could hardly
heart action had a baffling lack of symme- explain it, yet after that talk with Willett
try, the voice was lost, so that no sounds the youth was undeniably gone.
above a whisper were possible, digestion He had found Ward in his room, but
was incredibly prolonged and minimized. shortly after his departure the attendants
The skin had a morbid chill and dryness, knocked in vain. When they opened the
and the cellular structure of the tissue door the patient was not there, and all they
seemed exaggeratedly coarse and loosely- found was the open window with a chill
knit. Even a large olive birthmark on his April breeze blowing in a cloud of fine
right hip had disappeared, whilst there had bluish-gray dust that almost choked them.
formed on his chest a very peculiar mole or True, the dogs had howled some time be-
blackish spot of which no trace existed be- fore; but that was while Willett was still
fore. present, and they had caught nothing and
Psychologically, too, Charles Ward was shown no disturbance later on. Ward’s
8
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 9
father was told at once over the telephone, in some humble and unexacting position
but he seemed more saddened than sur- till his stock of modern information can be
prised. By the time Dr. Waite called in brought up to the normal.
person, Dr. Willett had been talking with The beginning of Ward’s madness is a
him, and both disavowed any knowledge matter of dispute among alienists. Dr.
or complicity in the escape. Only from Lyman, the eminent Boston authority,
certain closely confidential friends of Wil- places it in 1919 or 1920, during the boy’s
lett and the senior Ward have any clues last year at the Moses Brown School, when
been gained, and even these are too wildly he suddenly turned from the study of the
fantastic for general credence. The one past to the study of the occult, and refused
fact which remains is that up to the pres- to qualify for college on the ground that
ent time no trace of the missing madman he had individual researches of much
has been unearthed. greater importance to make.
It is, broadly speaking, undeniable that
the winter of 1919-20 saw a great change
C HARLES WARD was an antiquarian in Ward; whereby he abruptly dropped his
from infancy, no doubt gaining his general antiquarian pursuits and embarked
taste from the venerable town around him, on a desperate delving into occult subjects
and from the relics of the past which filled both at home and abroad, varied only by
every corner of his parent’s old mansion in this strangely persistent search for his fore-
Prospect Street on the crest of the hill. father’s grave.
With the years his devotion to ancient From this opinion, however, Dr. Willett
things increased; so that history, genealogy, substantially dissents, basing his verdict on
and the study of Colonial architecture, fur- his close and continuous knowledge of the
niture, and craftsmanship at length patient, and on certain frightful investiga-
crowded everything else from his sphere tions and discoveries which he made toward
of interests. These tastes are important to the last. .
remember in considering his madness. One Those investigations and discoveries
would have fancied the patient literally have left their mark upon him; so that
transferred to a former age through some his voice trembles when he tells them,
obscure sort of auto-hypnosis. The odd and his hand trembles when he tries to
thing was that Ward seemed no longer in- write of them.
terested in the antiquities he knew so well. The true madness, he is certain, came
He had, it appears, lost his regard for them, with a later change; after the Curwen por-
through sheer familiarity; and all his final trait and the ancient papers had been un-
efforts Xvere obviously bent toward master- earthed; after a trip to strange foreign
ing those common facts of the modern places had been made, and some terrible
world which had been so totally and un- invocations chanted under strange and se-
mistakably expunged from his brain. His cret circumstances; after certain answers to
whole program of reading and conversa- these invocations had been plainly indi-
tion was determined by a frantic wish to cated, and a frantic letter penned under
imbibe such knowledge of his own life and agonizing and inexplicable conditions;
of the ordinary practical and cultural back- after the wave of vampirism and the omi-
ground of the twentieth century as ought to nous Pawtuxet gossip; and after the pa-
have been his by virtue of his birth in 1902 tient’s memory commenced to exclude
and his education in the schools of our own contemporary images whilst his voice
time. Alienists are of the dominant opin- failed and his physical aspect underwent
ion that the escaped patient is “lying low”
10 WEIRD TALES
the subtle modification so many subse- umned Doric porches dreamed solid and
quently noticed. exclusive amidst their generous yards and
It was only about this time, Willett gardens.
points out with much acuteness, that the He had been wheeled, too, along sleepy
nightmare qualities became indubitably Congdon Street, one tier lower down on the
linked with Ward, and the doctor feels steep hill, and with all its eastern houses
shudderingly sure that enough solid evi- on high terraces. The small wooden houses
dence exists to sustain the youth’s claim averaged a greater age here, for it was up
regarding his crucial discovery. There were this hill that the growing town had
the mysteries and coincidences of the Orne climbed. One of the child’s first memories
and Hutchinson letters, and the problem of is of the great westward sea of hazy roofs
the Curwen penmanship and of what the and domes and steeples and far hills which
detectives brought to light about Dr. Allen; he saw one winter afternoon from that
these things, and the terrible message in great railed embankment, all violet and
mediaeval minuscules found in Willett’s mystic against a fevered, apocalyptic sun-
pocket when he gained consciousness after set of reds and golds and purples and curi-
his shocking experience. ous greens. The vast marble dome of the
And most conclusive of all, there are the State House stood out in massive silhou-
. two hideous results which the doctor ob- ette, its crowning statue haloed fantastir
tained from a certain pair of formulae dur- cally by a break in one of the tinted stratus
ing his final investigations; results which clouds that barred the flaming sky.
virtually proved the authenticity of the When he was larger his famous walks
papers and of their monstrous implications began; first with his impatiently dragged
at the same time that those papers were nurse and then alone in dreamy medita-
borne for ever from human knowledge. tion. One may picture him yet as he was
in those days; tall, slim, and blond, with
studious eyes and a slight stoop, dressed
trace of the morbid. Graveyards held for expectations, for old letters, diaries and
him no particular attraction beyond their sheaves of unpublished memoirs in cob-
quaintness and historic value, and of any- webbed Providence garrets and elsewhere
thing like violence or savage instinct he wasyielded many illuminating passages which
utterly devoid. Tiren, by insidious degrees, their writers had not thought it worth their
there appeared to develop a curious sequel while to destroy. One important sidelight
to one of his genealogical triumphs of the came from a point as remote as New York,
year before; when he had discovered among where some Rhode Island colonial corre-
his maternal ancestors a certain very long- spondence was stored in the Museum at
lived man named Joseph Curwen, who had Fraunces’ Tavern. The really crucial thing,
come from Salem in March of 1692, and though, and what in Dr. Willett’s opinion
about whom a whispered series of highly formed the definite source of Ward’s un-
peculiar and disquieting stories clustered. doing, was the matter found in August,
1919, behind the panelling of the crum-
bling house in Olney Court. It was that,-
W ARD’S great-great-grandfather Wel- beyond a doubt, which opened up those
come Potter had in 1785 married a blade vistas whose end was deeper than
certain "Ann Tillinghast, daughter to Mrs. the pit.
Eliza, daughter to Capt. James Tillinghast,”
of whose paternity the family had pre- 2. An Antecedent and a Horror
served no trace. Late in 1918, whilst ex-
amining a volume of original town records
in manuscript, the young genealogist en-
countered an entry describing a legal
J OSEPH CURWEN, as revealed by the
rambling legends embodied in what
Ward heard and unearthed, was a very as-
change of name, by which in 1772 a Mrs. tonishing, enigmatic, obscurely horrible in-
Eliza Curwen, widow of Joseph Curwen, dividual. He had fled from Salem to
resumed, along with her seven-year-old Providence—that universal haven of the
daughter Ann, her maiden name of Til- odd, the free, and the dissenting—at the
linghast; on the ground "that her Hus- beginning of the great witchcraft panic; be-’
band’s name was become a public Reproach ing in fear of accusation because of his soli-
by Reason of what was knowne after his tary ways and queer chemical or alchemical
Decease; the which confirming antient experiments. He was a colorless-looking
common Rumour, tho’ not to be credited man of about thirty, and was soon found
by a loyall Wife till so proven as to be qualified to become a freeman of Provi-
wholely past Doubting.” This entry came dence; thereafter buying a home lot just
to light upon the accidental separation of north of Gregory Dexter’s at about the foot
two leaves which had been carefully pasted of Olney Street. His house was built on
together and treated as one by a labored Stampers Hill west of the Town Street, in
revision of the page numbers. what- later' became Olney Court; and in
It was at once clear to Charles Ward that 1761 he replaced this with a larger one,
he had indeed discovered a hitherto un- on the same site, which is still standing.
known great-great-great-grandfather. Hav- Now the first odd thing about Joseph
ing discovered his own relationship to this Curwen was that he did not seem to grow
apparently “hushed-up” character, he at much older than he had been on his arrival.
once proceeded to hunt out as systematical- He engaged in shipping enterprises, pur-
ly as possible whatever he might find con- chased wharfage near Mile-End Cove,
cerning him. In this excited quest he helped rebuild the Great Bridge in 1713,
eventually succeeded beyond his highest and in 1723 was one of the founders of
12 WEIRD TALES
the Congregational Church on the hill; ments were conducted. Curious porters and
but always did he retain the nondescript teamers who delivered bottles, bags or
aspect of a man not greatly over thirty or boxes at the small rear door would ex-
thirty-five. As the decades mounted up, change accounts of the fantastic flasks,
this singular quality began to excite wide crucibles, alembics, and furnaces they saw
notice; but Curwen always explained it by in the low-shelved room; and prophesied
saying that he came of hardy forefathers, in whispers that the close-mouthed "chym-
and practiced a simplicity of living which ist”—by which they meant alchemist—
did not wear him out. How such simplic- would not be long in finding the Philoso-
ity could be reconciled with the inexplic- pher’s Stone. The nearest neighbors to this
able comings and goings of the secretive farm—the Fenners, a quarter of a mile
merchant, and with the queer gleamings of away—had still queerer things to tell of
his windows at all hours of night, was not certain sounds which they insisted came
very clear to the townsfolk; and they were from the Curwen place in the night. There
prone to assign other reasons for his con- were cries, they said, and sustained bowl-
tinued youth and longevity. It was held, ings; and they did not like the large
for the most part, that Curwen’s incessant number of livestock which thronged the
mixings and boilings of chemicals had pastures. Then, too, there was something
- much to do with his condition. At length, very obnoxious about a certain great stone
when over fifty years had passed since the outbuilding with only high narrow slits for
stranger’s advent, and without producing windows. ■
more than five years’ apparent change in Great Bridge idlers likewise had much
his face and physique, the people began to to say of Curwen’s town house in Olney
whisper more darkly; and to meet more Court; not so much the fine new one built
than halfway that desire for isolation which in 1761, when the man must have been
he had always shown. nearly a century old, but the first low
Private letters and diaries of the period gambrel-roofed one with the windowless
reveal, too, a multitude of other reasons attic and shingled sides, whose timbers he
why Joseph Curwen was marvelled at, took the peculiar precaution of burning
feared, and finally shunned like a plague. after its demolition. Here there was less
His passion for graveyards, in which he mystery, it is true; but the hours at which
was glimpsed at all hours and under all lights were seen, the secretiveness of the
conditions, was notorious; though no one two swarthy foreigners who comprised the
had witnessed any deed on his part which only manservants, the hideous indistinct
could actually be termed ghoulish. On the mumbling of the incredibly aged French
Pawtuxet Road he had a farm, at which housekeeper, the large amounts of food
he generally lived during the summer, and seen to enter a door within which only
to which he would frequently be seen rid- four persons lived, and the quality of cer-
ing at various odd times of the day or tain voices often heard in muffled conver-
night. Here his only visible servants, farm- sation at highly unseasonable times, all
ers, and caretakers were a sullen pair of combined with what was known of the
aged Narragansett Indians; the husband Pawtuxet farm to give the place a bad
dumb and curiously scarred, and the wife name.
of a very repulsive cast of countenance,
probably due to a mixture of Negro blood. TN CHOICER circles, too, the Curwen
In the lean-to of this house was the labora- home was by no means undiscussed;
tory where most of the chemical experi- for as the newcomer had gradually worked
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 13
into the church and trading life of the mes Trismogistus in Mesnard’s edition,
town, he had naturally made acquaintances the Turba Philosopharum, Geber’s Liber
of the better sort, whose company and con- Investigationis, and Artephous’ Key of
versation he was well fitted by education Wisdom all were there; with the cabalistic
to enjoy. Zohar, Peter Jammy’s set of Albertus Mag-
His birth was known to be good, since nus, Raymond Lully’s Ars Magna et Ul-
the Curwens or Carwens of Salem needed tima in Zetzner’s edition, Roger Bacon’s
no introduction in New England. It de- Thesaurus Chemicus, Fludd’s Clavis Alchi-
veloped that Joseph Curwen had traveled miae, and Trithemius’ De Lapide Philoso-
much in very early life, living for a time phico crowding them close. Mediaeval
in England and making at least two voy- Jews and Arabs were represented in pro-
ages to the Orient; and his speech, when fusion, and Mr. Merritt turned pale when,
he deigned to use it, was that of a learned upon taking down a fine volume conspicu-
and cultivated Englishman. There seemed ously labeled as the Qunoon-e-lslam, he
to lurk in his bearing some cryptic, sar- found it was in truth the forbidden TKe-
donic arrogance, as if he had come to find cronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Al-
all human beings dull through having hazred, of which he had heard such
moved among stranger and more potent monstrous things whispered some years
entities. previously after the exposure of nameless
In 1746 Mr. John Merritt, an elderly rites at the strange little fishing village of
English gentleman- of literary and scien- Kingsport, in the Province of the Massa-
tific leanings, came from Newport to the chusetts-Bay.
town which was so rapidly overtaking it in But the worthy gentleman owned him-
standing, and built a fine country seat on self most impalpably disquieted by a mere
the Neck in what is now the heart of the minor detail. On the huge mahogany table
best residence section where he lived in there lay face downward a badly worn copy
considerable style and comfort. Hearing of Borellus, bearing many cryptical mar-
of Curwen as the owner of the best library ginalia and interlineations in Curwen’s
in Providence, Mr. Merritt early paid him a hand.
call, and was more cordially received than The book was open at about its mid-
most other callers at the house had been. dle, and one paragraph displayed such
Curwen suggested a visit to the farmhouse thick and tremulous pen-strokes beneath
and laboratory whither he had never in- the lines of mystic black-letters that the visi-
vited anyone before; and the two drove tor could not resist scanning it through.
out at once in Mr. Merritt’s coach. He recalled it to the end of his days, writ-
Mr. Merritt maintained that the titles of ing it down from memory in his diary and
the books in the special library of thauma- once trying to recite it to his close friend
turgical, alchemical, and theological sub- Dr. Checkley, till he saw how greatly it
jects which Curwen kept in a front room disturbed that .urbane rector. It read:
were alone sufficient to inspire him with a
lasting loathing. This bizarre collection, The esential Saltes of Animals may be so pre-
besides a host of standard works which pared and preserved, that an ingenious Man may
have the whole Ark of Noah in his owne Studie,
Mr. Merritt was not too alarmed to envy, and raise the fine Shape of an Animal out of its
embraced nearly all the cabbalists, demen- Ashes at his Pleasure; and by the lyke Method from
ologists, and magicians known to man; and the essential Saltes of humane Dust, a Philosopher
was a treasure-house of lore in the doubt- may, without any criminal Necromancy, call up the
Shape of any dead Ancestour from the Dust where-
ful realms of alchemy and astrology. Her- into his Bodie has been incinerated.
14 WEIRD TALES
T WAS near the docks along the south- abatement in the visible aversion displayed
I erly part of the Town Street, however,
that the worst things were muttered about
toward him; especially after the rapid dis-
appearances of his sailors abruptly ceased.
' Joseph Curwen. Sailors are superstitious He must likewise have begun to practice
folk; and all made strange furtive signs of an extreme care and secrecy in his grave-
protection when they saw the slim, decep- yard expeditions, for he was never again
tively young-looking figure with its yellow caught at such wanderings; whilst the ru-
hair and slight stoop entering the Curwen mors of uncanny sounds and maneuvers at
warehouse in Doubloon Street or talking his Pawtuxet farm diminished in propor-
with captains and supercargos on the long tion.
quay where the Curwen ships rode rest- But the effect of all this belated mending
lessly. Curwen’s own clerks and captains was necessarily slight. Curwen continued
hated and feared him,,and all his sailors to be avoided and distrusted, as indeed the
were mongrel riff-raff from Martinique, St. one fact of his continued air of youth at a
Eustatius, Havana, or Port Royal. It was, great age would have been enough to war-
in a way, the frequency with which these rant; and he could see that in the end his
sailors were replaced, which inspired the fortunes would be likely to suffer. So
acutest and most tangible part of the fear about this time the crafty scholar hit upon
in which the old man was held, and in a last desperate expedient to regain his
time it became exceedingly difficult for footing in the community. Hitherto a com-
Curwen to keep his oddly assorted hands. plete hermit, he now determined to con-
By 1760 Joseph Curwen was virtually tract an advantageous marriage; securing
an outcast, suspected of vague horrors and as a bride some lady whose unquestioned
daemoniac alliances which seemed all the position would make all ostracism of his
more menacing because they could not be home impossible. It may be that he also
named, understood, or even proved to ex- had deeper reasons for wishing an alliance;
ist. reasons so far outside the known cosmic
Meanwhile the merchant’s worldly af- sphere that only papers found a century
fairs were prospering. He had a virtual and a half after his death caused anyone
monopoly of the town’s trade in saltpetre, to suspect them; but of this nothing cer-
black pepper, and cinnamon, and easily led tain can ever be learned. Naturally he was
any other one shipping establishment save aware of the horror and indignation with
the Browns in his importation of brass- which any ordinary courtship of his would
ware, indigo, cotton, woollens, salt, rig- be received, hence looked about for some
ging, iron, paper and English goods of likely candidate upon whose parents he
every kind, Curwen was, in fact, one of might exert a suitable pressure. Such can-
the prime exporters of the Colony. didates, he found, were not at all easy to
discover; since he had very particular re-
CpHE sight of this strange, pallid man, quirements in the way of beauty, accom-
-*- hardly middle-aged in aspect yet cer- plishments, and social security. At length
tainly not less than a full century old, seek- his survey narrowed down to the household
ing at last to emerge from a cloud of fright of one of his best and oldest ship-captains,
and detestation too vague to pin down or a widower of high birth and unblemished
analyze, was at once a pathetic, a dramatic, standing named Dutie Tillinghast, whose
and a contemptible thing. Such is the only daughter Eliza seemed dowered with
power of wealth and of surface gestures, every conceivable advantage save prospects
however, that there came indeed a slight as an heiress. Captain Tillinghast was com-
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 15
astonished both her and the community by
pletely under the domination of Curwen; displaying an extreme gradousness arid
and consented, after a terrible interview in consideration. The new house in Olney
his cupolaed house on Power’s Lane hill, Court was now wholly free from disturb-
to sanction the blasphemous alliance. ing manifestations, and although Curwen
was much absent at the Pawtuxet farm
TpLIZA TILLINGHAST was at that which his wife never visited, he seemed
■*-* time eighteen years of age, and had more like a normal citizen than at any other
been reared as gently as the reduced cir- time in his long years of residence. Only
cumstances of her father permitted. Her one person remained in open enmity with
arguments with her father concerning the him, this being the youthful ship’s officer
proposed Curwen marriage must have been whose engagement to Eliza Tillinghast had
painful indeed; but of these we have no been so abruptly broken. Ezra Weeden
record. Certain it is that her engagement had frankly vowed vengeance; and though
to young Ezra Weeden, second mate of of a quiet and originally mild disposition,
the Crawford packet Enterprise, was duti- was now gaining a hate-bred, dogged pur-
fully broken off, and that her union with pose which boded no good to the usurp-
Joseph Curwen took place on the seventh ing husband.
of March, 1763, in the Baptist church, in On the seventh of May, 1765, Curwen’s
the presence of one of the most distin-
only child Ann was born; and was chris-
guished assemblages which the town could
tened by the Reverend John Graves of
boast; the ceremony being performed by
King’s Church, of which both husband and
the youngest Samuel Winson. The Gazette
mentioned the event very briefly, and in wife had become communicants shortly
most surviving copies the item in question after their marriage, in order to compro-
seems to be cut or torn out. Ward found mise between their respective Congrega-
a single intact copy after much search in tional and Baptist affiliations. The record
the archives of a private collector of note, of this birth, as well as that of the mar-
observing with amusement the meaningless riage two years before, was stricken from-
urbanity of the language: most copies of the church and town annals
where it ought to appear; and Charles
Monday evening last, Mr. Joseph Curwen, of Ward located both with the greatest diffi-
this Town, Merchant, was married to Miss Eliza
culty after his discovery of the widow’s
Tillinghast, Daughter of Captain Dutie Tilling-
hast, a young Lady who has real Merit, added change of name had apprised him of his
to a beautiful Person, to grace the connubial own relationship, and engendered the fev-
State and perpetuate its Felicity. erish interest which culminated in his mad-
ness. The birth entry, indeed, was found
Hie social influence of the Tillinghasts, very curiously through correspondence
however, was not to be denied; and once with the heirs of the loyalist Dr. Graves,
more Joseph Curwen found his house fre- who had taken with him a duplicate set
quented by persons whom he could never of records when he left his pastorate at
otherwise have induced to cross his thres- the outbreak of the Revolution. Ward had
hold. His acceptance was by no means
tried this source because he knew that his
complete, and his bride was socially the
great-great-grandmother, Ann Tillinghast
sufferer through her forced venture; but
Potter, had been an Episcopalian.
at all events the wall of utter ostracism
was somewhat worn down. In his treat- Shortly after the birth of his daughter,
ment of his wife the strange bridegroom an event he seemed to welcome with a
fervor greatly out of keeping with his
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usual coldness, Curwen resolved to sit for Smuggling and evasion were the rule in
a portrait. This he had painted by a very Narragansett Bay, and nocturnal landings
gifted Scotsman named Cosmo Alexander, of illicit cargoes were continuous common-
then a resident of Newport, and since fa- places. But Weeden, night after night,
mous as the early teacher of Gilbert Stuart. following the lighters or small sloops
The likeness was said to have been exe- which he saw steal off from the Curwen
cuted on a wall-panel of the library of the warehouses at the Town Street docks, soon
house in Olney Court, but neither of the felt assured that it was not merely His
two old'diaries mentioning it gave any Majesty’s armed ships which the sinister
hint of its ultimate disposition. skulker was anxious to avoid. The lighters
were wont to put out from the black silent
In 1766 came the final change in Joseph docks, and they would go down the bay
Curwen. It was very sudden, and gained some distance, perhaps as far as Namquit
wide notice amongst the curious townsfolk; Point, where they would meet and receive
for the air of suspense and expectancy cargo from strange ships of considerable
dropped like an old cloak, giving instant size and widely varied appearance. Cur-
place to an ill-concealed exaltation of per- wen’s sailors would then deposit this cargo
fect triumph. It was after this transition, at the usual point on the shore, and trans-
which appears to have come early in July, port it overland to the farm; locking it in
that the sinister scholar began to astonish the same cryptical stone building which
people by his possession of information had formerly received the Negroes. The
which only their long-dead ancestors cargo consisted almost wholly of boxes
would seem to be able to impart. and cases, of which a large proportion were
But Curwen’s feverish secret activities oblong and heavy, and disturbingly sug-
by no means ceased with this change. On gestive of coffins.
the contrary,, they tended rather to in- Weeden always watched the farm with
crease; so that more and more of his ship- unremitting assiduity, visiting it each night
ping business was handled by the captains for long periods, and seldom letting a week
whom he now bound to him by ties of fear go by without a sight except when the
as potent as those of bankruptcy had been. ground bore a footprint revealing snow.
He altogether abandoned the slave trade, Finding his own vigils interrupted by nau-
alleging that its profits were constantly tical duties, he hired a tavern companion
decreasing. Every possible moment was named Eleazar Smith to continue the sur-
spent at the Pawtuxet farm; though there vey during his absences; and between them
were rumors now and then of his presence the two could Eave set in motion some ex-
in places which, though not actually near traordinary rumors. That they did not do
graveyards, were yet so situated in relation so was only because they knew the effect
to graveyards that thoughtful people won- of publicity would be to warn their quarry
dered just how thorough the old mer- 'and make further progress impossible.
chant’s change of habits really was. Ezra
Weeden, though his periods of espionage
were necessarily brief and intermittent on
account of his sea voyaging, had a vindic-
tive persistence which the bulk of the
I T IS gathered that Weeden and Smith
became early convinced that a great
series of tunnels and catacombs, inhabited
practical townsfolk and farmers lacked;
by a very sizable staff of persons besides
and subjected Curwen’s affairs to a scrutiny
the old Indian and his wife, underlay the
such as they had never had before.
farm. The house was an old peaked relic
of the middle seventeenth century with
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 17
enormous stack chimney and diamond- versations were ever «heard in the house,
paned lattice windows, the laboratory being and Weeden and Smith conduded that Cur-
in a lean-to toward the north, where the wen had transferred his field of action to
roof came nearly to the ground. This regions below.
building stood clear of any other; yet judg- That such regions in truth existed,
ing by the different voices heard at odd seemed amply clear from many things.
times within, it must have been accessible Faint cries and groans unmistakably came
through secret passages beneath. These up now and then from what appeared to
voices ran the gamut betwixt dronings of be the solid earth in places far from any
dull acquiescence and explosions of frantic structure; whilst hidden in the bushes
pain or fury, rumblings of conversation along the river-bank in the rear, where the
and whines of entreaty, pantings of eager- high ground sloped steeply down to the
ness and shouts of protest. They appeared valley of the Pawtuxet, there was found
to be in different languages, all known to an arched oaken door in a frame of heavy
Curwen, whose rasping accents were fre- masonry, which was obviously an entrance
quently distinguishable in reply, reproof, to caverns within the hill.
or threatening.
Weeden had many verbatim reports of TT WAS in January, 1770, whilst Weeden
overheard scraps in his notebook, for Eng- J- and Smith were still debating vainly
lish, French, and Spanish, which he knew, on what, if anything, to think or do about
were frequently used; but of these nothing the whole bewildering business, that the
has survived. He did, however, say that incident of the Fortaleza occurred. Exas-
besides a few ghoulish dialogues in which perated by the burning of the revenue
the past affairs of Providence families were sloop Liberty at Newport during the previ-
concerned, most of the questions and an- ous summer, the customs'fleet under Ad-
swers he could understand were historical miral Wallace had adopted an increased
or scientific; occasionally pertaining to very vigilance concerning strange vessels; and
remote places and ages. Once, for ex- on this occasion His Majesty’s armed
ample, an alternately raging and sullen schooner Cygnet, under Captain Charles
figure was questioned in French about the Leshe, captured after a short pursuit one
Blade Prince’s massacre at Limoges in early morning the scow Fortaleza of Bar-
1370, as if there were some hidden reason celona, Spain, under Captain Manual Ar-
which he ought to know. Curwen asked ruda, bound according to its log from
the prisoner—if prisoner it were—whether Grand Cairo, Egypt, to Providence. When
the order to slay was given because of the searched for contraband material, this ship
Sign of the Goat found on the altar in the revealed the astonishing fact that its cargo
ancient Roman crypt beneath the cathedral, consisted exclusively of Egyptian mum-
or whether The. Dark Man of the Haute mies, consigned to "Sailor A. B. C.,” who
Vienne Coven had spoken the Three would come to remove his goods in a
Words. Failing to obtain replies, the in- lighter just off Namquit Point, and whose
quisitor had seemingly resorted to extreme identity Captain Arruda felt himself in
means; for there was a terrific shriek fol- honor bound not to reveal. The Vice-Ad-
lowed by silence and muttering and a miralty Court at Newport, at a loss what
bumping sound. to do in view of the non-contraband na-
None of these colloquies was ever ocu- ture of the cargo on the one hand and of
larly witnessed, since the windows were al- the unlawful secrecy of the entry on the
ways heavily draped. Later, no more con- other hand, compromised on Collector Rob-
18 WEIRD TALES
inson’s recommendation by freeing the ship vengeful Weeden would have done had he
but forbidding it a port in Rhode Island been ashore at the time.
waters. There were later rumors of its
having been seen in Boston Harbor,
though it never openly entered the Port
of Boston.
B Y THE autumn of 1770 Weeden de-
cided that the time was ripe to tell
others of his discoveries; for he had a large
This extraordinary incident did not fail number of facts to link together, and a sec-
of wide remark in Providence and there ond eye-witness to refute the possible
were not many who doubted the existence charge that jealousy and vindictiveness had
of some connection between the cargo of spurred his fancy. As his first confidant
mummies and the sinister Joseph Curwen; he selected Captain James Mathewson of
it did not take much imagination to link the Enterprise, who on the one hand knew
him with a freakish importation which him well enough not to doubt his veracity,
could not conceivably have been destined and on the other hand was sufficiently in-
for anyone else in the town. Weeden and fluential in the town to be heard in turn
Smith, of course, felt no doubt whatsoever with respect. The colloquy took place in
of the significance of the thing; and in- an upper room of Sabin’s Tavern near the
dulged in the wildest theories concerning docks, with Smith present to corroborate
Curwen and his monstrous labors. virtually every statement; and it could be
The following spring, like that of the seen that Captain Mathewson was tremen-
year before, had heavy rains; and the dously impressed. Like nearly everyone
watchers kept careful track of the river- else in the town, he had had black suspi-
bank behind the Curwen farm. Large sec- cions of his own anent Joseph Curwen;
tions were washed away, and a certain hence it needed only this confirmation and
number of bones discovered; but no enlargement of data to convince him abso-
glimpse was afforded of any actual subter- lutely. At the end of the conference he
ranean chambers or burrows. Something was very grave, and enjoined strict silence
was rumored, however, at the village of upon the two younger men.
Pawtuxet about a mile below, where the The right persons to tell, he believed,
river flows in falls over a rocky terrace to would be Dr. Benjamin West, whose pam-
join the placid landlocked cove. The fish- phlet on the late transit of Venus proved
erfolk about the bridge did not like the him a scholar and keen thinker; Reverend
wild way that one of the things stared as James Manning, President of the College;
it shot down to the still water below, or ex-Governor Stephen Hopkins, who had
the way that another half cried out al- been a member of the Philosophical So-
though its condition had greatly departed ciety at Newport, and was a man of very
from that of objects which normally cry broad perceptions; John Carter, publisher
out. of the Gazette; all four of the Brown
That rumor sent Smith—for Weeden brothers, John, Joseph, Nicholas and
was just then at sea—in haste to the river- Moses, who formed the recognized local
bank behind the farm; where surely enough magnates; old Dr. Jabez Bowen, whose
there remained the evidences of an exten- erudition was considerable, and who had
sive cave-in. Smith went to the extent of much first-hand knowledge of Curwen’s
some experimental digging, but was de- odd purchases; and Captain Abraham
terred by lack of success—or perhaps by Whipple, a privateersman of phenomenal
fear of possible success. It is interesting boldness and energy who could be counted
to speculate on what the persistent and re- on to lead in any active measures needed.
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 19
The mission of Captain Mathewson light January night with heavy snow un-
prospered beyond his highest expectations; derfoot there resounded over the river and
for whilst he found one or two of theup the hill a shocking series of cries which
chosen confidants somewhat skeptical ofbrought sleepy heads to every window; and
the possible ghostly side of Weeden’s tale, people around Weybosset Point saw a great
there was not one who did not think it white thing plunging frantically along the
necessary to take some sort of secret andbadly cleared space in front of the Turk’s
coordinated action. Curwen, it was clear,Head. There was a baying of dogs in the
formed a vague potential menace to the distance, but this subsided as soon as the
welfare of the town and Colony; and mustclamor of the awakened town became audi-
be eliminated at any cost. ble. Parties of men with lanterns and
Late in December, 1770, a group of emi-muskets hurried out to see what was hap-
nent townsmen met at the home of Stephen pening, but nothing rewarded their search.
Hopkins and debated tentative measures.The next morning, however, a giant, mus-
Weeden’s notes, which he had given tocular body, stark naked, was found on the
Captain Mathewson, were carefully read;jams of ice around the southern piers of
and he and Smith were summoned to givethe Great Bridge, where the Long Dock
testimony anent details. Something verystretched out beside Abbott’s distil-house,
like fear seized the whole assemblage be- and the identity of this object became a
fore the meeting was over, though theretheme for endless speculation and whisper-
ran through that fear a grim determinationing. It was not so much the younger as
which Captain Whipple’s bluff and reso-the older folk who whispered, for only in
nant profanity best expressed. They would the patriarchs did that rigid face with hor-
not notify the Governor, because a more ror-bulging eyes strike any chord of mem-
than legal course seemed necessary. Withory. They, shaking as they did so, ex-
hidden powers of uncertain extent appar-changed furtive murmurs of wonder and
ently at his disposal, Curwen was not afear; for in those stiff, hideous features
man who could safely be warned to leavelay a resemblance so marvelous as to be •
town. He must be surprised at his Paw-almost an identity—and that identity was
tuxet farm by a large raiding-party of sea- with a man who had died full fifty years
soned privateersmen and given one decisivebefore.
chance to explain himself. If he proved a Ezra Weeden was present at the finding;
madman, amusing himself with shriekedand remembering the baying of the night
and imaginary conversations in differentbefore, set out along Weybosset Street and
voices, he would be properly confined. Ifacross Muddy Dock Bridge whence the
something graver appeared, and if the un-sound had come. He had a curious expec-
derground horrors indeed turned out to be tancy, and was not surprised when, reach-
real, he and all with him must die. It ing the edge of the settled district where
could be done quietly, and even the widow the street merged into the Pawtuxet Road,
and her father need not be told how it camehe came upon some very curious tracks in
about. the snow. The naked giant had been pur-
sued by dogs and many booted men, and
the returning tracks of the hounds and
their masters could be easily traced. They
W HILE these serious steps were under
discussion there occurred in the town
an incident so terrible and inexplicable that
had given up the chase upon coming too
near the town. Weeden smiled grimly, and.
as a perfunctory detail traced the footprints
for a time little else was mentioned for
miles around. In the middle of a moon-
20 WEIRD TALES
.back to their source. It was the Pawtuxetjudge how truely that Horrendous thing is reported.
farm of Joseph Curwen, as he well knew Icansaynotto put
you againe, doe not call upp Any that you
downe; by the Which I meane, Any
it would be; and he would have given much that can in Tume call up somewhat against you,
had the yard been less confusingly tram- whereby your Powerfullest Devices may not be of
pled. As it was, he dared not seem too in- use. Ask of the Lesser, lest the greater shall not
terested in full daylight. Dr. Bowen, to wish to Answer, and shall commande more than
you. I was frighted when I read of your know’g
whom Weeden went at once with his re- what Ben Zariatnatmik hadde in his Ebony Boxe,
port, performed an autopsy on the strange for I was conscious who must have told you. And
corpse, and discovered peculiarities whichagaine I ask that you shalle write me as Jedediah
baffled him utterly. The digestive tracts and not Simon. In this Community a Man may not
live too long, and you knowe my Plan by which I
of the huge man seemed never to have been came back as my Son. I am desirous you will Ac-
in use, whilst the whole skin had a coarse, quaint me with what ye Blacke Man learnt from
loosely-knit texture impossible to accountSylvanus Cocidius in ye Vault, under ye Roman
for. Impressed by what the old man whis-wall, and will be oblig’d for ye Lend’g of ye MS.
you speak of.
pered of this body’s likeness to the long
dead blacksmith Daniel Green, whose Another and unsigned letter from Phila-
great-grandson Aaron Hoppin was a super-delphia provoked equal thought, especially
cargo in Curwen’s employ, Weeden asked for the following passage:
casual questions till he found where Green
was buried. That night a party of ten I will observe what you say respecting the send-
ing of Accounts only by yr Vessels, but can not
visited the old North Burying Ground op- always be certain when to expect them. In the
posite Herrenden’s Lane and opened a Matter spoke of, I require only one more thing; but
grave. They found it vacant, precisely as wish to be sure I apprehend you exactly. You in-
they had expected. . form me, that no Part must be missing if the finest
Effects are to be had, but you can not but know
how hard it is to be sure. It seems a great Hazard
TEANWHILE arrangements had beenand Burthen to take away the whole Box, and in
made with the post riders to inter- Town (i. e. St. Peter’s, St. Paul’s, St. Mary’s, or
cept Joseph Curwen’s mail, and shortly be- Christ Church) it can scarce be done at all. But I
fore the incident of the naked body thereknow what Imperfections were in the one rais'd up
October last, and how many live Specimens you
was found a letter 'from one Jedediah were forced to imploy before you hit upon the
Orne of Salem which made the cooperat- right Mode in the year 1766; so will be guided by
ing citizens think deeply. Parts of it, copied you in ail Matters. I am impatient for yr Brig, and
and preserved in the private archives of the inquire daily at Mr. Biddle’s Wharf.
Smith family where Charles Ward found A third suspicious letter was in an un-
it, ran as follows: known tongue and even an unknown al-
I delight that yóu continue in ye getting at Olde phabet. In the Smith diary found by
Matters in your Way, and doe not think better was Charles Ward a single oft-repeated combi-
done at Mr. Hutchinson’s in Salem-Village. Cer-
tainly, there was Noth’g butt ye liveliest Awfulness nation of characters is clumsily copied; and
in that which H. rais’d upp from what he cou’d authorities at Brown University have pro-
gather onlie a part of. What you sente,' did not nounced the alphabet Amharic or Abys-
Worke, whether because Any Thing miss’g, or be- sinian, although they do not recognize the
cause ye Wordes were not Righte from, my Speak’g
or yr copy’g. Alone am at a Loss. I have not ye word. None of these epistles was ever de-
Chymicall art to followe Borellus, and owne my livered to Curwen, though the disappear-
Selfe confounded by ye VII. Booke of ye Necro- ance of Jedediah Orme from Salem as
nomicon that you recommende. But I wou’d have
you Observe what was tolde to us aboute tak’g Care recorded shortly afterward showed that the
whom to calle up, for you are Sensible what Mr. Providence men took certain quiet steps.
Mather writ in ye Magnalia of--------------------, and can Curwen, despite all precautions, appar-
ently felt that something was in the wind;
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 21
for he was now remarked to wear an un- wen’s extirpation, and had informed the
usually worried look. His coach was seen Fenners that some action was about to be
at all hours in the town and on the Paw- taken. To them Mr. Brown had entrusted
tuxet Road, and he dropped little by little the duty of watching the Curwen farm-
the air of forced geniality with which he house, and of regularly reporting every in-
had latterly sought to combat the town’s cident which took place there.
prejudice. The nearest neighbors to his
farm, the Fenners, one night remarked a rpHE probability that Curwen was on
great shaft of light shooting into the sky guard and attempting unusual things,
from some aperture in the roof of that as suggested by the odd shaft of light,
cryptical stone building with the high ex- precipitated at last the action so carefully
cessively narrow windows; an event which devised by the band of serious citizens. Ac-
they quickly communicated to John Brown cording to the Smith diary a company of
in Providence. about one hundred men met at ten P.M. on
Mr. Brown bad become the executive Friday, April twelfth, 1771, in the great
leader of the select group bent on Cur- room of Thurston’s Tavern at the Sign of
11 WEIRD TALES
the Golden Lion on Weybosset Point across march without delay, grim and a trifle ap-
the Bridge. Of the guiding group of prehensive as they left the Muddy Dock
promirient men in addition to the leader, behind and mounted the gentle rise of
John Brown, there were present Dr. Broad Street toward the Pawtuxet Road.
Brown, with his case of surgical instru- An hour and a quarter later the raiders
ments, President Manning without the arrived, as previously agreed, at the Fenner
great periwig (the largest in the Colonies) farmhouse; where they heard a final report
for which he was noted, Governor Hop- on their intended victim. He had readied
kins, wrapped in a dark cloak and accom- his farm more than half an hour before,
panied by his seafaring brother Eseh whom and the strange light had soon afterward
he had initiated at the last moment with shot once into the sky. There were no
the permission of the rest, John Carter, lights in any visible windows, but this was
Captain Mathewson, and Captain Whipple, always the case of late. Even as this news
who was to lead the actual raiding party. was given another great glare arose toward
These chiefs conferred apart in a rear the south, and the party realized that they
chamber, after which Captain Whipple had indeed come close to the scene of awe-
emerged to the great room and gave the some and unnatural wonders. Captain
gathered seamen their last oaths and in- Whipple now ordered his force to separate
. structions. Eleazar Smith was with the into three divisions; one of twenty men un-
leaders as they sat in the rear apartment der Eleazar Smith to strike across to the
awaiting the arrival of Ezra Weeden, whose shore and guard the landing-place against
duty was to keep track of Curwen and re- possible reinforcements for Curwen until
port the departure of his coach for the summoned by a messenger for desperate
farm. service; a second of twenty men under Cap-
About ten-thirty a heavy rumble was tain Eseh Hopkins to steal down into the
heard on the Great Bridge, followed by the river valley behind the Curwen farm and
sound of a coach in the street outside; and demolish with axes or gunpowder the
at that hour there was no need of waiting oaken door in the high, steep bank; and
for Weeden in order to know that the the third to close in on the house and ad-
doomed man had set out for his last night jacent buildings themselves. Of this last
of unhallowed wizardry. A moment later, division one third was to be led by Cap-
as the receding coach clattered faintly over tain Mathewson to the cryptical stone edi-
the Muddy Dock Bridge, Weeden ap- fice with high narrow windows, another
peared; and the raiders fell silently into third to follow Captain Whipple himself
military order in the street, shouldering to the main farmhouse, and the remaining
the firelocks, fowling-pieces, or whaling third to preserve a circle around the whole
harpoons which they had with them. Wee- group of buildings until summoned by a
den and Smith were with the party, and of final emergency signal.
the deliberating citizens there were pres- The river party would break down the
ent for active service Captain Whipple, the hillside door at the sound of a single
leader, Captain Eseh Hopkins, John Carter, whistle-blast, waiting and capturing any-
President Manning, Captain Mathewson, thing which might issue from the regions
and Dr. Bowen; together with Moses within. At the sound of two whistle blasts
Brown, who had come up at the eleventh it would advance through the aperture to
hour though absent from the preliminary oppose the enemy or join the rest of the
session in the tavern. All these freemen raiding contingent. The party at the stone
and their hundred sailors began the long building would accept these respective sig-
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 23
nals in an analogous manner; forcing an liar muffled blend of roaring and crying
entrance at the first, and at the second de- and a powder blast which seemed to come
scending whatever passage into the ground from the same direction. Later on one man
might be discovered, and joining the gen- thought he caught some distant gunshots,
eral or focal warfare expected to take place and still later Smith himself felt the throb
within the caverns. A third or emergency of titanic thunderous words resounding in
signal of three blasts would summon the upper air. It was just before dawn that
immediate reserve from its general guard a single haggard messenger with wild eyes
duty; its twenty men dividing equally and and a hideous unknown odor about his
entering the unknown depths through both clothing appeared and told the detachment
farmhouse and stone building. Captain to disperse quietly to their homes and never
Whipple’s belief in the existence of cata- again think or speak of the night’s doings
combs was absolute, and he took no alter- or of him who had been Joseph Curwen.
native into consideration when making his Something about the bearing of the mes-
plans. He had with him a whistle of great senger carried a conviction which his mere
power and shrillness and did not fear any words could never have conveyed; for
mistaking or misunderstanding of signals. though he was a seaman well known to
The final reserve at the landing, of course, many of them, there was something ob-
was nearly out of the whistle’s range; scurely lost or gained in his soul which set
hence, would require a special messenger him for evermore apart. It was the same
if needed for help. Moses Brown and John later on when they met other old compan-
Carter went with Captain Hopkins to the ions who had gone into that zone of hor-
riverbank, while President Manning was ror. Most of them had lost or gained some-
detailed with Captain Mathewson to the thing imponderable and indescribable.
stone building. Dr. Bowen, with Ezra They had seen or heard or felt something
Weeden, remained in Captain Whipple’s which was not for human creatures, and
party which was to storm the farmhouse could not forget it. From them there was
itself. The attack was to begin as soon as never any' gossip, for to even the common-
a messenger from Captain Hopkins had est of mortal instincts there are terrible
joined Captain Whipple to notify him of boundaries. And from that single messen-
the river party’s readiness. The leader ger the party at the shore caught a nameless
would then deliver the loud single blast, awe which almost sealed their own lips.
and the various advance parties would com- Very few are the rumors which ever came
mence their simultaneous attack on three from any of them, and Eleazar Smith’s
points. Shortly before one A.M. the three diary is the only written record which has
divisions left the Fenner farmhouse; one to survived from that whole expedition which
guard the landing, another to seek the river set forth from the Sign of the Golden Lion
valley and the hillside door, and the third under the Stars.
to subdivide and attend to the actual build-
ings of the Curwen farm.
now burst out and was protracted ululantly OT one man who participated in that
in rising and falling paroxysms. At times
it became almost articulate, though no
N terrible raid could ever be induced
to say a word concerning it, and every frag-
auditor could trace any definite words; and ment of the vague data which survives
at one point it seemed to verge, toward the comes from those outside the final fighting
confines of diabolic and hysterical laughter. party. There is something frightful in the
Then a yell of utter, ultimate fright and care with which these actual raiders de-
stark madness wrenched from scores of stroyed each scrap which bore the least al-
human throats; a yell which came strong lusion to the matter.
and clear despite the depth from which Eight sailors had been killed, but al-
it must have burst; after which darkness though their bodies were not produced
and silence ruled all things. Spirals of their families were satisfied with the state-
acrid smoke ascended to blot out the stars, ment that a clash with customs officers had
though no flames appeared, and no build- occurred. The same statement also covered
ings were observed to be gone or injured the numerous cases of wounds, all of which
on-the following day. were extensively bandaged and treated only
Toward dawn two frightened messen- by Dr. Jabez Bowen, who had accompanied
gers with monstruous and unplaceable the party. Hardest to explain was the name-
odor saturating their clothing knocked at less odor clinging to all the raiders, a
the Fenner door and requested a keg of rum thing which was discussed for weeks. Of
for which they paid very well indeed. One the citizen leaders, Captain Whipple and
of them told the family that the affair of Moses Brown were most severely hurt, and
Joseph Curwen was over, and that the letters of their wives testify the bewilder-
events of the night were not to be men- ment which their reticence and close guard-
tioned again. Arrogant as the order ing of their bandages produced. Psycho-
seemed, the aspect of him who gave it took logically every participant was aged, so-
away all resentment and lent it a fearsome bered, and shaken. It is fortunate that they
authority; so that only these furtive letters were all strong men of action and simple,
bf Luke Fenner, which he urged his Con- orthodox religionists, for with more subtle
necticut relative to destroy, remain to tell introspectiveness and mental complexity
what was seen and heard. The non-com- they would have fared ill indeed. Presi-
pliance of that relative, whereby the letters dent Manning was the most disturbed; but
were saved after all, has alone kept the even he outgrew the darkest shadow, and
matter from a merciful oblivion. Charles smothered memories in prayers. Every man
Ward had one detail to add as a result of of those leaders had a stirring part to play
a long canvass of Pawtuxet residents for in later years, and it is perhaps fortunate
ancestral traditions. Old Charles Slocum that this is so. Little more than a twelve-
of that village said that there was known month afterward,Captain Whipple led the
to his grandfather a queer rumor concern- mob who burnt the revenue ship Gaspee,
ing a charred, distorted body found in the and in this bold act we may trace one step
fields a week after the death of Joseph Cur- in the blotting out of unwholesome images.
wen was announced. What kept the talk There was delivered to the widow of
alive was the notion that this body, so far Joseph Curwen a sealed leaden coffin of
as he could be seen in its burnt and twisted curious design, obviously found ready on
condition, was neither thoroughly human the spot when needed, in which she was
nor wholly allied to any animal which Paw- told her husband’s body lay. He had, it
tuxet folk had ever seen or read about. was explained, been killed in a customs
26 WEIRD TALES
battle about which it was not politic to give Joseph Curwen’s grave. He knew Captain
details. More than this no tongue ever Whipple well, and probably extracted
uttered of Joseph Curwen’s end, and more hints from that bluff mariner than
Charles Ward had only a single hint anyone else ever gained respecting the end
wherewith to construct a theory. This hint of the accursed sorcerer.
was the merest thread—a shaky underscor- From that time on the obliteration of
ing of a passage in Jedediah Orne’s confis- Curwen’s memory became increasingly
cated letter to Curwen, partly copied in rigid, extending at last by common con-
Ezra Weeden’s handwriting. The copy was sent even to the town records and files of
found in the possession of Smith’s de- the Gazette. It can be compared in spirit
scendants; and we are left to decide only to the hush that lay on Oscar Wilde’s
whether Weeden gave it to his companion name for a decade after his disgrace, and
after the end, as a mute clue to the abnor- in extent only to the fate of that sinful
mality which had occurred, or whether, as King of Runagur in Lord Dunsany’s tale,
is more probable, Smith had it before, and whom the gods decided must not only cease
added the underscoring himself from what to be, but must cease ever to have been.
he had managed to extract from his friend Mrs. Tillinghast, as the widow became
by shrewd guessing and adroit cross-ques- known after 1772, sold the house in Olney
tioning. The underlined passage is merely Court and resided with her father in
this: Power’s Lane till her death in 1817. The
farm at Pawtuxet, shunned by every liv-
I say to you againe, doe not call up Any that
you cannot put downe; by the which I meane, Any ing soul, remained to molder through the
that can in turn calle up somewhat against you, years; and seemed to decay with unaccount-
whereby your powerfullest Devices may not be of able rapidity. By 1780 only the stone and
use. Ask of the Lesser, lest the Greater shall not brickwork were standing, and by 1800 even
wish to Answer, and shall commande more than
you. these had fallen to shapeless heaps. None
ventured to pierce the tangled shrubbery
In the light of this passage, and reflecting on the river bank behind which the hill-
on what last unmentionable allies a beaten side door may have lain, nor did any try
man might try to summon in his direst to frame a definite image of the scenes
extremity, Charles Ward may well have amidst which Joseph Curwen departed
wondered whether any citizen of Provi- from the horrors he had wrought.
dence killed Joseph Curwen. Only robust old Captain Whipple was
The deliberate effacement of every mem- heard by alert listeners to mutter once in
ory of the dead man from Providence life awhile to himself, "Pox on that ----------------,
and annals was vastly aided by the influ- but he had no business to laugh while he
ence of the raiding leaders. They had not screamed. 'Twas as though the damn’d
at first meant to be so thorough, and had ---------had some ’at up his sleeve. For
allowed the widow and her father and half a crown I’d burn his--------------house.*’
child to remain in ignorance of the true
conditions; but Captain Tillinghast -was an 3. A Search and an Evocation
astute man, and soon uncovered enough
rumors to whet his horror and cause him
C
to demand that his daughter and grand- HARLES WARD, as we have seen,
daughter change their name, burn the li- first learned in 1918 of his descent
brary and all remaining papers, and chisel
from Joseph Curwen. That he at once took
the inscription from the slate slab above
an intense interest in everything pertaining
to the bygone mystery is not to be won-
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 27
dered at; for every vague rumor that he one Edward Hutchinson of Salem-Village
had heard of Curwen now became some-and one Simon Orne of Salem. Hutchin-
thing vital to himself, in whom flowed Cur-son had a house well out toward the woods,
wen’s blood. ' and it was not altogether liked by sensitive
In his first delvings there was not the people because of the sounds heard there
slightest attempt at secrecy; he talked freely at night. He was said to entertain strange
With his family—though his mother was visitors, and the lights seen from his win-
not particularly pleased. to own an ances-dows were not always of the same color.
tor like Curwen—and with the officials of The knowledge he displayed concerning
the various museums and libraries he vis- long-dead persons and long-forgotten
ited. In applying to private families for events was considered distinctly unwhole-
records thought to be in their possession some, and he disappeared about the time
he made no concealment of his object, and the witchcraft panic began, never to be
shared the somewhat amused skepticism heard from again. At that time Joseph
with which the accounts of the old diarists Curwen also departed, but his settlement
and letter-writers were regarded. in Providence was soon learned of. Simon
When he came across the Smith diaryOrne lived in Salem until 1720, when his
and archives and encountered the letterfailure to grow visibly old began to excite
from Jedediah Orne he decided to visitattention. He thereafter disappeared,
Salem and look up Curwen’s early activities though thirty years later his precise coun-
and connections there, which he did during terpart and self-styled son turned up to
the Easter vacation of 1919. At the Essex claim his property. The claim was allowed
Institute, which was well known to him on the strength of documents in Simon
from former sojourns in the glamorous old Orne’s known hand, and Jedediah Orne
town of crumbling Puritan gables and clus-continued to dwell in Salem till 1771,
tered gambrel roofs, he was very kindlywhen certain letters from Providence citi-
received, and unearthed there a consider-zens to the Reverend Thomas Barnard and
able amount of Curwen data. He found others brought about his quiet removal to
that his ancestor was born in Salem-Vil- parts unknown.
lage, now Danvers, seven miles from town,
on the eighteenth of February (O. S.)
1662-3; and that he had run away to sea
at the age of fifteen, not appearing again C ERTAIN documents by and about all
of these strange matters were available
for nine years, when he returned with theat the Essex Institute, the Court House,
speech, dress, and manners of a native Eng- and the Registry of Deeds, and included
lishman and settled in Salem proper. At both harmless commonplaces such as land
that time he had little to do with his fam- titles and bills of sale, and furtive frag- '
ily, but spent most of his hours with thements of a more provocative nature. There
curious books he had brought from Europe,were four or five unmistakable allusions to
and the strange chemicals which came, for them on the witchcraft trial records; as
him on ships from England, France, and when one Hepzibah Lawson swore on July
Holland. Certain trips of his into thesixteenth, 1692, at the Court of Oyer and
country were the objects of much local in- Terminen under Judge Hathorne, that
quisitiveness, and were whisperingly asso- "fortie Witches and the Blacke Man were
ciated with vague rumors of fires on the wont to meete in the Woodes behind Mr.
hills at night. Hutchinson’s house,” and one Amity How
Curwen’s only close friends had been declared at a session of August eighth be-
fore Judge Gedney that "Mr. G. B.
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(George Burroughs) on that Nighte put you ought to knowe, concern’g the Matter of the
tíre Divell his Marke upon Bridget S., Jon- Laste Extremite and What to doe regard’ yt I
am not dispos’d to followe you in go’g Away on
athan A., Simon O., Deliverance W., Jo- acct, of my yeares, for Providence hath not ye
seph C., Susan P., Mehitable C, and Deb- Sharpeness of ye Bay in hunt’g oute uncommon
orah B.” Then there was a catalogue ofThings and bringinge to Tryall. I am ty’d up in
Hutchinson’s uncanny library as foundShippes and Goodes, and cou’d not doe as you did,
besides the Whiche my Farme, at Pawtuxet hatht un-
after his disappearance, and an unfinished der it What you Knowe, that Wou’d not Waite for
manuscript in his handwriting, couched in my com’g Backe as an Other.
a cipher none could read. Ward had a But I am not unreadie for harde fortunes, as I
photostatic copy of this manuscript made, have tolde you, and have • longe Work’d upon ye
Way of get’g Backe after ye Laste. I laste Night
and began to work casually on the cipher as strucke on ye Wordes that bringe up YOGGE-
soon as it was delivered to him. After SOTHOTHE, and sawe for ye Firste Time that face
the following August his labors on thespoke of by Ibn Schacabac in ye ---------------. And IT
cipher became intense and feverish, andsaid, that ye III Psalme in ye Liber-Damnatus holdes
ye Clavicle. With Sunne in V House, Saturne in
there is reason to believe from his speech Trine, drawe ye Pentagram of Fire, and saye ye
and conduct that he hit upon the key be- ninth Verse thrice. This Verse repeate eache Roo-
fore October or November. He never demas and Hallow’s Eve, and ye thing will brede in
stated, though, whether or not he had suc-ye Outside Spheres.
And of ye Sede of Olde shal One be borne who
ceeded. shed looke Backe, tho’ know’g not what he seekes.
But of greatest immediate interest wasYett will his availe Nothing if there be no Heir,
the Orne material. It took Ward only aand if the Saltes, or the Way to make the Saltes, bee
short time to prove from identity of pen- not Readie for his Hande; and here I will owne, I
have not taken needed Stepps nor founde Much. Ye
manship a thing he had already considered Process is plaguy harde to come neare, and it uses
established from the text of the letter toup such a Store of Specimens, I am harde putte to
Curwen; namely, that Simon Orne and his it to get Enough, notwithstand’g the Sailors I have
supposed son were one and the same per- from ye Indies. Ye People aboute are become
Curious, but I can stande them off. Ye gentry are
son. As Orne had said to his correspon- worse than ye Populace, be’g more Circumstantiall
dent, it was hardly safe to live too long inin their Accts, and more believ’d in what they tell.
Salem, hence he resorted to a thirty-year That Parson and Dr. Merritt have talk’d some, I
sojourn abroad, and did not return to claim am fearfull, but no Thing soe far is Dangerous. Ye
Chymical substances are easie of get’g, there be’g II.
his lands except as a representative of a goode Chymists in Towne, Dr. Bowen and Sam.
new generation. Orne had apparently been Carew. I am foll’g oute what Borellus saith, and
careful to destroy most of his correspon- have Helpe in Abdool Al-Hazred his VII. Booke.
dence, but the citizens who took action in Whatever I gette, you shal have. And in ye meane
While, do not neglect to make use of ye Wordes I
1771 found and preserved a few letters and have here given. I have them Righte, but if you
papers which excited their wonder. ThereDesire to see HIM, imploy the Writinge on ye
were cryptic formulae and diagrams in his Piece of ------------, that I am putt’g in this Packet.
and other hands which Ward now eitherSaye ye Verses every Roodmas and Hallow’s Eve;
and if yr Line runn not out, one shal bee in yeares
copied with care or had photographed, andto come that shal looke backe and use what Saltes
one extremely mysterious letter in a chi- or stuff for Salte you shal leave him. Job XIV.
rography that the searcher recognized fromXIV.
items in the Registry of Deeds as positively Iseerejoice you are again at Salem, and hope I may
you not longe hence. I have a goode Stallion,
Joseph Curwen’s. and am think'g of get’g a Coach, there be’g one
Providence, I May(Mr. Merritt’s) in Providence already, tho’ ye
Brother: Roades are bad. If you are disposed to travel, doe
My honour’d Antient friend, due Respects andnot pass me bye. From Boston take ye Post Road,
earnest Wishes to Him -whom we serve for yr
thro’ Dedham, Wrentham, and Attleborough, goode
Etemall Power. I am just come upon That Which
Taverns be’g at all these Townes. Stop at Mr.
Bolcom’s in Wrentham, where ye Beddes are finer
than Mr. Hatch’s, but eate at ye other House for
their cooke is better. Turne into Prov. by Patuckct
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 29
falls, and ye Rd. past Mr. Sayles’s Tavern. My ing on something very close to the sinister
House opp. Mr. Epenetus Olney’s Tavern off ye
Towne Street, 1st on ye N. side of Olney’s Court. matters of his quest.
Distance from Boston Stone abt. XLIV miles. The present Negro inhabitants were
Sir, I am yr olde and true friend and Servt. in known to him, and he was very courteously
Almonsin-Metraton. shown about the interior by old Asa and
Josephus C.
To Mr. Simon Orne, his stout wife Hannah. Here there was
William's-Lane, in Salem. more change than the outside indicated,
and Ward saw with regret that fully half
This letter, oddly enough, was what first of the fine scroll-and-urn overmantels and
gave Ward the exact location of Curwen’s shell-carved cupboard linings were gone,
Providence home; for none of the records whilst much of the fine wainscotting and
encountered up to that time had been at bolection moulding was marked, hacked,
all specific. The place was indeed only a and gouged, or covered up altogether with
few squares from his own home on the cheap wall paper. It was exciting to stand
great hill’s higher ground, and was now within the ancestral walls which had
the abode of a Negro family much es- housed such a man of horror as Joseph Cur-
teemed for occasional washing, houseclean- wen; he saw with a thrill that a monogram
ing, and furnace-tending services. To find, had been very carefully effaced from the
in distant Salem, such sudden proof of the ancient brass knocker.
significance of this familiar rookery in his From then until after the close of school
own family history, was a highly impres- Ward spent his time on the photostatic
sive thing to Ward; and he resolved to ex- copy of the Hutchinson cipher and the ac-
plore the place immediately upon his re- cumulation of local Curwen data. The for-
turn. mer still proved unyielding; but of the lat-
The more mystical phases of the let- ter he obtained so much, and so many
ter, which he took to be some extravagant dues to similar data elsewhere, that he was
kind of symbolism, frankly baffled him; ready by July to make a trip to New Lon-
though he noted with a thrill of curiosity don and New York to consult old letters
that the Biblical passage referred to— whose presence in those places was indi-
Job 14, 14—was the familiar verse, "If a cated. This trip was very fruitful, for it
man die, shall he live again? All the brought him the Fenner letters with their
days of my appointed time will I wait, till terrible description of the Pawtuxet farm-
my change come.” house raid, and the Nightingale-Talbot let-
ters ip which he learned of the portrait
painted on a panel of the Curwen library.
Y OUNG Ward came home in a state of This matter of the portrait interested him
pleasant excitement, and spent the fol- particularly, since he would have given
lowing Saturday in a long and exhaustive much to know just what Joseph Curwen
study of the house in Olney Court. The looked like; and he decided to make a
place, now crumbling with age, had never second search of the house in Olney Court
been a mansion; but was a modest two-and- to see if there might not be some trace
a-half story wooden town house of the fa- of the ancient features beneath peeling
miliar Providence Colonial type, with plain coats of later paint or layers of mouldy
peaked roof, large central chimney, and ar- wall-paper.
tistically carved doorway with rayed fan- Early in August that search took place,
light, triangular pediment, and trim Doric and Ward went carefully over the walls of
pilasters. It had suffered but little alter- every room sizeable enough to have been
ation externally, and Ward felt he was gaz-
30 WEIRD TALES
by any possibility the library of the evil his client begin to gasp with astonishment
builder. He paid especial attention to the at the details of that lean, pallid visage,
large panels of such overmantels as still and to recognize with a touch of awe the
remained; and was keenly excited after dramatic trick which heredity had played.
about an hour, when on a broad area above For it took the final bath of oil and the
the fireplace in a spacious ground-floor final stroke of the delicate scraper to bring
room he became certain that the surface out fully the expression which centuries
brought out by the peeling of several had hidden; and to confront the bewildered
coats of paint was sensibly darker than any Charles Dexter Ward, dweller in the past,
ordinary interior paint or the wood beneath with his own living features in the counte-
it was likely to have been. A few more nance of his horrible great-great-great
careful tests with a thin knife, and he knew grandfather.
that he had come upon an oil portrait of
great extent. With truly scholarly restraint
the youth did not risk the damage which
an immediate attempt to uncover the hid-
W ARD brought his parents to see the
marvel he had uncovered, and his
father at once determined to purchase the
den picture with the knife might have
picture despite its execution on stationary
done, but just retired from the scene of his
panelling. The resemblance to the boy,
discovery to enlist expert help. In three
despite an appearance of rather greater
days he returned with an artist of long ex-
age, was marvelous; and it could be seen
perience, Mr. Walter C. Dwight, whose
that through some trick of atavism the
studio is near the foot of College Hill; and
physical contours of Joseph Curwen had
that accomplished restorer of paintings set
found precise duplication after a century
to work at once with proper methods and
and a half. Mrs. Ward’s resemblance to
chemical substances. Old Asa and his wife
her ancestor was not at all marked, though
were duly excited over their strange visi-
she could recall relatives who had some of
tors, and were properly reimbursed for
the facial characteristics shared by her son
this invasion of their domestic hearth.
and by the bygone Curwen. She did not
As day by day the work of restoration
relish the discovery, and told her husband
progressed, Charles Ward looked on with
that he had better burn the picture instead
growing interest at the lines and shades
of bringing it home. There was, she
gradually unveiled after their long ob-
averred, something unwholesome about it;
livion.. Dwight had begun at the bottom;
not only intrinsically, but in its very resem-
hence since the picture was a three-quarter-
blance to Charles. Mr. Ward, however,
length one, the face did not come out for
was a practical man of power and affairs—
some time. It was meanwhile seen that the
a cotton manufacturer with extensive mills
subject was a spare, well-shaped man with
at Riverpoint in the Pawtuxet Valley—and
dark-blue coat, embroidered waistcoat,
not one to listen to feminine scruples. The
black satin small-clothes, and white silk
picture impressed him mightily with its
stockings, seated in a carved chair against
likeness to his son, and he believed the
the background of a window with wharves
boy deserved it as a present. In this opin-
and ships beyond. When the head came
ion, it is needless to say, Charles most
out it was observed to bear a neat Alber-
heartily concurred; and a few days later
marle wig, and to possess a thin, calm, un-
Mr. Ward located tire owner of the house
distinguished face which seemed somehow
—a small rodent-featured person with a
familiar to both Ward and the artist. Only
guttural accent—and obtained the whole
at the very last, though, did the restorer and
mantel and overmantel bearing the picture
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 31
at a curtly fixed price which cut short the hoped, as the Hutchinson cipher which
impending torrent of unctuous haggling. had hitherto baffled him. A third, and
It now remained to take off the panelling here the searcher rejoiced, seemed to be a
and remove it to the Ward home, where key to the cipher; whilst the fourth and
provisions were made for its thorough res- fifth were addressed respectively to "Edw.
toration and installation with an electric Hutchinson, Armiger” and "Jedediah
mock-fireplace in Charles’ third-floor study Ome, Esq.”, "or Their Heir or Heirs, or
or library. To Charles was left the task of Those.Represent’g Them.” The sixth and
superintending this removal, and on the last was inscribed: "Joseph Curwen his Life
tweñty-eighth of August he accompanied and Travells Bet’n ye yeares 1678 and
two expert workmen from the Crooker 1687: of Whither He Voyag’d, Where He
decorating firm to the house in Olney Stay’d, Whom He Sawe, and What He
Court, where the mantel and portrait-bear- learnt.”
ing overmantel were detached with great
care and precision for transportation in the
company’s motor truck. There was left a
W E HAVE now reached the point from
space of exposed brickwork marking the which the more academic school of
chimney’s course, and inthis young Ward alienists date Charles Ward’s madness.
observed a cubical recess about a foot Upon his discovery the youth had looked
square, which must have lain directly be- immediately at a few of the inner pages of
hind the head of the portrait. He found, the book and manuscripts, and had evi-
beneath the deep coatings of dust and soot dently seen something which impressed
some loose yellowed papers, a crude, thick him tremendously. Upon returning home
copy-book, and a few moldering textile he broke the news with an almost embar-
shreds which may have formed the ribbon rassed air, as if he wished to convey an idea
binding the rest together. Blowing away of its supreme importance without having
the bulk of the dirt and cinders, he took to exhibit the evidence itself. He did not
up the book and looked at the bold inscrip- even show the titles to his parents, but
tion on its cover. It was in a hand which simply told them that he had found some
he had learned to recognize at the Essex documents in Joseph Curwen’s handwrit-
Institute, and proclaimed the volume as the ing, "mostly in cipher,” which would have
"Journall and Notes of Jos. Curwen, Gent., to be studied very carefully before yielding
of Providence-Plantations, Late of Salem.” up their true meaning. It is unlikely that
Excited beyond measure by his discov- he would have shown what he did to the
ery, Ward showed the book to the two curi- workmen, had it not been for their un-
ous workmen beside him. Their testimony congealed curiosity. As it was he doubtless
is absolute as to the nature and genuine- wished to avoid any display of peculiar
ness of the finding, and Dr. Willett relies reticence which would increase their dis-
on them to help establish his theory that cussion of the matter.
the youth was not mad when he began That night Charles Ward sat up in his
his major eccentricities. All the other room reading the new-found book and
papers were likewise in Curwen’s hand- papers, and when day came he did not de-
writing, and one of them seemed especially sist. His meals, on his urgent request when
portentous because of its inscription: "To his mother called to see what was amiss,
Him Who Shal Come After, How He May were sent up to him; and in the afternoon
Gett Beyonde Time and Ye Spheres.” An- he appeared only briefly when the men
other was" in a cipher; the same, Ward came to install the Curwen picture and
mantelpiece in his study. The next night
32 WEIRD TALES
he slept in snatches in his clothes, mean- he said, important special investigations to
while wrestling feverishly with the unrav- make, which would provide him with more
eling of the cipher manuscript. In the avenues toward knowledge and the hu-
morning his mother saw that he was at manities than any university which the
work on the photostatic copy of the Hutch- world could boast.
inson cipher, which he had frequently During October Ward began visiting
showed her before; but in response to her the libraries again, but no longer for the
query he said that the Curwen key could antiquarian matter of his former days.
not be applied to it. That afternoon he Witchcraft and magic, occultism and
abandoned his work and watched the men daemonology, were what he sought now;
fascinatedly as they finished their installa- and when Providence sources proved un-
tion of the picture with its woodwork above fruitful he would take the train for Boston
a cleverly realistic electric log, setting the and tap the wealth of the great library in
mock-fireplace and overmantel a little out Copley Square, the Widener Library at
from the north wall as if a chimney ex- Harvard, or the Zion Research Library in
isted, and boxing in its sides with pan- Brookline, where certain rare works on
elling to match the room’s. After the work- Biblical subjects are available. He bought
men went he moved his work into the study extensively, and fitted up a whole addi-
and sat down before it with his eyes half tional set of shelves in his study for newly
on the cipher and half on the portrait acquired works on uncanny subjects; while
which stared back at him like a year-adding during the Christmas holidays he made a
century-recalling mirror. His parents sub- round of out-of-town trips including one
sequently recalling his conduct at this to Salem to consult certain records at the
period, give interesting details anent the Essex Institute.
policy of concealment which he practiced.
Before servants he seldom hid any paper
which he might be studying, since he
rightly assumed that Curwen’s intricate and A BOUT the middle of January, 1920,
there entered Ward’s bearing an ele-
archaic chirography would be too much for ment of triumph which he did not explain,
them. With his parents, however, he was and he was no more found at work upon
more circumspect; and unless the manu- the Hutchinson cipher. Instead, he inaug-
script in question were a cipher, or a mere urated a dual policy of chemical research
mass of cryptic symbols and unknown ideo- and record-scanning; fitting up for the one
graphs (as that entitled "To Him Who a laboratory in the unused attic of the
Shal Come After etc.” seemed to be) he house, and for the latter haunting all the
would cover it with some convenient paper sources of vital statistics in Providence.
until his caller had departed. At night he Local dealers in drugs and scientific sup-
kept the papers under lock and key in an plies, later questioned, gave astonishingly
antique cabinet of his, where he also placed queer and meaningless catalogues of the
them whenever he left the room. He soon substances and instruments he purchased;
resumed fairly regular hours and habits, but clerks at the State-House, the City Hall,
except that his long walks and other out- and the various libraries agree as to the
side interests seemed to cease. The open- definite object of his second interest. He
ing of school, where he now began his was searching intensely and feverishly for
senior year, seemed a great bore to him; the grave of Joseph Curwen, from whose
and he frequently asserted his determina- slate slab an older generation had so wisely
tion never to bother with college. He had, blotted the name.
Little by little there grew upon the Ward
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 33
family the conviction that something was rassment, Ward seemed quite ready to dis-
wrong. His school work was the merest cuss his pursuits, though not to reveal their
pretence; he had other concernments now; object. He stated that the papers of his
and when not in his new laboratory with ancestor had contained some remarkable
a score of obsolete alchemical books, could secrets of early scientific knowledge. To
be found either poring over old burial rec- take their vivid place in the history of hu-
ords downtown or glued to his volumes man thought they must first be correlated
of occult lore in his study, where the start- by one familiar .with the background out
lingly—one almost fancied increasingly—• of which they evolved, and to this task of
similar features of Joseph Curwen stared correlation Ward was now devoting him-
blandly at him from the great overmantel self. He was seeking to acquire as fast as
on the north wall. possible those neglected arts of old which
Late in March Ward added to his ar- a true interpreter of the Curwen data must
chive-searching a ghoulish series of ram- possess, and hoped in time to make a full
bles about the various ancient cemeteries of announcement and presentation of the ut-
the city. His quest had suddenly shifted most interest to mankind and to the world
from the grave of Joseph Curwen to that of thought.
of one Naphthali Field; and this shift was As to his graveyard search, whose object
explained when, upon going over the files he freely admitted, but the details of whose
that he had been over, the investigators progress he did not relate, he said he had
actually found a fragmentary record of Cur- reason to think thát Joseph Curwen’s muti-
wen’s burial which had escaped the. general lated headstone bore certain mystic sym-
obliteration, and which stated that the curi- bols—carved from directions in his will and
ous leaden coffin had been interred "10 ft. ignorantly spared by those who had effaced
S. and 5 ft. W. of Naphthali Field’s grave the name—which were absolutely essential
in ye--------.” Hence the rambles—from to the final solution of his cryptic system.
which St. John’s (the former King’s) Curwen, he believed, had wished to guard
churchyard and the ancient Congregational his secret with care; and had consequently
burying ground in the midst of Swan Point distributed the data in an exceedingly curi-
Cemetery were excluded, since other sta- ous fashion. When Dr. Willett asked to
tistics had shewn that the only Naphthali see the mystic documents, Ward displayed
Field (obit. 1729) whose grave could have much reluctance and tried to put him off
been meant had been a Baptist. with such things as the photostatic copies
of the Hutchinson cipher and Orne formu-
and the four men reappeared outside and of several men with a motor truck in the oldest
part of the cemetery, but apparently frightened
drove off in their truck. them off before they had accomplished whatever
The next day Charles resumed his strict their object may have been.
attic seclusion, drawing down the dark The discovery took place at about four o’clock,
shades of his laboratory windows and ap- when Hart’s attention was attracted by the sound
of a motor outside his shelter. Investigating, he
pearing to be working on some metal sub- saw a large truck on the main drive several rods
stance. He would open the door to no one, away, but could not reach it before the sound of
and steadfastly refused all proffered food. his feet on the gravel had revealed his approach.
About noon a wrenching sound followed The men hastily placed a large box in the truck
by a terrible cry and a fall were heard, but and drove away toward the street before they
could be overtaken; and since no known grave
when Mrs. Ward rapped at the door her was disturbed, Hart believes that this box was
son at length answered faintly, and fold an object which they wished to bury.
her that nothing had gone amiss. The The diggers must have been at work for a
hideous and indescribable stench now well- long while before detection, for Hart found an
enormous hole dug at a considerable distance
ing out was absolutely harmless and un- back from the roadway in the lot of Amosa
fortunately necessary. Solitude was the one Field, where most of the old stones have long
prime essential, and he would appear later ago disappeared. The hole, a place as large
for dinner. That afternoon, after the con- and deep as a grave, was empty; and did not
coincide with any interment mentioned in the
clusion of some odd hissing sounds which cemetery records.
came from behind the locked portal, he did Sergeant Riley of the Second Station viewed
finally appear; wearing an extremely hag- the spot and gave the opinion that the hole was
gard aspect and forbidding anyone to en- dug by bootleggers rather gruesomely and in-
geniously seeking a safe cache for liquor in a
ter the laboratory upon any pretext. This, place not likely to be disturbed. In reply to
indeed, proved the beginning of a new pol- questions Hart said he thought the escaping
icy of secrecy; for never afterward was any truck had headed up Rochambeau Avenue,
other person permitted to visit either the though he could not be sure.
mysterious garret workroom or the adjacent During the next few days Charles Ward
storeroom which he cleared out, furnished was seldom seen by his family. Having
roughly, and added to his inviolably pri- added sleeping quarters to his attic realm, "
vate domain as a sleeping apartment. Here he kept closely to himself there, ordering
he lived, with books brought up from his food brought to the door and not taking
library beneath, till the time he purchased it in until after the servant had gone away.
the Pawtuxet bungalow and, moved to it The droning of monotonous formulae and
all his scientific effects. the chanting of bizarre rhythms recurred
In the evening Charles secured the paper at intervals, while at other times occasional
before the rest of the family and damaged . listeners could detect the sound of tinkling
part of it through an apparent accident. glass, hissing chemicals, running water, or
Later on Dr. Willett, having fixed the date roaring gas flames. Odors of the most un-
from statements by various members of the placeable quality, wholly unlike any before
household, looked up an intact copy at the noted, hung at times around the door; and
Journal office, and found that in the de- the air of tension observable in the young
stroyed section the following small item recluse whenever he did venture briefly
had occurred: , forth was such as to excite the keenest
Nocturnal Diggers Surprised in North speculation. Once he made a hasty trip to
Burial Ground the Athenaeum for a book he required,
and again he hired a messenger to fetch
him a highly obscure volume from Boston.
Robert Hart, night watchman at the North Suspense was written portentously over the
Burial Ground, this morning discovered a party
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whole situation, and both the family and this mephitic flood there came a very per-
Dr. Willett confessed themselves wholly ceptible flash like that of lightning, which
at a loss what to do or think about it. would have been blinding and impressive
but for the daylight around; and then was
T HEN on the fifteenth of April a strange heard the voice that no listener can ever
development occurred. While nothing forget because of its thunderous remote-
appeared to grow different in kind, there ness, its incredible depth, and its eldritch
was certainly a very terrible difference in dissimilarity to Charles. Ward’s voice. It
degree; and Dr. Willett somehow attaches shook the house, and was clearly heard by
great significance to the change. The day at least two neighbors above the howling
was Good Friday, a circumstance of which of the dogs. Mrs. Ward, who had been
the servants made much, but which others listening in despair outside her son’s locked
quite naturally dismiss as an irrelevant co- laboratory, shivered as she recognized its
incidence. Late in the afternoon young hellish import; for Charles had told her of
Ward began repeating a certain formula in its evil fame in dark books, and of the
a singularly loud voice, at the same time manner in which it had thundered, accord-
burning some substance so pungent that its ing to the Fenner letters, above the doomed
fumes escaped over the entire house. The Pawtuxet farmhouse on the night of Joseph
formula was so plainly audible in the hall Curwen’s annihilation. There was no mis-
outside the locked door that Mrs. Ward taking that nightmare phrase, for Charles
could not help memorizing it as she waited had described it too vividly in the old days
and listened anxiously, and later on she when he had talked frankly of his Curwen
was able to write it down at Dr. Willett’s investigations. And yet it was only this
request. It ran as follows, and experts fragment of an archaic and forgetten lan-
have told Dr. Willett that its very close guage: "DIES MIES JESCHET BOENE
analogue can be found in the mystic writ- DOESEF DOUVEMA ENITEMAUS.”
ings of "Eliphas Levi,” that cryptic soul Close upon this thundering there came a
who crept through a crack in the forbidden momentary darkening of the daylight,
door and glimpsed the frightful vistas of though ’sunset was still an hour distant, and
the void beyond: then a puff of added odor, different from
the first but equally unknown and intoler-
Per Adonai Eloína, Adonaí Jehova, Adonai Sa- able. Charles was chanting again now and
baoth, Metraton Ou Agla Methon, verbum pythoni-
cum, mysterium salamandrae, conventos sylvoruna,
his mother could hear syllables that
antra, gnonaorum, daemonia Coeli God, Alnaonsin, sounded like "Yi-ngah-Yog-Sothoth-he-
Gibor, Jehosua, Evana, Zariataatmik, veni, veni, lglb-fi-throdag”—ending in a "Yah!”
veto. whose maniacal force mounted in an ear-
This had been going on for two hours splitting crescendo. A second later all
without change or intermission when over previous memories were effaced by the
all the neighborhood a pandemoniac howl- wailing scream which burst out with fran-
ing of dogs set in. The extent of this tic explosiveness and gradually changed
howling can be judged from the space it form to a paroxysm of diabolic and hyster-
received in the papers the next day, but ical laughter. Mrs. Ward, with the mingled
to those in the Ward household it was over- fear and blind courage of maternity, ad-
shadowed by the odor which instantly fol- vanced and knocked affrightedly at the
lowed it; a hideous, all-pervasive odour concealing panels, but obtained no sign of
which none of them had ever smelt before recognition. She knocked again, but
or have ever smelt since. In the midst of paused nervelessly as a second shriek arose,
THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD 39
this one unmistakably in the familiar voice Theodore Howland Ward could have
of her son, and sounding concurrently with maintained for nearly a year more his old
the still bursting cachinnations of that other ■ boast that he had never fainted. As it was,
voice. Presently she fainted, although she he seized his wife in his arms and bore
is still unable to recall the precise and im- her quickly downstairs before she could no-
mediate cause. Memory sometimes makes tice the voices which had so horribly dis-
merciful deletions. turbed him. Even so, however, he was not
quick enough to escape catching something
■RTR. WARD returned from the busi- himself which caused him to stagger dan-
1V-L ness section at about quarter past six; gerously with his burden. For Mrs. Ward’s
and not finding his wife downstairs, was cry had evidently been heard by others than
told by the frightened servants that she was he and there had come in response to it
probably watching at Charles’ door, from from behind the locked door the first dis-
which the sounds had ,been far stranger tinguishable words which that hushed and
than ever before. Mounting the stairs at terrible colloquy had yielded. They were
once, he saw Mrs. Ward stretched at full merely an excited caution in Charles’ own
length on the floor of the corridor outside voice, but somehow their implications held
the laboratory; and realizing that she had a nameless fright for the father who over-
fainted, hastened to fetch a glass of water heard them. The phrase was just this:
from a set bowl in a neighboring alcove. "Sshh!-»—write!”
Dashing the cold fluid in her face, he was Mr. and Mrs. Ward conferred at some
heartened to observe an immediate response length after dinner, and the former re-
on her part, and was watching the bewil- solved to have a firm and serious talk with
dered opening of her eyes when a chill shot Charles that very night. No matter how
through him and threatened to reduce him important the object, such conduct could
to the very state from which she was emerg- no longer be permitted; for these latest
ing. For the seemingly silent laboratory developments transcended every limit- of
was not as silent as it had appeared to be, sanity and formed a menace to the order,
but held the murmurs of a tense, muffled and nervous well-being of the entire house-
conversation in tones too low for compre- hold. The youth must indeed have taken
hension, yet of a quality profoundly dis- complete leave of his senses, since only
turbing to the soul. downright madness could have prompted
It was not, of course, new for Charles the wild screams and imaginary conversa-
to mutter formulae; but this muttering was tions in assumed voices which the present
definitely dififerent. It was so palpably a day had brought forth. All this must be
dialogue, or imitation of a dialogue, with stopped, or Mrs. Ward would be made ill
the regular alternation of inflections sug- and the keeping of servants become an im-
gesting question and answer, statement and possibility.
response. One voice was undisguisedly
that of Charles, but the other had a depth AyTR. WARD rose at the close of the
and hollowness which the- youth’s best meal and started upstairs for Charles’
powers of ceremonial mimicry had scarcely laboratory. On the third floor, however,
approached before. There was something he paused at the sounds which he heard
hideous, blasphemous, and abnormal about proceeding from the now disused library
it, and but for a cry from his recovering of his son. Books were apparently being
wife which cleared his mind by arousing flung about and papers wildly rustled, and
his protective instincts, it is not likely that upon stepping to the door Mr. Ward be-
40 WEIRD TALES
held the youth within, excitedly assembling been withdrawn. On this occasion Mr.
a vast armful of literary matter of every Ward was astonished to find that nothing
size and shape. Charles’ aspect was very of the occult or the antiquarian, beyond
drawn and haggard, and he dropped his what had been previously removed, was
entire load with a start at the sound of missing. These new withdrawals were all
his father’s voice. At the elder man’s com- modern items; histories, scientific treatises,
mand he sat down, and for some time lis- geographies, manuals of literature, philo-
tened to the admonitions he had so long sophic works, and certain contemporary
deserved. There was no scene. At the newspapers and magazines. It was a very
end of the lecture he agreed that his father curious shift from Charles Ward’s recent
was right, and that his noises, mutterings, run of reading, and the father paused in a
incantations, and chemical odors were in- growing vortex of perplexity and an en-
deed inexcusable nuisances. For the fright gulfing sense of strangeness. The strange-
and fainting of his mother he expressed ness was a very poignant sensation, and al-
the keenest contrition, and explained that ' most clawed at his chest as he strove to see
the conversation later heard was part of just what was wrong around him. Some-
an elaborate symbolism designed to create thing was indeed wrong, and tangibly as
a certain mental atmosphere. His use of well as spiritually so.
abstruse chemical terms somewhat bewil- On the north wall rose still the ancient
dered Mr. Ward, but the parting impres- carved overmantel from the house in Ol-
sion was one of undeniable sanity and ney Court, but to the cracked and precari-
poise, despite a mysterious tension of the ously restored oils of the large Curwen
utmost gravity. Mr. Ward hardly knew portrait disaster had come. Time and un-
what to make of the entire business. It was - equal heating had done their work at last,
as mysterious as the death of poor old Nig, and at some time since the room’s last
whose stiffening form had been found an cleaning the worst had happened. Peeling
hour before in the basement, with staring clear of the wood, curling tighter and
eyes and fear-distorted mouth. tighter, and finally crumbling into small
Driven by some vague detective instinct, bits with what must have been malignly
the bewildered parent now glanced curi- silent suddenness, the portrait of Joseph
ously at the vacant shelves to see what his Curwen had resigned for ever its staring
son had taken up to the attic. The youth’s surveillance of the youth it so strangely
library was plainly and rigidly classified, so resembled, and now lay scattered on the
that one might tell at a glance the books floor as a thin coating of fine bluish-gray
or at least the kind of books which had dust.
The fog is on Yesterday’s edge—for Time ceases when the mists begin.
T
HE morning had been dull, pressed, as though nature had ended her
dreary. In Buitenzorg, all activity song on a high note of which but a faint
ceased. It was a moment of echo remained. Over the Javanese city,
languor, of repose. The usual strident a fog was slowly descending, a strange fog
voices of the surrounding forests were sup- that shimmered and glowed with a thou-
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42 WEIRD TALES
sand fantastic designs. It brought a cessa- tion when he is in danger. He stifled the
tion of stillness, for now in the weird thought as soon as it sprang up, but it re-
white-yellow glow there were voices, fused to be vanquished. He gazed intently
whispering, murmuring, as though people at the face of his companion which despite
were speaking in the distance. the suggestion of great age, mirrored an
Alan Wedmore sat in a corner of a cafe, expression as tranquil and contented as
gazing through the open window on a city that of a child. Soundlessly he had come
slowly changing into a tapestry in which as though on the wings of the fog. Wed-
the figures were blurred, grotesque, occa- more shivered as he gazed into the gaunt
sionally formless. The air was intensely face. The eyes were deep sunken but
oppressive. It was difficult to breathe. glowing with light, at strange variance to
Wedmore had had a touch of fever and his the brownish ivory texture of the skin.
head was still heavy. Nevertheless he sur- Although Wedmore had never met the
veyed the scene curiously as the monstrous man before, about him there was a vague
fog wove its way like a serpent through familiar something, an intangible essence
the streets and alleys of the city. that suggested they were not entirely
Abruptly his thoughts were diverted as strangers.
he noticed that seated opposite to him at "My name is Feng Yen,” he said. "I
the table was a Chinese whose face sug- was anxious for companionship. I saw
" gested great age, for it was bronzed and you alone at this table; and decided to rest
lined as though it had been left out in the here a moment. I trust I have not dis-
rain all night and become rusted. But turbed you.”
then he was in an amiable mood for he "Not at all,” said Wedmore quickly.
had had many brandies. His spirits were Momentarily his misgivings were stayed.
bubbling over. The voice had a charming quality, an un-
"Welcome,” he said cordially, "who- dercurrent of sincerity. "I am glad to
ever you are. What do you think of our have company. This fog is uncanny. It
tapestries?” , seems to emphasize the fact that a man is
As he spoke he pointed toward the fog. always alone even when there are many
"It is well that you appreciate them,” people surging about him.”
said the stranger. His voice was low, yet And Feng Yen said, "Each man of earth
each word fell upon the air full-bom, an leads a hermit’s life in the little world
odd voice that showed vast training in the which he builds around himself. No out-
elegant winding paths of conversation. sider, even though he be an older brother,
"Tapestries,” chudded Wedmore, “not is able to enter. As for the fog, I find it
by Gobelins but goblins.” pleasant.”
“By many words wit is exhausted.” "It changes the whole city,” declared
"But I have said very few.” Wedmore. "It repaints the houses and
"Words whispered on earth sound like alters the shape of familiar objects. It
thunder in heaven.” turns Buitenzorg into a ghost city.”
There was something ominous in the "This fog,” Feng Yen said slowly, "is
stranger’s tone, though perhaps it was only on yesterday’s edge. Hidden within it is
because of the sinister glowing fog that the city that used to be here, or rather the
had climbed to the window ledge and was many cities that have been built through
drifting into the cafe. It had a sobering the ages one upon the other. So many
effect on Wedmore. A man cannot afford billions of people have died since the earth
to give himself over to the joys of intoxica- cooled from molten intensity, that there is
BY WHAT MYSTIC MOORING 43
scarcely a bit of dust anywhere that was the knife. "For what purpose do you need
not at one time or other part of human it?”
flesh. "That I may kill a man.”
"A century ago there was a quaint street "I’ll have no part in it!”
called Spice Lane that started only a few "Be not disturbed. You have nothing to
hundred feet from where this tavern now ■ fear, for the man I am about to kill is Gat
stands. Shall we explore it together?” Neber who lived in Singapore more than
"But that was a centry ago!” Wedmore a hundred years ago. In the flush of his
ejaculated. He tried to smile but the mus- youth, there was a day when the fog de-
cles of his face refused to function. scended on Singapore as it did today on
"Time ceases when the mists begin.” Buitenzorg. Then, too, I walked back into
Wedmore rose to his feet. He felt very the mortal world, for fogs bridge reality.
old. At a tavern I stopped for a cup of wine.
"I will go with you,” he said. And there I met Gat Neber. We drank
"That is well. Together we will set out together, and as we drank we grew
on a gentle journey. May no tiger stop our friendly. In an excess of confidence I told
path.” him about my daughter, Kim, she who is
Feng Yen led the way from the cafe into as slim and graceful as a young elm and
a fog-drenched soundless street, peopled with eyes of such dark lustre the stars
by figures as formless as clay. weep in envy. Gat Neber listened to my
"After a typhoon, there are pears to words as though bound by a spell, the spell
gather. In a fog there are even greater of the enchanting Kim whom the world
riches.” knows of only in legend. He begged me
to take him back with me through the
streets where the mists begin. I had drunk
I NTO Spice Lane they walked. Wed- too much wine. My guard was weakened
more was puzzled at this strange new and I grew careless. Yes, I agreed to take
street that was nobody knows how old, yet him with me, but I should have waited be-*
it had not been there at dawn. His flesh fore doing so till the Yellow River runs
felt as though it were creeping along the clear. Long have I regretted that I did not
bones, intent on evading the fear that was show him only the whites of my eyes. Far
but a moment away. Nevertheless at least better would it have been, had I permit-
now the air was not so stifling and he could ted gentle Kim to dwell in peaceful ob-
breathe more easily. scurity. As it was I took destruction back
Feng Yen strode along at a great pace, to her. She who had always been guarded
though without effort. His eyes glowed so carefully suddenly found herself in a
like lanterns in the mist. position as unenviable as though she had
"Fogs,” he murmured, "are given peo- been into the market place where all men
ple to efface reality. Have you a revolver?” might bid for her services. She gazed at
“No,” Wedmore replied, surprised at Gat Neber and was captivated. He be-
the abruptness of the interrogation. longed to a different age, a different world.
"Most regrettable.” She was confounded by the mystery that
"Why? Are we in danger?” hung about him. In the days that followed
"One is always in danger who walks awe turned to adoration. To Kim, that
close to life. Have you a knife?” day a god arrived. In despair, I turned
"Yes.” away and wept and my tears were red with
"Sharp?” anguish. Nevertheless Kim was happy,
"Quite.” Alan Wedmore handed him
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happier than she had ever been since her "Go on,” Wedmore said once more,
escape from life. Gat Neber, also, seemed though scarcely conscious that he did so.
to be enthralled. He bowed down before "That is why we are going to Singapore,
her as though in worship. Where the mists to kill Gat Neber, so that he will return
begin, time ceases to be, an hour, a day, a to the mists again, this time without vain
year, are all one. But as time is measured longings or regret.”
in Singapore they dwelt together through a Wedmore made no protest to the con-
thousand moons. Then gradually Gat templated slaying but his brain worked
Neber began to long for his accustomed nimbly. He must do something to prevent
life in Singapore. He turned away from its consummation., Surely the opportunity
Kim, plotting to escape from a land that would come. Mere words of objection
was in itself the most complete escape seemed pitifully futile.
whereof anyone might dream. At last the
opportunity came and he fled back into the
world of men, into the world of bleak real-
ity where so little, if any, peace exists. We
W HILE Feng Yen had been speaking,
they had been walking through the
leisurely winding, twisting path of Spice
Chinese through countless centuries on
earth practiced the great art of tranquillity, Lane. The air was heavy with a hundred
-to be at peace with all, and with all at blended fragrances. Here every spice of
peace. the Indies was offered for sale but no one
"It became infused into the blood of seemed intent upon buying nor did the
my people and so they are able to with- shadowy figures of shopkeepers seem con-
stand endless onslaughts of drought, cerned. Over all hung a heavy lassitude
plague, treachery and oppression. Men as though it were part of the texture of
marvel at their staying qualities. Few that shimmering, glowing, faintly colorful
realize that in the make-up of the Chinese mist.
there is the something more that makes And now they stopped before a door
them great among all people. Kim took that opened into the dark, flavorful hall of
the news of Gat Neber’s desertion stoically a house. They groped their way along un-
but she commenced to droop like a flower. til there came a sudden turn, abruptly the
All grandeur had departed from her life. hall widened and took on a measure of
Do you wonder that I, too, grieved? For luxuriousness. The rugs were like moss
the fault was mine. I had attempted to beneath their feet, and numerous soft-
permit two worlds to blend in a supreme toned lanterns burned to show them the
romance that was worthy of the gods. But way. Every vestige of the murmuring
Gat Neber was a mortal. He could not mists had vanished, a strange hush, as
vision the wide sweep and glory of an though nature were standing on tiptoe
eternal love. And so he went back to waiting.
Singapore. For he was like a bit of raw, And then Kim came to them. At her
untempered steel, untested, undependable, approach, Alan Wedmore gasped. She was
untrue. But why should I engulf you in as radiant as the dawn, although her hair
torrents of words?” was as blue-black as the night sky in which
"Go on,” said Alan Wedmore curtly. the soft stars sleep. Her figure was beau-
“I must,” Feng Yen said. "I had no tiful to behold, every soft curve was en-
intention of stopping though the ammeni- chantment. But she seemed ethereal, not
ties of culture make it necessary for me to a real girl, but a figure of porcelain. Feng
appear apologetic for my assumption.” Yen had momentarily vanished but Wed-
more did not care. All that mattered was
BY WHAT MYSTIC MOORING 45
this girl with the warm red lips and eye- anchorage. Wedmore could see the figure
brows slanted like the thin moons’ edge. of Yeng Fen, as immobile as a statue, lean-
He took a step toward her as though to ing against the rail wrapped in the cloak of
draw her into his arms. But something profound meditation. With a start, Wed-
held him back. Languidly she surveyed more remembered the knife that he had
him, nor did she seem displeased at his given him. Were they really en route to
gaze. About the corners of her lips lurked Singapore to kill a man? The fragrance
the shadow of a smile. From behind Wed- in the air intensified. The moon, a cool
more, Feng Yen was speaking. silver scythe, cut for a moment through
"The chairs are ready to convey us to the mist. Near its tip there was a bright
the quay.” star that glowed like a jewel on the blue
Wedmore offered his arm to Kim. She velvet breast of the sky. Then the shim-
bowed in acknowledgment and placed her mering golden fog closed in again. It was
.hand upon it. He scarcely breathed so strange to see that moon by day, yet was
tense w’as the moment. Of such things are it day? How long ago it seemed since the
rarest dreams made. Perhaps this, too, was fog had crept down over Buitenzorg. But
a dream. then perhaps it was not so odd either to
And, as though he could read his see the moon for Feng Yen had said "time
thoughts, Feng Yen murmured, "All is a ceases when the mists begin.”
dream, earth, sky, the wind in the tree- Wedmore turned to Kim and all his
tops. Nothing exists with any semblance fears slipped from him. Surely, this must
of permanence. We are all but figures on be a dream. No girl of earth could be as
a fan in the hand of some mighty god. He lovely. What more need he of life if he
waves the fan and we vanish or return at could merely drift "beyond the hills of
his will.” dream” with the prayer on his lips that
"As long as I am here,” said Wedmore, the dream might never end. He held her
"I am contented.” to him, but she made no effort to break
"I am gratified.” away. A sudden breeze rose bringing with -
Outside, rumors were waiting with it music, music from the sky or the stars.
sedan chairs. They carried their burdens Kim shuddered or was she quivering with
without effort. Before long they were at ecstasy at the thought that she was bound
the waterfront where a small boat was for Singapore? If all went well, perhaps
waiting. Wedmore lead Kim to a cabin- soon she would be in his arms again. At
like structure where there were silks and that moment a hatred sprang up in Wed-
cushions of every color and hue, and a more, hatred for Gat Neber and all that
subdued blue light as though from a hid- he represented, a blind, reasonless hatred
den lantern. that was beyond all reason. It was more
Kim seated herself comfortably among than mere jealousy, like a fire consuming
the cushions and motioned Wedmore him. If Gat Neber were not destroyed,
to join her. Almost breathlessly, he the fire would destroy him. Wedmore
acquiesced. He could not have moved bent so that his cheek brushed Kim’s hair.
more softly if he had been in a temple. Breath of jasmine and wisteria. No net is
Gently Kim swayed toward him. He put stronger than the blue black hair of a be-
out his arm and she nestled comfortably loved woman. He smiled as he thought
against him. Boatmen came and lifted of the sudden death that Keng Yen was
back the draperies so they could see the • carrying to Gat Neber. He had neither
sky. The boat was slipping away from its misgivings nor regrets. With Gat Neber
46 WEIRD TALES
dead there would be no one to stand in the "No,” she said, “happy. The air is so
way of his pursuit of Kim. Yes, it might tremulous with beauty it stirs my emotions
not be such a bad idea for Gat Neber to so I cannot help weeping. I love the
die. If there were no other way for him silence.” ■
to possess Kim it must be done. Fortunate "So do I, for in silence one may taste
it was that he had given Feng Yen the the genuine flavor of things.”
knife. Not for a moment did he worry Feng Yen approached. “We will soon
about his own future, nor did he pause to be in Singapore,” he said.
wonder if he, too, would be fed to a hun- "But I thought the trip was an over-
gry knife. Kim was with him in that pur- night journey on a fast steamer!” Wed-
ple mist of solitude. Over and over his more exclaimed.
thoughts repeated themselves, like scrib- "Have I not told you that here time is
bled pleas in a prayer-wheel. His desire without measure, and so we give it no re-
was at such a high pitch he completely gard?”
overlooked the fact that Feng Yen had "I am sorry.”
declared that he was resolved to snuff out "Not I, for there is work to be done.”
the life of Gat Neber so that thereafter At Singapore, to Wedmore’s disap-
Kim could be with Gat always. Stepping pointment, only he and Feng Yen disem-
into the country of the mist was like walk- barked. ■
ing beyond the curtain of mortality. In “Kim will wait oñ the boat,” Feng Yen
this strange, lovely land he alone was mor- explained. "What happens may not be a
tal. But he gave this fact no heed. There pretty sight for women.
was nothing to fear, nothing to dread. For Despite the fog, Singapore as ever was
only in life is there danger. Now there a busy place, the crossroads of the world
was nothing but music and soft lights. A that never sleeps. A conglomerate of races
great white bird flew gracefully by, Kim bellowed and chanted a torrent of words
was in his arms. And there was nothing that became distilled into a mighty sym-
but beauty, fragrance and love, and a knife phony.
for Gat Neber that would strike swiftly But Wedmore paid little attention
and deep. to the wraithlike kaleidoscope that surged
As the boat sped on “beauty hung about them as they strode along. He
around them like splendor round the was disturbed by atrivial matter that
moon.” had happened in aworld of wonder.
Buitenzorg is an hour by train from
Weltevreden. It is up in the hills, a cool
W ITH a start, Wedmore realized that elysium where the people of Java go to
Kim was weeping and there was per- vacation from the sultry sea coast. Its
fume mingled with her tears. She turned Botanical Gardens are famed the world
her face to his, and the tears glistened like over, but it is not a port. Yet he and Feng
stardust. Almost without being aware of Yen had strolled into Spice Lane, stopped
what he was doing, as though he were a for Kim, and then runners had carried
puppet with no control over his motivation them to the waterfront where they had
he drew her close and kissed her lips and taken the boat for Singapore. Had the
it seemed as though time ceased. Her lips coolies tun all the way to Batavia? It
were warm and soft and clinging. It was seemed impossible, yet apparently they had
as though he were standing on tiptoe on a done so. He made as though to question
mountaintop reaching for the stars. As she Feng Yen but caught himself in time.
drew away, he murmured, "Are you sad?”
BY WHAT MYSTIC MOORING 47
After all what matter one more unexplain- "Nothing much,” was the laconic reply.
able thing in a world of magic? "Some bloke carved his friend.”
Before long they stopped at a crowded Wedmore fought his way through the
cafe. Feng Yen chose a table away from mob until he got to a spot where he could
the throngs. A waiter brought them wine, see the body of the murdered man. He
extra large glasses so that they need not gazed down in awe. Not for a moment
order again too quickly. Wedmore sipped did he doubt that this dead handsome
his wine and gazed as the light of the lamp youth was Gat Neber, for on his face there
overhead fell upon it. The reflection was a serene expression. He seemed al-
flickered, and swayed until it almost most to be smiling. Somehow Wedmore
seemed like a girl dancing. He leaned for- had no regrets even though it was his knife ■
ward. Perhaps it was Kim dancing in the that was buried in Gat’s body. And he
wine even as she was dancing in his knew as he stood there that he had lost
thoughts. He paid no heed as Feng Yen Kim forever. Now Gat was with her
slipped away from the table. All that there was no place for him. He closed his
mattered was his thoughts and his dreams. eyes. He must get a grip on himself.
So intent did his gaze become, that the And then two arms stole about his body
excitement and revelry about him blurred and someone kissed him as gentle and soft
off into space, forgotten. as the wind’s caress. When he opened his
eyes Kim had vanished but the perfume
rpHEN somebody bumped the table and lingered.
the wine was spilled. The spell was Outside, he breathed deeply of the
broken. He drew his hand across his eyes warm air. Now the fog was rising, roll-
as though to bring back reality. Stu- ing away in a mystery of light and dancing
pidly he gazed about him. Then he be- colors.
came conscious of the pandemonium that He lifted his hand and waved, “Good-
filled the cafe to bursting point. A hun- by, Kim,” he whispered. "I shall be
dred men were yelling and gesticulating. waiting, hoping. Perhaps some day you
Outside a crowd was forming, storming will come back to me.”
the door and pouring in like a flood. He With bowed head, he walked slowly
rose to his feet and grabbed the shoulder back to the harbor front of Singapore. He
of a sailor. must begin the long tiresome journey back
"What’s the matter?” he asked. to Buitenzorg.
T
HE whole business began at Ray shirt sleeves, drinking and smoking com-
Chetham’s, the night of July 2nd. panionably and arguing about things in
Just shows you, that, how close general.
we are to the weird and the unbelievable Perry was popping off about the next
even in the most ordinary of settings. But election, Boy griping about the hand Tom
whenever men get together and start think- had dealt him, when Chet suddenly re-
ing, really thinking—well, anything can marked to me out of a clear sky:
happen. Anything. "Joe—suppose someone could change
We had met, as usual, for our weekly the spots on a card merely by willing them
poker session. Just the five of us, pals to change. See what I mean? Simply by
since high school days. Chet, Perry Lester, thinking about it. And why not? Look
Tom Scofield, and Boyton Greer. And me, here. Everything we see in this room is
Joe Littleton. nothing but a collection of atoms, held
There we were, five ordinary Ameri- together by—what? Some kind of centri-
can business men. Lounging around the fugal force. If that force were all at once
table in Chet’s apartment, sleep-eyed, in destroyed, everything in the universe would
48
DRIFTING ATOMS 49
fly into particles of matter and go spinning one!” Greer piped up, laughing. "I’ve
off into space.” been swindled!”
Perry grinned at him, reaching for a We all chuckled drowsily—none of us
glass. "Here, pal,” he drawled. "You very much concerned or interestechexcept
need a drink. Put this under your belt, Chet, a science professor, and me, a fiction
and you’ll feel a lot better.” He winked writer, who enjoyed crazy flights of imagi-
at me, describing a rotary gesture at his nation. Tom Scofield, moody and quiet
temple. "Nutty as a fruitcake! Poor old since his hardware business had failed,
Chet!” looked on with a forced smile. Boyton
Chetham ignored him. He took the Greer, a nervous young bank clerk with a
glass of whiskey, held it to the light, re- hobby of indoor photography, shuffled the
garding it lazily. "Atoms,” he murmured. cards impatiently. Perry Lester, who cov-
ered the courthouse beat for the Globe,
"Nice little glassful of atoms. Pretty soon
openly yawned.
they’ll be part of me. It takes iron, leafy
vegetables, fat, and what-not to make a
W
man’s hand. . . . You morons know what E MIGHT have gone on from there
I think? I think all atoms are exactly alike with never a thought beyond our own
—and it’s only the way they’re put to- humdrum lives, had not Chet leaned back
gether that determines whether they’ll be in his chair, sipping his highball, and
wood or flesh or metal or what-have-you. voiced the crazy idea that was to launch
All matter is composed of the same basic us all on this incredible jaunt into the
material.” He grinned, and struck an atti- unknown.
tude. "You know something else I think?” he
"Screwball!” Lester snorted pleasantly, drawled. "I think that, before Creation,
fishing for cigarettes in Greer’s coat pocket. some Force—call it by any religious name
He lit one, blew smoke rings into the air. you like—collected a lot of atoms out of
"Look at that,” he jerked his thumb at one space, threw them together, and called
gray spiral. "You mean to say that I and them planets or stars or what-have-you. *
that smoke are composed of the same And when men were created, they were
stuff?” given a small portion of that Force, or
"Absolutely!” Chetham nodded, jabbing Power. Call it Will, or Intelligence; call
a forefinger through one of the rings. it Soul; call it anything you like. But I
“More atoms went into you, Perry, and believe there is enough electrical power in
they’re stuck together in a special way— the human mind to draw and hold atoms
that’s the only difference. If I could get together, in any form we choose!”
that smoke to stay put in the shape of a Scofield laughed uneasily. Greer snorted.
red-headed, pug-nosed reporter, your own Perry Lester and I said nothing, but leaned
fiancee couldn’t tell it from you except forward with greater interest.
for the density of atoms. And if I could "Ghosts, now,” Chetham expanded.
get enough smoke together to supply the "Materializations of any kind at a séance.
same amount of atoms as you have in your They’re simply a collection of atoms gath-
homely carcass—why, presto! You’d have ered together by the sheer mind-power of
a twin! It wouldn’t be alive, of course; a group of people concentrating on one
couldn’t move or speak. Just a big blob, thing.”
of matter that looks like you. See?” Lester’s cigarette burnt him; he dropped
"Two Perry Lesters for the price of it with a curse, still blinking at Chet.
50 WEIRD TALES
"I never heard anything so completely Scofield, Greer and I were leaning for-
screwy!” he exploded. "You mean a ward now, interested and amused in spite
group of people, ordinary people, can cre- of ourselves. But we laughed openly at
ate something out of thin air, just by Chet, who sat gazing dreamily at the watch,
thinking it? Why, you’re-----------” running a hand through his shaggy black
Chetham waved him to silence. "Now, mop of hair.
now, keep your shirt on, Perry. I didn’t "You think it’s so funny?” he said
say exactly that. I said the atoms already quietly. Those black eyes, sliding over our
exist. The very air around us is full of faces, were serious and unsmiling. "Listen,
them—microscopic particles flying around you knot-heads!” Chet snapped. "Ancient
until the gravity pull of some larger solid necromancers—the Medes and the Per-
draws them to it and they become part of sians, the old Magi—could create anything
that solid. But . . . you’ve seen a magnet you’d like to name, simply by the power of
pull a heavy piece of metal to it? If our thought. They were able even to change
mind-power was developed enough, we the atom formations at will: water into
could draw atoms away from solids. I wine, wood into stone, inanimate objects
could take you apart and reassemble you into animate ones—the way Moses turned
on my body, except that your mind-power his rod into a snake—the way Lot’s wife,
would be pulling against mine. Or we by her own mental turboil, turned her own
* could both concentrate on dissolving that flesh into salt. They could do it, I tell you!
chair, atom by atom, and sticking it onto And their minds were no better developed
this chair over here. . . —in fact, I’d say they were much less de-
’ Perry winked at me. "See?” he whis- veloped—than yours or mine. We have
pered. “I told you he was nuts! Of all the a knowledge of electrical force, chemistry,
crazy------” physics, that those old ducks never had...
"But that degree of mind-power,” Chet We four were not laughing now. Chet’s
went on, ignoring him, eyes narrowed mood of gravity and growing excitement
dreamily, "could probably never be at- was contagious. Lester peered at him, one
tained by the human brain in its present eyebrow cocked at a quizzical angle. Boy-
state. If it could—think of the chaos! ton Greer gaped at him, unwinking. Sco-
Right now, though, I’m convinced we field, however, seemed the most affected.
could materialize any familiar object out He was staring at Chet strangely, wringing
of detached atoms that are not yet caught his hands in that nervous way of his until
by any centrifugal force. Your watch, the knuckles cracked. A little muscle in
Perry, for example, could be dupli- his mouth twitched. Tom was always high-
cated. . . .” strung.
Our reporter-pal snorted. With a flour- Unexpectedly he blurted: "Chet, I—I’ve
ish, he took out the new watch his aunt got a book at home-------”
had given him last Christmas and laid it All eyes shifted to him, and he reddened
down on the table, clearing a place among like a small boy caught showing off.
the cards and chips. "That is,” he stammered, "I just thought
"All right!” he waved at it. "That tur- it might amuse you fellows. Just for a
nip cost Aunt Mag a hundred and ten laugh, of course. I mean, what you were
bucks. I know—I’ve hocked it. Make me saying, Chet; this book tells how---------"
one like it, Chet my friend, and I’ll give Chetham sat up with a jerk, his eyes
you this one!” bright with interest.
DRIFTING ATOMS 51
"Huh? What kind of book, Tom? You the whole thing like a hot brick. But we
mean, this crackpot theory of mine has didn’t realize, of course. Chet was full of
been thought of before? Not seriously?” fantastic theories which he and Perry were
Scofield nodded shyly. “Y’yeah,” he always squabbling about, for nothing more
stuttered. "It’s all in this book. Uncle of than the sheer pleasure of popping off.
mine willed it to me with the estate. . . .” Boyton, Tom, and I had 'always trailed
We fidgeted uncomfortably. Each of us along, putting in our two-cents-worth, un-
knew about this uncle—he had died in an til the "debate” ended in a big laugh. Life
insane asylum last year, and any mention on Mars, the construction of a stratosphere
of him brought a flare of panic to Tom’s plane, the physical changes of a psycho-
eyes. Hereditary insanity is not a pleasant pathic "werewolf” — these were some of
thought for a jittery chap like him. But, the crackpot matters we had taken apart,
with a morbid eagerness: for the fun of it. Naturally, then, our fancy
"Uncle had a lot of crazy books,” he was caught by this new idea of Chet’s
was saying now. "Used to collect them. while, as naturally, none of us took it seri-
Banned stuff, dealing with witchcraft and ously.
so on. This one I mentioned is a compila-
tion of rituals stolen from a Parsi temple.
Persian fire-worshippers, you know. Chet,
your saying that about the Medes and Per-
W E HAD not forgotten it the next time
we met, this time at Boyton Greer’s
because his wife was out of town. Perry
sians awhile ago made me remember it. mentioned it almost at once. And Tom,
Those Parsi mobeds—priests—really had shy but eager for attention, brought out
thought-control down to a fine art, even the promised book. There was a clause in
better than the Yogis of India. In this book his uncle’s will, he said, preventing his
are all sorts of formulae for impossible ever letting it out of his possession; but
tricks, like setting a bush afire with a we could all see it, anyhow, in his pres-
glance, or making water spurt out of a dry ence.
rock. They could do it, too, in those days. It was an ancient-looking volume, in-
Nothing supernatural about it; just sheer scribed on vellum and sloppily bound.
science.” Pages were missing, and the whole thing
He stopped for breath, glancing from was in Sanskrit. But Tom’s uncle had
one face to another, then back at Chet for translated passages here and there. In fact,
approbation that was certainly forthcom- he must have been working on this very
ing. The four of us blinked at him, intent translation when he lost his mind—from
and fascinated by such a weird conversation overwork and too intensive study, the doc-
coming out of shy, moody Tom Scofield. tors said. I doubt that diagnosis, in view
As for Chet, he was grinning like a kid of what was in those translations — and
with a new toy. what happened later.
"Say!” he burst out. "I’d like to see that We didn’t play any poker that night.
book! Can I borrow it tomorrow?” After Chet had read aloud a few pages of
"And me next?” Perry Lester chimed in, that book, we were too interested for ordi-
and mugged at us. "Gentlemen, won’t you nary thoughts.
join us in a padded cell?” The wording was obscure. There was
I remember that was the very crack he a lot of stuff mixed in about Abura Mazda,
made. Perhaps if we had realized how the Parsi deity of light, and Narasamsa
prophetic it was, we would have dropped Agni—fire—in his various forms.
52 WEIRD TALES
But between the lines there was a curi- else from your mind, and concentrate on
ous sort of scientific theory, hinted at now something.”
and then—something about the non-exis- Chet smiled. "Yes, sure. But that’s not
tence of matter except as held together by so easy as you might think. In fact, it’s
"the Law of Eternal Mind.” It was very damned hard to concentrate on any one
vague. There was still more about all thing for much longer than ten to twenty
phases of earthly matter being akin, and minutes. Almost impossible for the aver-
that caught Chet’s attention at once. age person.”
"There!” he pointed out eagerly. "That Perry nodded. "Yeah. Little sounds
agrees with my theory! Look how many distract you. Other thoughts creep in. But
plants seem to be almost animal, and how you can train yourself to do it. It was dev-
many insects are nothing but animated ilish hard for me to turn out copy in the
twigs and leaves. And don’t plants even- news room, with everybody yelling and the
tually turn into mineral form? Petrified teletype going. But it can be done—and so
trees—that’s one marked instance. Then, could this.”
there’s that disease science has no cure for, I grinned at them, nodding at the card
when flesh hardens slowly into stone and table Gerer had previously set up for poker.
can be chipped off. . . . Yes, there's a link "Let’s have a séance,” I chuckled. "Perry,
. somewhere, and I believe it’s in the atom. does that offer about your watch still hold
Hmm! . . . You know, I think we’ve stum- good?”
bled on something revolutionary!” A murmur of laughter greeted this, but
Lester, Greer, Scofield and I were read- it was uncertain laughter. The phrases of
ing over his shoulder, scanning the neat that Sanskrit translation were thrumming
translations appended to each vellum leaf. in all our heads. Could it be? Could it
Suddenly Lester indicated one paragraph, be?
and murmured the words aloud: Still laughing, Boyton Greer swept cards
". . . And he shall make, with his own and chips from the table and gestured sol-
mind and the Power thereof, a likeness emnly to the chairs drawn up to it. I sat
unto that which is. And the likeness shall down. Perry snorted. Tom Scofield ran
be, it shall exist, until the Power is with- a nervous glance over our faces, smiling
drawn. Yea, what though Life is not given shakily. Then, as Chet sat down opposite
and Growth forbidden, it shall be seen, me with a clowning gesture of pressing
and touched, it shall have weight and color forefinger to forehead, eyes closed as in a
and substance, according to the Will of him trance, the others sat also. With a flourish
who thinks. For so it was in the Begin- Perry Lester took out his watch and
ning . . planked it down in the center of the table.
"What do you get out of that, Chet?” "There!” Chet laughed. "That’s our
Lester muttered. "And look; further down, pattern, gentlemen. Take a good look at
it tells how to---------” it, get the picture of it firmly fixed in your
We all read those next few paragraphs, mind. Because—we’re going to materialize
forming the words silently. Simple words one exactly like it!”
—but with a meaning that struck one like After a moment we controlled our levity
a blow between the eyes. and got fairly serious about the thing;
"Why, there’s nothing to it!” Greer though, of course, each of us thought the
murmured, frowning. "All you do, ac- idea was absurd. We were merely amus-
cording to this, is sit and put everything ing ourselves, as people do with an ouija
DRIFTING ATOMS 53
board, not laughing only because that was swallowed noisily. Perry tried to grin,
part of the game. and shook his head like a punch-drunk
fighter. ■
W E TOOK a good look at the watch, "Say!” he breathed. "Do you sup-
shiny white and gold-rimmed against pose------?”
Chet’s narrowed eyes stared at the spot,
the black table top. Then, with a swift
bright with elation. “Do I suppose? Hell
gesture, Chet removed it. For a few nlo-
yes! Do you know what happened? Our
ments we could still see the “light-image”
combined mental attraction was collecting
of it against the dark surface; then even atoms at that point of focus—and welding
that faded. But, by agreement, we still sat them together! . . . Perry, put out that
motionless, concentrating every thought on cigarette,” he snapped. “Tom, sit back
the spot where the watch had lain. down—we’ve got to try this thing again!”
No one moved. No one spoke. Five We glanced at Scofield, who had half
men, from varied walks of life, no different risen from his chair. Sweat dewed his high
from any five you might see on the street forehead, and his pale eyes were fright-
every day. But we sat there around a card ened.
table that night, tampering with phsyical "Chet, I—I don’t like this,” he blurted.
laws as a child might toy with a sleeping “They—they say my—uncle was babbling
cobra. . . . about something like this when—when he
We sat, We stared. We concentrated. —do you suppose he was really mad?” his
Five minutes. Ten. Twenty. . . . voice rose pathetically. "I mean—could
Perry was the first to break. With a such a thing--------?”
snort of laughter, he suddenly sat back We were all looking at him, which made
in his chair, fishing for cigarettes. ' him flush and stammer as usual. But Chet
"This is silly as hell,” he burst out. spoke, calmly, very scientific and detached
"Goes against every known law of science. again.
.. . Aw, come on. Let’s play some poker! “Yes,” he answered quietly. "It could *
. Smoke, Chet?” be and is, Tom. Sit down. We’re going
The rest of us, at his words, had re- to prove it.”
But Tom Scofield was pushing his chair
laxed, laughing. Chet, blinking eyes that
back, shaking his head. That little muscle
watered after our concentrated vigil,
in his cheek was twitching more violently
shrugged and leaned across the table, brac- than ever, and his face was ashen. His
ing himself on a bare elbow for support. eyes were wide and glassy.
Instantly he jerked back his arm, rub- “No!” he jerked out harshly, groping
bing it and cursing. All the laughter had for his hat. "No, no, I won’t try it any
vanished from his eyes as he put out a hand more! I—don’t like to think so hard about
gingerly and touched the table top where things, Chet. When I do, I—I feel dizzy.
his arm had rested. My head aches. . . . Please! I want to go
"Huh!” Chet exploded. “Feel that—the home. I—get the jitters like this some-
place where we’ve all been staring! It’s times.” He broke off so pitifully that Chet
—it’s hot!" frowned at us and slapped him on the
Wide-eyed, we felt the spot. And there back.
was no mistake—it was warm, that one “Okay, sure,” he laughed. "Don’t take
round spot in the center of the table top; this thing so seriously, old son—ye gods!
warm, but cooling rapidly. We gaped at
each other blankly. Greer shivered. Scofield
54 WEIRD TALES
After all, it’s just a screwy experiment. that stubborn way of his when someone—
Why should it frighten you?” usually Perry — betters him in an argu-
I’ll never forget Scofield’s eyes as he ment. .
stopped at the door and turned back to "Think so?” he snapped. "Well, it so
us. Those pale eyes stared at the table happens, my idiot friend, that I did feel
top for a moment, then veered away like a heat at that point. Listen; let’s meet at my
scared bird. apartment next week sometime, and try this
"Why?” he whispered. "It’s the—the little experiment again. I think I’ve got a
uncertainty, Chet, don’t you see? That’s way to disprove this 'suggestion’ theory of
what got my uncle—the doctor told me, yours, Perry.”
and I—I visited him once at the asylum We grinned at his vehemence and agreed
before he died. You see, he—got to wor- to come, debating whether or not to ask
rying about—what we are and why we’re Tom, since he had appeared so easily up-
here. Are we really here, after all? Where, set by the thing. . . .
exactly, is the thin line between imagina- But that question was settled for us
tion and reality? The human mind—it’s next morning. Poor old Tom—wander-
so tricky, so easily fooled. . . .” ing about the streets all night until the po-
Chet scoffed at him reassuringly. Perry lice took him in! They thought he was
gave another of his down-to-earth snorts, drunk at first, but later he was transferred
though I saw Boyton Greer staring oddly to the psychopathic ward. We heard the
at Tom as he opened the door. details via Perry: how he had kept beat-
"Nuts!” said Perry. "Don’t try to tell ing his fists against his head, and mum-
me I spend forty bucks a week trying to bling about a watch that kept ticking in-
clothe and feed a body that doesn’t exist! side his brain. Only we four made any
I don’t know why I’m here, but I know sense out of that, and we kept our' mouths
damn well I am! I’ll slug the guy that shut after a short discussion.
says I’m------” For, as Chet pointed out, everyone knew
But Tom Scofield had gone. there was insanity in Tom’s family. Any-
thing was likely to set him off, and it had
S EATED in comfortable chairs a moment last oddity. "I wasn’t thinking about a
later, we prepared to repeat our crazy stem for the darned thing! Were you?”
Perry, Greer and I shook our heads,
"seance.” Conditions this time were more
56 WEIRD TALES
stunned. That was why the part had not concentrating business is going to make us
materialized! We had all been concentrat-all sick. The strain is too great.”
ing on the face only. "Quiet!” Chet snapped. , "Concentrate!
Blinking at the shadowy thing, we saw The boy will be here in a few minutes.
it flatten out, become ovoid, then slowly Now, get this. When I get up to let him
begin to dissolve. Gingerly Chet poked in, keep concentrating. Replace your ear-
it with a pencil, and the dent left in the cotton, and bring it back!” he whispered.
thing’s surface was like that one might"With the hands pointing to—a quarter to
make by poking a pat of wet sand. Fine ten. Everybody must agree on that hour.”
sand, almost powdery—that is what the Fiften minutes later—minutes that made
blob appeared to be made of. As we looked, . my head ache sickeningly and my eyes burn
it seemed to melt into the table top. . . . with staring — there was that watch-like
And once more we all touched the spotblob at the table’s center again, as solid as
where it had been. It was hoi, as hot asbefore. It shimmered slightly, like an ob-
the hearth in front of a blazing fire! ject seen under water. But the numerals
"Well, I’ll be a----------” Perry sat back, were clearer—and this time, it had a stem
mopping sweat from his forehead. and slender black hands pointing the hour
Boyton Greer huddled in his chair, shiv-Chet had planted in our minds before the
ering, shaking his head dazedly. thing materialized.
Chet grinned broadly, spread his hands. There was a knock on the door, and Chet
The light of scientific triumph glowed inrose quietly to open it.
his thoughtful eyes—though there was be- With tremendous effort of will, Perry,
wilderment in them, too, and not a little Boy, and I kept our eyes glued to the table
healthy fright. as the Negro delivery boy shambled in.
“It’s true!” he breathed. “It—it works!The watch quivered as Chet maneuvered
In a minute, I’ll realize it, but right nowhim into the dusky room. Cautiously I re-
I—I just feel slap-happy! It was there,moved my ear-stops to hear as his light
wasn’t it, Perry? We did see it?” voice murmured:
Perry Lester nodded vaguely, slumped "That was quick service, boy. So, for a
back in his chair. He ran a tongue over tip, you can have anything you see on that
dry lips; then he scowled. table! Fair enough?”
"Hypnotism!” he exploded. "You know The Negro grinned at him, then shuffled
what we’ve been doing? Sitting up here over to the table, eyeing us; curiously be-
like a bunch of dopes, hypnotizing our- cause we sat so still and did not glance
selves into seeing a watch! We haven’t up at his approach. Sniggering, he peered
proved a thing . . . and personally, my at the table, then turned to Chet.
head aches! I feel like the devil. Nuts to “Aw,” he grinned. "You’s jest fun-
the whole thing! I’m going home to bed!” nin’ me, ain’t you, Cap’n?” I heard, and
"No, wait!” Chet seized his arm, forc-relaxed—but stiffened again as he added,
ing him back into his chair excitedly. “You-all wouldn’t gimme no gold watch
"We’ve got to bring it back, Perry—andfor a tip, now, would you?”
find out whether that delivery boy can see A moment later, when he had slipped
it or not! Then we’ll know.” the beaming darky a dollar and hustled him
Perry sat down again slowly, running a out, Chet whirled on us again. We were
finger around under his collar. "Well—all leaning back in our chairs, exhausted
dray,” he growled. "But much of this and stunned ... all but Perry.
DRIFTING ATOMS 57
With savage energy he stood up and WAS sitting in the office next morning,
I
reached for his hat, scowling. "I’ve had nursing a blind headache caused by
enough of this,” he snapped. "I’m leav- our mental strain the night before, when
ing-------” Chef phoned. Perry had just called him
with the news, via the city room, about a
He stopped short, however, blinking
young clerk, one Boyton C. Greer, who
quizzically as Boyton rose, eyes wide with
had been walking along the street on his
a child-like terror of the dark.
way to.lunch. Suddenly, without a word,
"Chet,” he whispered. "He did see it! he had leaped in front of an oncoming
It’s—true! Then, you and I—all of us— truck, to be killed instantly. Greer’s wife
are nothing but a collection of tiny par- was prostrated with grief, at a loss to ex-
ticles, held together by—what? And we plain the suicide except that Boyton had
could dissolve, like that watch! Fly into seemed very nervous and depressed the
atoms and go drifting off into space! I . night before.
wonder,” he muttered. “Is that what death That afternoon we met — only Perry,
is? When our bodies disintegrate into Chet and I now—in a downtown res-
dust------” taurant. A deep gravity hung over us like
Perry stared at him, then flashed a warn- a cloud as we sat discussing Boy’s suicide,
ing look at Chet and me. He laughed following so closely upon Tom’s mental
lightly, reassuringly. collapse.
“Oh, come on, Chet—this has gone far "Chet,” Perry blurted, "it was this
enough. Boy, don’t take him seriously. watch-thing that got them both. Boy was
Why, that nig seeing it doesn’t prove a such an impressionable kid, and poor old
thing! It’s nothing in the world but Tom was a psychopathic case. We should
thought-transmission, coupled with mass never have stirred them up with a crazy
hypnotism. idea like this, and left them to worry over
We were thinking that watch so hard, it, when there’s absolutely nothing to it.”
we made the nig see it. A darky is very Chetham met his eye queerly. Sweat
beaded his high forehead, and his hand
sensitive, like dogs. That’s the answer:
shook nervously, holding his coffee cup.
telepathy and hypnosis. Eh, Chet?”
"No?” he drawled. “Perry—Joe, I’ve
Chet glanced at Boyton’s white face, and
been thinking about this damn business all
shrugged. "Sure,” he drawled. "That’s night. . . and I’m not so sure! We started
all there is to it. The watch didn’t really this as a gag, yes. Half the time I was
exist at all.” pretending, of course—like the time we
Greer stared at him fixedly, then forced found that formula for witch-ointment,
a grin. "You’re—quite sure? Wow!” he and rubbed the stuff into cuts on our arms.
laughed shakily. “This thing—had me go- The aconite and belladonna in it did give
ing for a minute! The idea of-------------” He a sensation of flying and high excitement,
shook himself like a terrier, and faced us, and we did have hallucinations; so I pre-
more like the old Boyton. "Well, good tended we had really flown through the
night, atoms!” he drawled. “I’m going night to a witch’s Sabbat. I actually had
home and get some shut-eye. If I disap- the rest of you believing it for awhile, but
pear in the night—pouf! like that—you’ll of course there was nothing to it. ...”
know what happened to me! See you to- Perry nodded, grinning faintly at the
morrow.” memory of five excited small boys camping
But we didn’t see Boyton, not ever again, out together under the stars.
alive.
’58 WEIRD TALES
His grin faded as Chet’s quiet voice went knowledge have on the world of tomor-
on: row? Cripes!”
"But this thing—I’m not so sure. Frank- , He jerked to his feet, glancing at his
lin was playing a game with a kite and a pocket watch, and I saw him wince slightly
key, when he stumbled on the truth about as he did so.
electricity. And we five nitwits, clowning "Be seeing you in an hour,” he mut-
around, may have actually been perform- tered. "I’ve got to go hock this thing to
ing a valuable scientific experiment—with pay my rent.” He laughed oddly. "Sor-
mental electricity. It—it scares me, the did down-to-earth thought, isn’t it? May-
way it scared Tom and Boyton. But—I be if I waited, I could hock—the other one.
decided last night that we must go on with And tomorrow, the pawn-shop owner
it. We owe it to those two to find out if would look for it, and -----------” He strode
there’s anything to it besides telepathy and out, laughing queerly.
hypnotism. Don’t you see? If they’ve I sat for a long time, almost the whole
given their lives for something of real hour, thinking about what he had said.
value to science, Boy’s and Tom’s names Thinking and thinking about it, imagining
will go down in history. And so will ours the possibilities. . . .
—if we can prove that watch was real!” I felt funny and light-headed, and a little
Perry and I stared at him. The noise and sick at the stomach, when I got up finally
clatter of the small café faded into non-ex- and headed for that old house on Beecher,
istence at his words. to join Chet and Perry—and a camera.
"It can’t be!” Perry burst out, almost
desperately. "Chet—it’s a scientific impos- mHEY were already there when I arrived.
sibility. Besides, there’s no way to prove Sunlight streamed through a curtain-
it. Why, good Lord, if a man can’t be- less window, full on the table around which
lieve his own senses, what can he believe?” Chet had placed two rickety chairs and a
Ray Chetham pushed back his chair, and packing-box. On another chair he had
rose from the table, his dessert untouched. rigged up Boy’s camera for a time-expos-
"A camera,” he replied flatly. "I’m go- ure.
ing to Boy’s now, to try and cheer up his The half-open door of a spacious closet
wife—and borrow that pet camera of his across the room revealed a second smaller
and some stuff for developing. You know table, with pans of acid ready for devel-
that old vacant house of my uncle’s on oping the picture of—whatever was to be
Beecher Street? There’s an old table and on that table.
some chairs in the attic. I’ll meet you there My head was spinning now. My heart
in an hour, and we’ll test this crazy thing pounded, and I felt a crazy excitement,
once and for all!” similar to the effect of a marihuana ciga-
He strode out of the restaurant. Perry rette, I once sampled. The room appeared
and I sat for a minute, staring at each all out of focus, and Chet’s and Perry’s
other. He grinned at me shakily, and ran faces looked distorted and unfamiliar. If
a finger around under his collar. they had looked at me, perhaps they would
"I have a feeling,” he said, "that we’ve have noticed something in my expression.
gone quite far enough with this screwy But they were too intent on the experi-
business, Joe. Tampering with the Law of ment; merely waved me to my chair, and
Creation, that’s what we’re doing—in case sat down at the table.
there’s anything to it, which I doubt. But It took a long time, this meeting, to
—suppose there is? What effect will such make that blob of matter appear on the
DRIFTING ATOMS 59
thought I could see them, waving frantic
table top—evidence of my mental state,
and perhaps of theirs, too. arms and screaming something at me, shov-
We sat, stared, concentrating for almost ing me toward that monstrous door. .. .
a full hour. And then---------- I heard someone—Perry—cry out:
There it was, quivering as from an elec- "Joe—what’s the matter, Joe? You look
tric current but clear in every detail. I so—wait, Joe! Take it easy, old boy;
wondered if the thing was solid, a hollow you’re—Chet! Chet! He’s gone mad! Look
shell, or whether the vague rudiments of a out!” .
mechanism were hidden there inside—dis- Vaguely I remembered picking up' a
torted, perhaps, by minds unfamiliar with chair, feather-light, and raising it above
watch-works. I wondered. . . . my head, and smashing with it—smashing
Then—click! Chet had pressed the at a monster wearing a white mask made
camera release, and registered on the sen- up to resemble Perry Lester’s face.
sitive film whatever really lay on that bare Then the huge door burst open, and I
table top. was smashing again, wielding the chair
The sound was loud in the silent room, with no effort, until a second fiend, mas-
so loud that it startled me, and made the querading as my old friend, Ray Chetham,
watch-image quiver and lose its shape. went down like a felled ox.
Slowly it dissolved as Perry leaned back, Something was in his hand—a piece of
rubbing his smarting eyes and stretching film, ready for developing, but ruined now
tense muscles. by exposure to the light. . . .
Chet stood up dizzily, taking up the That’s about all, Sergeant. You’ll find
camera with great care. I felt rather than the bodies in that second-floor room, in the
saw him make a bee-line for the closet; old vacant house on Beecher. I came
heard the door shut behind him. . . . straight here, the minute I realized there
It was then that the roaring began in was nothing I could do for poor old Perry
my head, deafening me, blinding me. I and Chet—after I came to myself, you un-
could see that door across the room, loom- derstand, I saw what I had done.
ing large and forbidding as the door to the I thought of suicide at first, longed for
death-chamber of a prison. Behind it a it, bending over them and crying like a
man was moving swiftly, dipping a section baby. Old Chet and Perry were more like
of film into a pan of acid—and thereby, my brothers than friends. ... I couldn’t
perhaps, solving the eternal mystery of Cre- stand the thought of what I’d done. .. .
ation. Then I knew that suicide was the easy
And men would be gods, pitting their way. What I had to do was give myself
brain-power one against another—creating up, so that I could tell someone about our
images that did not exist in the normal experiments before they do—whatever the
scheme of things, creating even women state is going to do to me.
that did not exist—until no one could tell Someone else may want to try what we
the true from the false, and madness would tried—a scientific mind, not a bunch of un-
sweep the world. . . . trained helpless laymen like the five of us.
Terror shook me like an ague—a blind Someone not afraid to find out what was
sick terror of space and mystery and things on that undeveloped film.
beyond our ken. In that moment it seemed I don’t want to know, myself. I hope to
that Boyton and Tom stood beside me. I God nobody ever finds out!
V^UPERSTIT'IONS
tJhe
Ishantom Pistol
By CARL JACOBI
They say that only a silver bullet can slay the werewolf—a strange
tale by the author of "Revelations in Black"
<S I look back, my friendship with been mellowed and made attractive by
/\ Hugh Trevellan seems to have time.
/ JLbeen inevitable. Our ages were I had gone in for books, and my shelves
near, we were both bachelors, and our avo- were filled with rare volumes, the result
cational interests were much the same. In- of years of collecting and considerable ex-
stilled deeply in both of us was that fasci- pense. But Trevellan had done his brows-
nation for art and craftsmanship that has ing along a different line. I remember the
62
THE PHANTOM PISTOL 63
night Major Lodge brought us together. with the royal shield in gilt and dama-
"Idiot, meet idiot,” he had introduced scened with gold.” •
jokingly. "You two must know each Even my books on which I had prided
other. myself for so long seemed to fade and
"The antique bug has got you both. lose some of their glamor as I stared down
McKay here knows all there is to know upon these beautiful relics. I said as much
about books, and Trevellah’s case of pistols to Trevellan, and he smiled graciously.
would make a gunsmith turn green with "I should like to see your books,” he
envy.” replied. "I have a few volumes on muni-
"Pistols?” I had repeated, shaking the tions that are rather old, but from a stand-
thin hand and scrutinizing the gaunt form point of binding or edition I’m afraid they
before me. are of little importance. Unfortunately I’m
And Hugh Trevellan had smiled. His leaving for the country tomorrow, so I’ll
pale blue eyes twinkled pleasantly. “Yes,” have to postpone the visit.”
he replied, “revolvers of all kinds: wheel- "How long are you going to stay?”
locks, flint-locks, muzzle-loaders, and even He shrugged. "Rented a secluded place
those absurd modem automatics. Would down Arronshire way, and I may stay all
you care to see them?” summer. Doctor’s orders, you know. Says
I’m all on edge and need solitude. It’ll be
a miserable nuisance, but still I don’t mind.
wolf or wild dog that had entered the more. And it was odd, I suddenly thought,
town and made off with a child on two that Trevellan should be reading them
separate occasions. himself. One would find nothing in the
I tried vainly to ward off the absurd line of pistols in these pages.
question that was stealing into my brain. But when I looked ,at one of the vol-
Might not this big gray brute be a were- umes I found the reason. They were not
wolf? I forced a laugh. But the thought Trevellan’s property. They belonged to
persisted, and more details arose to defeat Ludwig Blueker, the former resident of
my better judgment. the house, as attested by the name scrawled
Was -it not true that wolves had been on the flyleaf. Yet the books had not
extinct in England since the Fifteenth Cen- passed Trevellan’s notice. Throughout the
tury? Yes, of course; but the beast might pages I found queer notations in his writ-
have been a wild dog. But if it were a'
ing. There was no mistaking his peculiar
wild dog, would there not be some record
scrawl.
of its once being tame? I frowned. Not
One particular group of sentences
necessarily. The animal might have come
from a distance, left there by its owner caught my eye.' It read:
when he had vacated. But still a wild dog "July 31. I followed all the rituals tonight and
would make for the poultry coops. No mat- found that I have the power. I can hardly realize
ter how long it had been wild, human it, but it’s true. Something seemed to draw me
toward the village, but I dared not venture from
flesh would be repugnant to it, would it the grounds. One must grow accustomed to such
not? I stared into the bowl of my pipe. To a terrific change.”
this question I could offer no answer at
all. Far back in my brain a lurking suspicion
A shelf of books on the other side of was beginning to grow, and I thumbed
the room caught my eyes, and thinking through the pages for more notations. But
perhaps to steer my mind into more pleas- beyond a few meaningless jumbles of
ant channels I crossed over and let my words, the rest was in Latin, which I did
gaze pass along the titles. I saw with as- not understand.
tonishment that all of the two dozen vol- Puzzled, I made my way up the stairs
umes dealt with lycanthropy, sorcery, black to my bedroom, undressed and went to
art, and the occult. Richard Verstegan’s bed.
Restitution of Decayed Intelligence, strahge Sleep has always come readily in my
names of long-dead authors, rare works life, yet now with the rain surging at the
whose publication had been banned by windows, and the lightning flares drawing
God-fearing people lay there on the shelf drunken shadows along the wall, I lay
before me. There was LeLoyer’s Book of awake, listening to the slow ticking of the
Spectres, the sixth edition of DePraestigies hall clock.
Daemonun et Incantationibus, printed at Midnight came with the slow striking
Basle, and that hellish writing of Milo of the clock chimes. And then I heard the
Calument, I Am a Werewolf, all copies of door of Trevellan’s bedroom creak open
which I remembered were supposed to and footsteps pass softly down the hall.
have been cast in Hoxton marsh. I sat up. I slipped to the door, opened it
a crevice and peered out.
A dim nightlight burned at the far end
of the hall. In its feeble glow I saw Trev-
But about his head there were certain alter- into a house last night. It’s getting more
ations that destroyed the classic moulding courage every time. The mothers be watch-
I had always admired. The ears were more ing their children like hawks today, and
prominent, longer and pointed in shape. there’s ten parties out hunting the brute.”
The nose, I’m sure, was larger, with dilated "How many last night?” I waited his
nostrils. reply with an inner terror.
"Trevellan,” I said when breakfast was "Two. The Jepson twins. It’s ’orrible,
over, '"who was Ludwig Blueker?” sir.”
He frowned. "The former owner of the "If he comes around here,” I said, "he’ll
manor,” he replied. “Shall we go for a leave his pelt.”
walk down the road a bit?” The man smiled grimly. "There’ll be a
"I know he was the former owner,” I hundred pounds in it if ye do, sir. And
said as we went out the door, "but was he the personal thanks of every mother in
a farmer or an undertaker?”
Darset.”
"Both, I believe,” Trevellan answered.
He dug his knees into the horse’s flank,
"He eked out a mean existence from the
and the two of them rode off at a fast trot.
soil, and he made a few pounds now and
then by doing the occasional funeral work Trevellan stared at me dumbly. The
for the people of Darset.” jovial mood had left him, and in its place
It was plain that Trevellan did not care was a look of unmistakable fear.
to discuss the matter with me further. "I—I think we’d better be getting
"I was looking at some of his books last back,’’ he said. "I’ve got some writing to
night,” I said, "and what a collection! do.”
Blueker must have been a superstitious
fool,!”
Trevellan turned on me almost with a
snarl.
I N Blueker House once again Trevellan
excused himself and went to his room.
Left alone, I wandered into the library.
“He was a great man,” he cried. ■ The moment I entered that chamber I
"Those villagers laughed at him because felt the presence of some unseen power!
he preferred to stay in solitude and study Like a great lodestone I felt myself drawn
things which they could not understand. toward Trevdlan’s pistol case. As I stood
Blueker took years to gather those books.” there, gazing through the glass doors, a
We were nearing the end of the lane single object centered into my vision: the
now, weaving our way in and out among silver box that contained Trevellan’s latest
the pools of water. Emerging on the post ivory pistol.
road, we drew up as two men on horse- Impulsively I opened the case and took
back clattered up beside us. out the weapon. The sight of that relic
"Good mornin’,” said the nearest, a tall there affected me like old wine. I turned
fellow I remembered seeing in the village. it over and over, but I offer no explanation
"But a wet, chilly one.” for what I did a moment later. In slots on
He nodded. "You haven’t been seeing the velvet-lined box lay the weapon’s
a wolf or wild dog about, have ye?” The charge, three silver bullets, and loading
voice was stern and filled'with determina- equipment. Hesitating a moment I picked
tion. up one of the silver balls, inserted it in the
I could feel myself swaying slightly. “It gun and poured in powder from the little
didn’t attack someone in Darset again?” horn. I rammed the charge home. Then
He shifted in his saddle. "It did. Broke with an effort I replaced the weapon in
the magohany case.
70 WEIRD TALES
Not until it was quite dark outside did tered on the weapon cáse, and its magnetic
Trevellan come downstairs. lure increased a hundredfold. An inner
"I’m sorry, McKay,” he said, "but I’vepower, a psychic will drew me toward it.
got to go to the village. You’ll find some My hand moved forward. I opehed the
cold food in the kitchen. I may be backglass door.
late, so don’t wait up for me.” "Trevellan!” I cried. "Trevellan! Go
The door slammed, and his footstepsback!”
died away on the gravel. The wolf stopped short and peered up-.
And then a slow feeling of dread rose ward. Like lightning my hand leaped to
up within me. I fell to pacing the room the case. My fingers closed over the ivory
madly. Outside a flotilla of velvet cloudspistol, snatched it from its velvet mount-
ing.
was creeping across the sky, but off to the
My thumb reached for the death’s-
east a darker blot glowed with a soft radi-
head hammer, pulled it to full cock. My
ance where the moon was trying to break forefinger tightened on the trigger.
through. "Trevellan!” I cried. "Good God, I
More hours snailed past; the ticking ofcan’t help myself!”
the pendulum cloud pounded through the There was a crashing report. Glass shat-
rooms like the blows of a mallet. Strangertered and fell to the floor. From out on
than before came that strange psychic urge the lawn below me came a hoarse cry of
to open again Trevellan’s gun case and take pain.
into my hands that ivory pistol. ■ Then I was released. Turning, I flung
Then suddenly there floated to my ears the pistol to a far corner, raced out into the
a far-off ringing sound. I listened. It came grounds. I found him there, sprawled on
from the direction of the village, sweptthe grass, his shirt marked with a growing
forward by a wind, a deep bong, bong circle of red. He rose up as I lifted his
that penetrated every corner of the manor head in my arms.
like a tocsin. The blood rushed to my "Thanks, McKay,” he said, his voice a
head. It was a tocsin! They were ringing whisper. "It was—it was the only way.”
the steeple bell in Darset, ringing it to He fell back with a sigh; and I was
awaken the village. The horror had be-alone with the corpse of Hugh Trevellan.
gun! .
And as I listened, another sound rose
over the bell—the long wailing cry of a
wolf. • O N OCTOBER second, the evening edi-
tion of the London Chronicle pub-
I stood by the big bay window, staring lished the following item: ,
out into the grounds. The moon rode in
and Out through thick clouds. Giant dis- "Reports of an unfortunate tragedy in north
proportionate shadows staggered across theArronshire, neat the village of Darset, were made
known today by police of the district. The body
lawn. of Mr. Hugh Trevellan, noted antiquarian and au-
Abruptly the clouds parted, and I sawthority on ancient firearms, was found in his sum-
the beast in the full light of the moon. It mer home by a close friend, Mr. Martin McKay of
was the wolf, and its mouth was smeared Russel Square, Bloomsbury, who had come from
London to visit him. After examining the body,
crimson. the district doctor expressed the opinion that death
A scream rose to my lips. I felt myself had come accidentally when a weapon Mr. Trevel-
turn like a puppet on a wire. My gaze cen- lan was cleaning was discharged. The bullet, curi-
ously, was found to be made of silver.”
Vhe
host of a Chance
By A. B. ALMY
"A skeleton in the closet?” Th'al’s nothing to a mummy
in the breast pocket!
D
ON’T ask me why I went to the bringing, accident-reducing, auto-gadget in
Charity Bazaar that evening. By existence.
rights, I should have gone to bed I was standing on the street corner,
early. I had used all my energy and in- top-coat on arm, gladstone at side, waiting
genuity that day in my effort to break down for a taxi to show up. In spite of the
sales-resistance to the purchase of the Acre- tooting of auto-horns and the roar of elec-
com, the niftiest, most up-to-date, comfort- tric-cars, oddly, at times, I could hear the
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horse-chestnuts dropping to the ground were booths of every kind, swathed in col-
from the trees in the center-parking. The ored bunting and paper. There were bal-
fact is, I was becoming gradually relaxed. sam pillows, crazy-quilts, aprons galore,
In this pleasurable state of mind and body, woven baskets—in fact, doodads of every
I must have let several taxis pass unnoticed. description. There was the clatter of cups
Suddenly I became aware that someone and plates. An orchestra that no one was
had jostled against me. It must have been listening to was adding to the hubbub. In-
one of the two girls who were just then deed, there was the usual confusion and,
passing. They were talking at the top of everywhere, the usual bevy of marcelled
their voices. I couldn’t help hearing them: young women begging you to buy some-
“I b<$*-there’ll be a lot of folks at the thing. And, what was still more old-fash-
Bazaar tonight. Won’t we have a swell ioned, there was the selling of chances,
time!” or tickets, for articles more or less useless,
“You said it. It’s the last night, too. especially, to the male sex.
They’re going to raffle off that horrible In the midst of this hubbub, I was calm.
thing, you know.” I disposed of my coat and baggage at the
"Mercy! You give me the shivers! I decorated check-stand. I took time to eat a
wouldn’t want to get it. Just feature—” sizeable chicken-pie and to down the
That’s all I heard plainly. ■ A taxi was strongest cup of coffee within my experi-
at hand. I half raised my hand to hail it, ence. After that, I went directly to the
yet, when it was on the point of stop- farther end of the long hall. Here, was
ping, I motioned for it to go on. Why the bazaar of curiosities, as it was called.
did I? Because, for some reason, I felt There were all sorts of things—grotesque
the compulsion to follow those two girls tea-pots, tobacco-pipes of every imagin-
whose conversation I had partly overheard. able shape and country, queer-shaped brass
As they had been dawdling along, they and pottery vessels, Chinese, Peruvian—
were now only a block or so from" where I who knows from where they all came? Of
had been standing. I could easily pick course, there were tigers’ teeth, elephants’
them out from the crowd by their red, tusks, stuffed birds, petrified fish. Why
ruffled, knee-short dresses and their black name them all? They meant nothing to
cocked-hats. ' Twins, very likely. Even if me at the time, nor do they now. *
I had lost sight of them, I’m quite certain,
knowing what I now know, that I would
have gone their way and arrived at their
destination. They had said that they were I LEARNED, from the large poster
above the. booth, that this miscellany
going to the Charity Bazaar. I knew that I of objects had been donated, to be sold
was bound for the same place. Don’t ask for charity, by a distinguished gentleman,
me how I knew. ..Mr. Frederick Rawlins, world-renowned
Presently the two girls disappeared. I traveler and philanthropist. After a cur-
went on, not hurrying particularly. My sory glance at this hodge-podge of stuff, I
alligator-bag wai becoming heavy. • gave my attention to one object alone.
And now, I had arrived at the place. The thing was an Egyptian mummy. It was
The building was large, brilliantly lighted. propped up in a wooden box painted white
I pushed my way up the steps and into the inside, the better to display its lineaments.
main hall. One of the mummy’s arms was merged
It was a regular old-fashioned lodge with its shriveled breast. The other hung
bazaar, or fair, you might call it. There somewhat apart from the body, like a rope
of brown, twisted hemp, with a knot at
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the end. That knot, I perceived, was a All the while that I was in the taxi on
hand. I was fascinated by that hand. my way to the hotel, I cursed myself for
I leaned over the wooden hand-rail, only being so foolish as to take in that lodge
a few inches from that brown, shrunken affair. Twice, I took out the ticket to tear
thing. More than once, I have been told it to pieces, but, instead of doing so, I re-
that, by nature, I am rather cold and un- placed it, unmutilated. I know, now, that
sympathetic. However that may be, I was I could as readily have torn an iron bar
immediately overwhelmed with sympathy to shreds as that ticket.
for this mummy. Poor fellow! It’s bad As I said before, I had had an excep-
enough to be buried in the ground, but tionally difficult day. Once in bed, I fell
how much worse it is to have one’s body asleep immediately. Soon, however, I be-
salted and dried and packed away in some came restless. I dreamed fitfully of sarco-
stifling vault, only to be dragged out again, phagi and mummies and ticket-girls and
some thousands of years later, and treated huge chicken-pies.
like so much merchandise. How humiliat-
ing to be displayed before the curious
eyes of a callous mob, who see nothing in
you but a lump of cinnamon-colored leather I AWOKE, suddenly. Someone was get-
ting into bed with me. The nerve of
with features like no human being. it! I had engaged a single room and paid
As I continued to stare at the mummy, plenty for it. It was inky dark in the
I became convinced that, in life, he had room, so I didn’t see the person. Why
been an exceptionally intelligent man. In didn’t the fellow finish getting in if that
that shrunken head, I pictured a philoso- was what he was bent on doing? Queer,
pher’s brow. What an insult to raffle off this getting in and yet, not getting in—
his body as if it were a mere patch-work exactly.
quilt. Yet, that is exactly what they were I had a sickish feeling. I reached
doing. over. Nothing was there. Yet, the bed
I was besieged by ticket-sellers. "Buy was creaking. There was a depression, too,
a chance! Buy a chance for the Egyptian as if—as if what? I could scarcely breathe.
mummy!” But someone else was breathing. It was
"No, thank you. No.” the breath of mummy pits.
"A ticket for the mummy, sir? A I thought that my heart had stopped
mummy ticket, before they’re all gone!” beating. Yet, after a moment or so, I
"No! No, I say!” felt it still functioning. "I must be calm.
As I was turning away from the rail to Calm,” my mind registered. "No matter
dismiss the importunate ticket sellers, what happens. I must keep a clear head.”
someone touched me on the arm. Who was That steady breathing at my side. That
it? I didn’t see.the person. However, that cavernous breathing. "Don’t get excited,”
touch impelled me to call out, "Here, I’ll I admonished myself. So, by sheer will-
take one of those mummy tickets!” power, I worked myself up to the point
Three girls rushed up to me. I delib- where I saw the situation. The ticket! I
erately waited until another one came up. had drawn the lucky ticket! The joke was
"Hl take my ticket from you,” I indicated. on me. Up to now, I had always been
I reached my hand into her tin coffee-can able to take a joke. That’s why I had be-
and extracted a ticket. It was number 321. come such a successful salesman.
I placed it in my bill-fold. I didn’t know a word of Egyptian. I
I was ready to go now. could try English.
“Who are you?” I asked in a kind of
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gasping way. I really didn’t expect a re- places and collect valuable curiosities. He’s
ply. lousy rich but it hasn’t spoiled him. Very
"Shafra Tatkera Ptah-hotep,” came in a kind-hearted, too, or he wouldn’t be do-
fungus-like voice. "If that’s too long for nating me and all those other choice bits
you, you may call me Shafra Tatkera, when to charity.” Again, that dreadful silent
you’re in a hurry. Ptah-hotep is my family laughter. "You do realize, don’t you, that
name.” it was merely his philanthropic sense that
I just lay there, too weak to move. The made him part with me? We were to-
breathing became louder. "I said you may gether thirty-four congenial months. And
call me Shafra Tatkera for short. Didn’t now, I’m with you.”
you hear me?” I groaned inwardly.
"Y-yes. I was only—I was only won- "Ha! Ha! Ha!” This time, aloud.
dering where you learned to speak Eng- I couldn’t keep my teeth from clicking.
lish.” ’ . "There’s no reason to be stand-offish,
"To be sure, that’s only natural. Well, Mister— What is your name? And your
I don’t intend to tell you everything. Even business?”
my favorite wife, most precious lotus blos- • "My name’s Anthony Charleston. I
som of all lotus blossoms, Hespa Nekata, travel for the Biclcwell-Crowder Company,
- never did know more than a hint of all producers of the Acrecom, the niftiest,
my goings on. You’re shivering. Here, I most up-to-date, comfort-bringing, acci-
don’t need any blankets. The fact is, I’ve dent-reducing, auto gadget in existence. In
picked up English ever since I left the fact, the Acrecom has reduced auto acci-
tombs. We’ll skip telling how long a time dents—”
that is. To tell the truth, I’ve been at- “Hold on, Charleston, I’m not interested
tached, more or less intimately, with thir- in that line of talk.”
teen individuals, since then. Two of them If I could have choked him, I would
were women.” have. Instead, I asked boldly, "Aren’t
The bed was shaking, though I didn’t you sleepy, Mr. Shafra Hottep?”
hear any laughing. After a moment, he "Shafra Tatkera, I told you. No, I’m
burst out, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Those tombs! not sleepy. Three thousand-seven-hun-
That painted sarcophagus! There’s noth- dred-and-eleven years in a carved sarco-
ing in the world like it. Quite jolly! Speak phagus is some rest, believe me. The truth
English, do I? A little French, too. The is, I’m never sleepy.”
Russian language was the hardest. But, I drew a breath of despair.
really, I owe rpy excellent English to Fred- "See here, if you’re tired, go ahead and
erick Rawlins. I spent more time with him sleep.”
than with anyone else. You are acquainted "Thanks.” I turned over on my side.
with him, I suppose?” Sleep. How could I sleep? I was afraid
I said “No,” but so faintly that he failed to breathe for fear he’d think I wasn’t
to hear. He leaned over and repeated the asleep, and afraid not to breathe for the
question. I didn’t want him to do that same reason. If I only could sleep!
again. The clock on the stand near the bed
"No!” I shouted, and, with that, almost had a phosphorescent dial. One o’clock.
passed out. Two o’clock. That thing at my side was
"Don’t be childish. I hardly expected restless, too. My eyes kept staring at the
you’d know him. He’s an exceptional per- clock. By three o’clock, I had become stiff
son. Likes to delve into out-of-the-way as a board. Four o’clock. I hadn’t sup-
THE GHOST OF A CHANCE 75
posed that there were any roosters in thesharply, "Let’s see your ticket. It’s number
heart of a metropolis, but there seemed to 321.”
be. A breath escaped me. As if I had no will of my own, I took
"Hear that?” came a chuckle at my side. the accursed ticket from my billfold.
"Would you believe it?” "All right,” I said. I held it out over
I didn’t reply. Heavens, was he tele- the bed. My hand was shaking. ’
pathic? Was I to have no peace, sleeping The ticket was snatched from my hand.
or awake? I was so tense, I felt as if, "It’s O. K.” Ticket 321 was again in my
at’any moment, I might crack into pieces. ’ hand. Now, in spite of all that had oc-
Presently, there was such utter silence curred up to this moment, I had still been
and lack of stir, that I believed that Shafratrying to believe that I was under some
Tatkera himself had fallen asleep, if such inexplicable spell of hallucination. Now,
a thing were' possible. after this ticket business, I knew that the
Four-thirty o’clock. I. had a wild idea. mummy’s ghost was actually with me.
I was going to escape. I got up softly. I made a sickly attempt to be facetious:
"Heigh-o, friend Anthony! I hope "Well, where do we go from here? So
nothing I’ve done has disturbed you.” what?”
"Oh, no,” I said nonchalantly, through "Very well, the first thing for you to
dry lips. "I’ve always liked the morningdo is to go and get my mummy. They
air. Besides, I like to get an early start—won’t mind getting rid of it, I fancy.
the early bird, you know.” I was trying You’ll get my mummy and then—”
to be jaunty, but I was merely vapid. The "And then what?” I interrupted, hoping
bed shook with insulting laughter. for deliverance.
“Why then, you and I will be able to
settle down to normal life, the routine of
A FTER I was dressed, I opened up my business.” .
sample-case and arranged papers. The "Oh—” I checked a groan. I was pray-
sight of my Acrecoms, usually so inspiring, ing silently, "O Lord, Lord, how long!”
produced only a dull heaviness in me. I had a right to pray. And, I might as
What was going to happen to me and well say now, that, in the days and weeks
to them? I had a premonition that I was that followed, I exercised that privilege to
facing ruin, both business, and domestic.the utmost, but always silently. "Lord,
What of Harriet, my devoted wife, and O Lord, help me get rid of this horrible
Jimmy and little Prudy? I drew a deep pest.” But, I don’t wish to anticipate.
sigh. However, this I will say, Shafra Tatkera
"Excuse me, will you, if I talk to you was telepathic.
from the bed? No need for me to get up Not to go into detail, in some way or
yet. However, we’ve got to attend toother, I got Shafra Tatkera’s visible sub-
something. I suppose, naturally, thatstance up into my room. Notwithstanding
you’re wondering what you’re going to dostrenuous objections on his part, I managed
with me. At the start, we don’t seem to to pack him into my medium-size sample-
be particularly attracted to each other. Thatcase, which I- then pushed into the dark
will change, in time, we hope. Cheer up, end of the closet. Excepting for an an-
Anthony. I’ll not talk to you much throughcient, undefinable odor that some people
the day. I’ll just accompany you silently.” might not even have detected, but which
I had a touch of nausea, for the moment. to me, smelt down to the most noxious
"Do you have your mummy ticket at pit, I and my Acrecoms might, to the ordi-
hand?” As I didn’t answer, he repeated,
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nary observer, have been occupying the I wondered. Could this early rising
room alone. really offset my terrible handicap?
Speak of a skeleton in the closet. What I tried business again that day. This
is that to a mummy! time, I—we—set off at noon. Somehow
I was due to leave the city the next day. or other, I couldn’t summon courage to go
I mean, the day after the establishment earlier. It might have been all right if
of Shafra Tatkera into my privacy. Only I had been able to ignore absolutely Shafra
by the most dogged determination, did I Tatkera’s presence. But how could I? He
succeed in getting off my monthly report. talked to me almost incessantly. When I
I had the hardihood, too, to keep several couldn’t restrain myself longer, I answered
engagements early in the day, to clear up him. People were beginning to think that
orders that had been hanging fire. Shafra I was demented. I saw their expressions.
Tatkera went with me everywhere. I I heard their remarks. I became afraid. I
smelt him, I heard him, I breathed him. sweated. A little more of this thing and
I was convinced that my clients were un- I might find myself in an insane asylum.
aware of his presence. I, however, being The night of this day was like that first
all too aware of him, found myself reply- one when Shafra Tatkera had intruded
ing to his insinuations, aloud. How could himself into my companionship. I
I explain to some client that my sudden couldn’t sleep. Would I ever be able to
imprecations, my hitting out ‘into appar- sleep again? Would life ever be sweet
ently thin air, were caused by a creature, and normal again?
invisible to him, but disagreeably actual "When you become used to me, you’ll
to myself? sleep like a child,” came the unasked-for
That night, when I reached my room consolation in answer to my thoughts. I
—he called it our room—I was utterly shot noticed that it was only two o’clock.
to pieces. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think.
"O—” I couldn’t even pray.
"Yes, friend, you’ll get as used to me as
I
thing: while he was able to hurl news- T WAS nearly lunch time. In a few
papers about the room, he never so much minutes we would be going out to the
as lifted a heavy object to cudgel me. I Elite Café, just around the corner. Shafra
am convinced that he was unable to lift Tatkera was quiet, deeply absorbed in the
anything excepting the lightest weight. funnies.
Parenthetically, Shafra Tatkera had a pas- Suddenly the fire-siren sounded. Louder
sion for newspapers. He read them from it came. Louder, and, with it, came the
the first to the last page. noise of the engines and trucks. I ran to
The days went by, well into the third the window. A crowd was gathering be-
month. Shafra Tatkera was becoming in- low us. The Palace Hotel was on fire.
creasingly annoying. He now kept insist- Already the alarm was sounding through
ing that I go out on the road again. He our halls. For all its class, the Palace was
kept talking Acrecoms to me. He extolled an old building. It would burn like tin-
their virtues, even telling me that they were der. I must escape! But not with the
the niftiest, most up-to-date, comfort-bring- mummy! There wasn’t time to grab up
ing, accident-reducing auto gadgets in ex- anything.
I ran into the corridor.
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"My mummy! Save my mummy!” came smoke. Red tips were showing about the
shrieking into my ear. elevator openings.
I paid no attention. Smoke was seep- I was in the street now, amidst the con-
ing up and through the narrow halls. I fusion.
ran to the elevator. Others sought the Then, from across the street, I stood
same way of escape, but as instantly as we watching the flames lick up the walls of
arrived at the shaft we recognized the our wing of The Palace.
futility of that means of escape. In a ’ "My mummy! My mummy!” I still
few minutes the elevators would be wells heard his wailing shriek. Still, the funny
of flame. paper, now almost in tatters, was beating
Frantically, I started down the stair- the air.
way, and, all this time, Shafra Tatkera was "Save it! Oh—”
with me, screaming, "Get my mummy! All at once I felt a deep relief. Our
Save my mummy!” In a frenzy of terror, wing of The Palace went down with a
he waved his funny paper in front of my roaring crash.
face. I hurried on, unheeding. I was free!
"I say, get it! Get it before it’s too To this day there is no sound that thrills
late!” me more than that of a fire-siren. Again,
"No! No!” I shouted. We had reached I feel that sudden sense of relief. Believe
the lobby. It was a thickening mass of it or not, just as you will.
Futility
By MARVIN MILLER
P
EG and I were like the Smith So there we were, walking down the
Brothers — only better, because street because Peg was athletic and I pre-
neither of us had beards. We dis- ferred a taxi. I was walking fast and Peg
agreed so perfectly that we made an irre- was dawdling, so she spotted the place
sistible combination. Of course, Peg al- first.
ways permitted me to be boss, provided I "Look at the cute puppy!’’ she ex-
did what she told me. And when she in- claimed. My eyes wandered quickly to sur-
vited me to dinner at Leonard Merril’s, rounding lamp-posts.
whom I detest, I naturally argued and "No—over there, in the window.”
agreed. Peg dragged me before the glass pane
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of what I perceived to be Mardu’s Pet cage-lined walls in a sudden attack of com-
Shop. Of course there was the usual black bined claustro—and zoophobia.
and white pup crouching wobbly-legged in "Can I do anything for you, sir?”
the sawdust, and Peg began to make those "Yes, you can open a window and air out
disgusting noises women always make this joint. Only you look as though you
when confronted with puppies, babies, or came from the Black Hole of Calcutta
Tyrone Power. yourself, mister.”
Now I don’t like dogs, and that is put- He did. The tall, thin man who rounded
ting it mildly. If I were perishing in the the counter was obviously not a Caucasian.
snow of the Alps and a St. Bernard came He had the dark, pointed face of an East
running up with a bottle of brandy under Indian, and his voice held a nasal twang.
his neck I might fall on him in gratitude— In all frankness, I must admit he didn’t
but I’m sure the pooch would bite me in impress me then. It was only afterwards,
the leg. thinking of it, that I realized his move-
Somehow I never could believe that a ments were those of a panther; that in his
dog was man’s best friend; I know of at pet shop he was a jungle beast. Quiet,
least three people who are higher in my quick, supple, ember-eyed, he confronted
affections than a canine. me.
After Peg stopped squealing at this "That puppy in the window—” Peg be-
dopey-looking little mutt, I told her this, gan. The tall, dark man shot her a single
adding that if we didn’t step on it we’d glance. I don’t know exactly what it con-
be late for the party. veyed, but Peg shut up. I determined to
"Ooh, let’s go inside and look around,” get him alone sometime and find out how
she countered. Always agreeable, was Peg. he did it.
"I do not care for animals,” I said, Then the lean-faced one turned to me.
gently. “In fact I would not go into this "You would perhaps wish to look
foul-smelling joint to see King Kong in around a little first. I have many pets here,
a bathing suit. I despise anteaters, dingos, and I think the young lady could find one
emus, pandas, yaks, aardvaarks, harte- a little more interesting. Perhaps?”
beestes, ocelots, steinbok, dugongs, and I can tell you what kind of a glance he
elk.” gave me. It was a look that made it im-
"My uncle is an Elk,” said Peg. possible for me to say "No.” I can’t ex-
"And you, my dear, are a horses’ neck,” plain that. Maybe Dale Carnegie could,
I murmured; following Peggy into the pet- but I’ve a hunch this Hindu had a lot Dale
shop in response to a charming tug on the Carnegie never dreamed of. It wasn’t sales
lapel which knocked off a button. personality he turned on, it was the air of
"I simply must have that puppy,” she command.
prattled. "He’s so cute, and I could buy “Would you show us?” I heard myself
him a little red blanket with his name on saying.
it, and you could walk him around the “But that puppy—■” Peg wailed.
block every night—” “This way.” I nudged Peg to follow the
Yes, and I could drop dead too, sister, dark shop-owner. I was doing a little ra-
only it’s bad for my health. So was the tionalization on my part. I didn’t want
pet-shop. To be brutally frank, it smelled Peggy to get that puppy; I didn’t want to
in there. put on its ittsy-bittsy red blanket and take
"Come on, Peg, we haven’t got much urns out for a nice walk around the block
time,” I said, glancing around the dingy, every night. Blazes no! If she could be
BEAUTY’S BEAST 81
steered into getting a parrot, or goldfish, "Get them yourself?” I asked, merely to
or even a pet gorilla it was okay by me. hear the sound of my own voice.
But I had no intention of spending my "I have secured everything in the shop
evenings gazing at the trees. So what if —personally,” answered the tall man.
this fellow was domineering? “You mean you captured all these
We walked between the long lines of things? Sort of a Frank Buck, aren’t you?”
cages. I stared curiously. There were dogs, “I bring them back alive.”
lots and lots of dogs. Chinese Chows, Peg giggled feebly as I squeezed her
Toys, Pekes; exotic little creatures with arm and we resumed our inspection. A
curiously bright eyes. That was funny. No moment later she grabbed me in the shad-
common western breeds. ows with a low scream.
"Imported?” I asked. "Here, now, don’t get so affectionate,”
“Yes, sir. All imported. I bring them I cautioned. “This is no place for—”
from the East. Fine blood. Some of the "Ooooh! Rats, take them away!”
best, sir.” “Merely white mice,” came the soft
voice at my side. "From Burma.
"Sacred in the temples, you understand,” ■
C AGES of birds; gilded, ornamental
cages with curiously-designed bars,
teakwood perches of oriental patterns.
continued our mentor. "Like that peacock
over there.” He gestured in the darkness.
"In fact, I might mention that all the ani-
They held canaries with bodies like golden,
mals in this shop are sacred to Eastern
living notes; finches and nightingales, scar-
mythology. The snakes, of course, and the
let humming-birds with peacock purple
Chows in China; the fish are worshipped in
crowns. And in larger grilled prisons were
Java and the Celebes, and the various birds
blood-beaked macaws, white cockatoos,
in Borneo and the Malay States. But I was
heavy-crested parrots with blinking eyes.
going to show you the monkeys.”
“Quite a collection,” I said.
“Why?” '
“From all over the world,” answered
the Hindu, softly. “From all over the "I ■ am sure the young lady here will be
world they come.” But he didn’t stop to more satisfied with a monkey. Such as—
expound further, didn’t offer to show us this one.”
anything. We passed a crystalline counter And he stopped before a row of cages
of fishbowls, passed the insane eyes of a at the back of the shop. Stooping, he
million wriggling exotics. And then Peg prodded the bars of a shadow-shielded
grabbed me in the gloom and I felt her crate. "Hanuman,” he whispered. “Hanu-
body trembling against mine. man.”
"Snakes!” she shuddered, in a voice “What?”
hard with loathing. “I call him Hanuman. After the sacred
From their pits the vipers swayed, the monkey-god of India,” came the voice. "A
cobras crawled, undulating in the evil glory temple monkey; tame, intelligent, and
of their poisonous beauty. Eyes bright as very hard to procure.”
Lucifer blazed upwards in the darkness, I began to wonder whether this Mardu,
and the air was filled with a sluggish rus- as his sign proclaimed him, was some kind
tling that sounded against my spine in lit- of nut. Sacred animals! I spotted a tortoise,
tle cold notes of horripilation. and a Siamese cat. Half-expected a croco-
“Beautiful, are they not?” murmured dile and a white elephant.
our guide. “In my country they worship "Hanuman,” called the Hindu. “Show
them. I had great trouble procuring these. thyself.”
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I stood there in the shadows, Peg at my when I saw you,” said the Hindu. "Yes,
side, and suddenly something clicked. I perfectly suited. You are in complete ac-
knew there was a screwy feeling in the air, cord.”
and now I placed my finger on it. "How much?” I barked.
It was too quiet. Utterly still. When you "To the lady? Ten dollars. A small
go into a pet shop the dogs bark, the par- sum, but they are so perfectly attuned, so
rots squawk, the birds screech, the mon- beautifully matched that—”
keys chatter. And here it was still. The "She isn’t going to marry the monkey,”
animals watched us as we passed, but did I interrupted. "Here’s your ten. Give us
not move. We had walked down a row of the monk and let’s get going.”
glittering eyes in the darkness, and there "It is done.” He stooped, opened the
wasn’t a sound. Something wrong. door of the cage. The monkey just
"What’s the matter?” I asked. “Is it crouched there. And then Mardu stooped
bedtime- in this menagerie?” and picked him up in slim, almond hands,
“No.” The Hindu smiled. "But my and held him for a moment against his
pets are all very well-trained. face. His long fingers stroked the beast’s
"Let me assure you, sir, of that. They fur in a hypnotically soothing caress. And
are well-trained animals. Temple beasts the Hindu whispered softly, unintelligibly,
__ are intelligent; they are bred with human in a strange tongue. The monkey seemed
backgrounds almost in their blood. And to nod, and it struck me so funny I let out
I have personally instructed every one. I a guffaw; whereupon Peg kicked me in the
know you will be satisfied with—ah, Han- shins.
uman. Show thyself to the lady, here. She Ah. Here you are. Treat Hanuman
might want to buy thee, little friend.” well; I have told him much of you. And
do not forget Mardu.
Peg took the monkey on her shoulder
T
HE blinds in the house on Park "I have really brought back something
Lane went down, a servant ap- worth while.” He paused to appreciate to
peared to sweep before the impos- the full the awed silence and respectful
ing dwelling secure in its little grove of waiting that greeted his words, his big blue
trees in London’s heart, and the bobby ob- eyes shining with pride, his thick-lipped
served that Brooks Altimer would be com- mouth curved in a slight, almost disdainful
ing home again. Indeed he was, with all smile. "Yes, I’ve done it; I’ve brought
the customary fanfare attending an ex- back an amulet from one of the forbidden
plorer of his prominence. Respectful no- shrines of Tibet. I believe you said I
tices appeared in the press, hints were wouldn’t be able to accomplish it, didn’t
gravely made about his latest discoveries, you, Norcross?”
and humor had it that this time, without Norcross leaned his tall body across the
fail, Brooks Altimer would be knighted by table and looked at the thing held care-
his king. lessly in Altimer’s hand. "I believe I did,”
"This time,” said Brooks Altimer to a he said. "My apology. I was wrong.” He
small group around his table that evening, fixed his sharp eyes on Altimer. "But
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how did you accomplish it? It must have then he came back to earth with a dis-
been difficult—very difficult.” turbing jar.
Altimer brushed aside the suggestion of The occasion of Altimer’s forgetting the
difficulty with the nonchalance of a prima pride-making attentions he had been re-
donna waving away her fiftieth bouquet ceiving was the delivery of a package. It
for the evening. "I suppose difficulty is a was a very small package from Tibet. Con-
relative term,” he said casually. "I had sumed by that impetuous curiosity which
a little, yes. But I wouldn’t have thought had always lain behind his great explora-
of it, if you hadn’t mentioned it. Un- tions, Altimer opened it at once. What
pleasantness, rather. I managed to bribe he found was not pleasant.
one of the priests and everything was made It was a shrunken human head.
easy for me, but unfortunately some old Close scrutiny revealed it as the head
fanatic came rushing out at me just as I of that one of the Tibetan priests whom
took the amulet from the shrine. I was Brooks Altimer had managed to bribe,
forced to deal harshly with him lest he making possible his acquisition of the am-
make an outcry, and had the misfortune ulet.
to cut off both his hands with the weapon He was properly alarmed. Not that he
I carried. I was in disguise, of course.” put any faith in those strange stories of
"He wasn’t another priest, then?” ancient powers possessed by the priests of
the old shrine in Tibet, but simply as a
matter of principle. He arranged to take
A LTIMER shrugged. "I doubt it, though
he did come from behind the shrine.”
lunch with Sir Linden Fledra, who had for-
gotten more about Tibet and the rest of
Norcross grimaced. "Both hands! Ugh! the ancient world than Brooks Altimer
Blighter bled to death, I suppose.” would ever know—though Altimer would
“I súpose he did,” replied Altimer with never have admitted such a thing even to
equanimity. “I lost no time in making himself. Even now, he sought advice only,
my escape.” and over the table casually told Sir Lin-
"With many maledictions upon you, no den about his amulet.
doubt,” said another member of the party.
Altimer laughed. "Oh, yes—there are “pILCHED it, eh?” said Fledra indeli-
always curses and such; one expects them.” -*- cately, his sharp old eyes fixed un-
He clapped his hands. "Now, then—to waveringly upon him.
port, gentlemen.” "You put it rather directly,” protested
Altimer’s amulet was duly photo- Altimer mildly.
graphed, pictures appeared in the press, "Only way to put it,” retorted Fledra
Altimer’s exploit was lauded and Altimer shortly. "And I’ll put it to you that you’d
was praised so fülsomely that he would better get it back just as soon as possible.
have been inflated to the limit had he not That head was as distinct a warning as you
already been in that state for several-years could have been given. What do you ex-
prior to his accession of the amulet. His pect them to do? Serve you with formal
cup was almost full; one of the London notice?”
society columnists linked his name with "I have no intention of restoring the
that of a very prominent young woman and amulet,” said Altimer.
stated that "a Certain Person had spoken Sir Linden Fledra snorted. "Then make
highly of Altimer’s amulet during tea in your will, Altimer. Pity you don’t have a
Buckingham Palace Gardens.” few more years in which to function. You
For ten days Altimer rode very high;
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might conceivably make a name for your- Down he went, well armed, and sidled
self.” up to the studio door which he opened
Altimer ignored this patent thrust. "Do noiselessly—only enough so that he might
I understand you to mean that you put any turn on the light. There was no one in the
stock in the so-called ancient powers of the room; the windows were locked, everything
Tibetan priests, Sir Linden?” was in order. He searched carefully, but
Fledra clucked. "Dear me, you seem to there was not a cranny in which anyone
me remarkably obtuse, Mr. Altimer. Cer- could hide, and presently he withdrew.
tainly I put stock in them; I've seen them Nevertheless, he was not quite satisfied,
at work. Remarkable! No, sir, you’ll be and stood uncertainly in the lower hall
well advised to take my advice, and hence- now. Within a minute, the scuttering be-
forth devote your time to something worth- gan again, the opening of drawers and
while, and not dubious peccadillos!” cabinet doors. Clearly it emanated from
Altimer held himself in only briefly. the studio. He pondered a quick invasion
When he got ready to go he delivered a of the studio, but reflected sensibly enough
fifty-line address to the effect that Sir Lin- that he had just completed such an entry.
den Fledra had grown into a pathetic old Despite a gathering of perspiration cold
dodderer. The old man cackled mirth- on his forehead, he pushed open the door
fully and rang for his servant to show Al- without turning on the light.
timer out. For a long minute he saw nothing, but
"A posthumous knighthood won’t do his eyes held to the patch of light visible
yuh much good, will it?” observed the old on the floor, dim light cast by the corner
man at parting. lamp, and presently his patience was re-
Despite his visible aplomb, Altimer was warded. Something scuttered across it,
disconcerted, and it was only by the most not one, but two. Rais! he thought. But
exacting discipline that he was able to put rats could hardly open drawers, and this
away all thought of his disagreeable ex- was going on again! He leaned weakly
periences with the package from Tibet and up against the door jamb and pondered a
old Sir Linden Fledra. He managed to strategic withdrawal.
invest his activities for the day with a cer- At that moment the invaders scuttered
tain sense of security, strong enough to across one edge of the parallelogram of
enable him to speak of old Fledra as "ail- light again. He saw them quite clearly.
ing, poor fellow!”
This sense of security lasted him less rpHEY were a pair of hands, chopped
than twenty-four hours. short at the wrists, running along on
In the night he awoke with the feel- fingertips! The long, thin fingers with their
ing that an intruder was in the house. He yellow color made stronger by the light
got up quietly; he was not entirely fear- from outside were too suggestive to lend
less, but he could deal with an ordinary themselves to any other explanation than
burglar. He listened. The sounds were that which occurred to Altimer.
unmistakable: drawers opening and shut- It took him every available ounce of self-.
ting, doors pulled away and quietly closed control to draw out of the studio, shut the
again, a scuttering sound which must have door, and get back to his own room. Care-
been of someone walking. He went out fully, if a little fatuously, he locked the
into the blackness of the upper hall and de- door and sat in the darkness pondering
termined that the sound came from his what to do next. Three possible explana-
studio. tions occurred to him at once: he had
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been having an optical illusion, his imagi- "What is death, after all, my dear fel-
nation overwrought; he had been pre-dis- low? There’s an avenue to be explored.
posed to expect something like this by Sir You might try to get through to me after
Linden Fledra; or there was after all some- you cross over.”
thing to those stories of ancient powers "Or you to me,” said Altimer.
possessed by the guardians of the Tibetan "Oh, I-think I’ll hang on a bit yet,” ob-
shrine. Naturally, he was less disposed to served Fledra. "You might, too, if you
accept the third explanation than either of got that amulet back to Tibet.” He shook
the other two. his head a little fretfully. "Though I’m
Still, Sir Linden had said nothing about afraid, very much afraid, that it’s too late.
the priest’s hands, and there was certainly Where is the amulet, by the way?”
nothing in his own mind about the unfor- "I have it well hidden at home. This
tunate beggar who had striven at the loss afternoon I’ll give it to the British Mu-
of his life to protect the sacred amulet. seum, where it belongs.”
This thought was not comforting. He Sir Linden Fledra shook his head and
dressed quietly in the dark, and went out muttered under his breath. He showed
of the house to spend the rest of the night Altimer out with an almost tender solici-
at his club. tude, and it was clear in the way he gazed
Despite his antipathy for the old man, at him that he did not think he would ever
Altimer went to see Sir Linden Fledra once see Altimer again.
again in the morning. The old man greeted Altimer made almost indecent haste to
him with that surprised air of someone see- bestow the amulet upon the British Mu-
ing alive an old acquaintance long thought seum, not, of course, being so impractical
dead; it was not a reassuring greeting. He as to forget notifying the press, so that
seemed, in any event, to have completely credit might go where it was due, and a
forgotten Altimer’s insolence on the occa- Certain Person might have additional evi-
sion of his previous visit, and sat to listen dence of Altimer’s worth to the Crown.
gravely to what he had to say. The press was wonderful: pictures of Al-
Altimer told him all, not forgetting to timer, the amulet, the case where it would
mention his suspicion of hallucination, in- repose—His Majesty could hardly refuse
digestion, and possibly suggestion. He knighthood to a man like Altimer!
looked hard at Fledra when he said this, Naturally, Altimer was well satisfied
but the old man seemed entirely preoccu- with himself. He had foiled whatever it
pied. was searching for the amulet in his Park
"Well, I suppose they’ve begun to look Lane home on the previous night, and had
for the amulet,” he said presently. "I dare- gained added prestige in so doing.
say the old priest you killed was the shrine’s Altimer’s amulet, however, was destined
real guardian; so it would be his job.” to remain in the press for at least another
"But, of course, he’s dead,” said Altimer twenty-four hours. So was Altimer, though
with a little smile. not in a way he would have appreciated.
"Yes, yes,” nodded Fledra. "You see, As a matter of record, Altimer saw none
it would be much easier for him then.” of the columns, though in time no doubt
His grin was gargoylesque. he might have been as proud of the mystery
Altimer tried again. “You’re suggest- of Altimer’s amulet as he had been of his
ing, of course, that they have power to acquisition of it. Nevertheless, he knew
transcend space and time — and even of it.
death?” . He was awakened from sleep that night
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by a call from the Metropolitan police. A darkness. An instant later, two dark things
divisional inspector was on his way out; scurried across the lamplight’s glow on the
would Mr. Altimer be prepared to receive street, and vanished into his own grounds.
him? The amulet given to the British
S
Museum had that night, less than a quar- OMETHING like rats!
ter of an hour ago, been removed from Altimer backed away from the win-
the case where it had been placed. dow. Good God! this thing is driving me
"Good God!” exclaimed Altimer. "Who out of my mind! he thought.
could have taken it? It has no great com- In a moment more he was beyond even
mercial value!” this. There was a rustling sound along the
"That’s the mystery, sir. It vanished al- side of his house, and on the window-sill
most before the watchman’s eyes. He’s appeared two long-fingered yellow hands,
hardly coherent, since he saw no one—only one of which carefully deposited Altimer’s
something he described as rats. Of course, amulet on the sill before it joined the other.
he’s upset. Inspector Warborn will be They scuttered off the sill, across the
right out.” floor, directly to where Altimer stood, fear-
Altimer got up, put on his dressing struck, watching them. When he felt them
gown, and went downstairs to the studio.on his legs, Altimer screamed once, hoarse-
The night was warm; he put on a dim ly, but, of course, his servants slept too
light, ascertained that whiskey and soda soundly to. hear it, and before he could
were on the sideboard, and opened the scream again, the hands had found his
window a little, so that the gentle east wind throat.
might invade the room. The hum of the Inspector Warborn discovered Altimer.
city’s heart rose from outside and made it- He had been strangled. "Someone with
self manifest in the room. He could not long nails,” said the coroner soberly. "Pos-
get the police call out of his mind. , sibly an Oriental after that amulet!”
"Something he described as rats!” He The press was superb. Altimer would
shuddered and contemplated the visit of have reveled in it. And he got a word from
Inspector Warborn almost with relief. his king. The same busy columnist who
The inspector, however, was too long had before reported Altimer’s prominence
in coming. At this moment, while he was wrote that "A Certain Person had men-
hurrying along in a police car, Altimer tioned the late Brooks Altimer and asked
stood at the window looking out into the who he was and why he had taken the
street. amulet.”
A bobby passed under the yellow Sir Linden Fledra wrote Altimer’s obitu-
pool of lamplight and strode off into the ary in ten lines and sent a wreath.
"A single scarlet word burned in
her brain ... witchcraft!"—a
mediaeval novelette of passión
and sorcery.
S
OME of this I saw myself, some of instead of "to Camp Dix” when the A. E. F.
it was told me, some of it I recon- was broken up. Jerry had taken his defeat
structed, adding scrap to scrap, as a philosophically and our principal duty at
paleontologist reconstructs a brontosaur the time was to prevent fraternization be-
from fossil fragments salvaged from Juras- tween our men and our late enemies of the
sic silt. feminine gender. Periodically a brasshat
I was serving with the Army of Occupa- came down from Ehrenbreitstein to lecture
tion, attached to the M. P., since I was one us on this. “G-I and all the folks back
of those whose orders read "to Coblenz” home are greatly concerned,” he’d tell us
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Such Things By SEABURY QUINN
with the smock-faced smugness of a staff two wives at home and ardent court to a
man laying down the law to the line. blonde little English girl with buck teeth
"Think what it would mean to patriotic and a silly simper who drove a car for
American mothers if their boys came home British headquarters up at Cologne.
with enemy wives—” Accordingly, duty rested lightly on us.
"Listen at the big lug!” muttered Fon- On our own initiative we interpreted the
tenoy apKern, the battalion adjutant. "As order against fraternizing to mean we were
if all wives ain’t enemies!” apKern should to keep the boys from too great intimacy
have known. He was paying alimony to with Coblenz maidens noted more for care-
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free spirits than attention to decorum, and life-sized crucifix ran what remained of an
let ’em go as far as they liked with legiti- inscription, "—ORATE PRO EJS.”
mate love-making. Even the brigadier ad- That puzzled me. I knew the Latin of
mitted we were wise in this, since keepingthe Medieval Schoolmen was not like that
billeted soldiers from philandering is about I had grappled with ,at Erasmus Hall High
as feasible as King Canute’s attempt to School, but. . . Understanding dawned on
order back the rising tide. me at last. J and I were interchangeable
It was the twenty-third of June—Mid- in the Middle Ages, Germanic peoples
summer’s Eve—though the date meant favoring the J, and Latins using I. Who-
nothing to me then, and I was off duty.ever chiseled that inscription must have
With nothing to do for a blessed twenty- been a German, and chose J. That would
four hours I’d rummaged through the old make the last word read "eis”—them—so
part of the city, looked in at the thirteenth the remnant of the legend begged the
century basilica of Saint Castor, crossed the passer-by to "pray for them.”
famous Bridge of Boats and found myself This too was unusual. Such petitions
in open country, my head pleasantly empty usually appeared on family monuments,
of intention, my throat exceedingly recep- not on wayside Calvaries. Who, I won-
tive to a draught of liebfrauenmilch, ordered, were "they”? But even as I puzzled
_ beer, if nothing better offered. over the inscription I was vaguely conscious
I must have walked four or five miles, of another anomoly. These Medieval road-
for the slate-gray roofs of Coblenz shim- side shrines were placed along the high-
mered with an almost silvery luster in theway, not at crossroads, for at the junction
brilliant summer sunlight as I looked down of two roads the witches gathered to mount
on them, when I came upon the Calvary.broomsticks and fly screaming to the sabbat,
Time-mattered and overlaid with moss un- suicides were buried at such places with
til the original drab of its granite was stakes driven through their hearts; evil
hardly perceptible, it stood beside the high- spirits made crossroads their rendezvous.
way where die remnant of a Roman road, Yet it was certainly a crossroads, and cer-
now scarcely more than a cart-track, cut tainly a shrine stood there.
across it, a mute reminder of the old faith Beyond the hedge of hornbeam, once
in the very heart of Rhenish Prussia. The neatly clipped but now almost as ruinous
sculptor, probably some pious friar, had cutas the old road sprawling past it, I saw
life, or, more precisely, death—-into the the ivy-mantled relic of a gray-stone tower
cold stone. The corpus fairly writhed uponwith what looked like a cottage roof be-
the road; tense, straining muscles stood but side it. And with the sight I realized I
on the arms and legs and torso, the corded had walked a long way, that I’d eaten noth-
throat seemed overfilled with groans of ing since my early breakfast at the Mono-
torment, the brow beneath the plaited pole, and that I was hungry as a pike and
crown of thorns was knotted and bedewed thirsty as a sandbank. Perhaps the care-
with the cold sweat of the death-agony. taker would sell me luncheon. Poverty
Curiously, whether because of minute par- was pressing hard on Fritz those days and
ticles of mica in the stone or for some other a little American money would seem like a
reason, the slanting sunrays struck a sortfortune to the average peasant.
of half-dulled brightness from the upright
i(
of the cross behind the up-thrown, tortured A ND now, if the Herr Leutnant has
head, giving the effect of an illusive halo. completed his repast, he would like
Across the plinth supporting the almost to see the ruins, nicht wahr?”
THERE ARE SUCH THINGS 99
The "Herr Leutnant” had finished his duty to investigate. For the first time since
repast, and very good he’d found it. Boiled I’d left Coblenz I was thankful that I’d
fowl with dumpling, potatoes fried with worn my belt and gun.
just sufficient onion to make them perfect, "Take me to that chapel and no monkey
great slabs of rich black bread with fresh business,” I commanded sharply, snapping
sweet butter, and an apfelstrudel worthy back the flap of my holster. "Go on, get
of a king. Apfelstrudel you must know is going; shake it up!”
cake made from dough that has been "fawohl!” he answered scarcely audible,
stretched and beaten to a paper-thinness, shrugging his stooped shoulders as he led
then rolled around a core of spiced sliced the way across the weed-grown flower gar-
apple, and is the only thing in the world dens. There was no need to draw my
that outranks a New England apple pie. pistol. For generations he and his kind
There had been no wine—worse luck— had taken orders unquestioningly from
but the bier was all that could have been men in uniform. "The Herr Leutnant need
desired. not vex himself. I will show the chapel
The ruins weren’t very interesting. The to him, but”—I could see a shiver ripple
outer walls had fallen long ago, taking through his fat form as he spoke—"it
five of the six watchtowers with them, and holds no interest for the visitor.”
the keep was just a square stone building
with small windows and no roof. The
moat was overgrown with water-hyacinth,
and the terraced flower beds were choked
T HE chapel of the Hohenneitschiitz fam-
ily lay unroofed and open to its God.
with weeds. Still, the old fellow had Grass had grown between the flagstones of
seemed so anxious to show me the place— the floor, the painted glass had long since
his dankerschons were almost overwhelm- disappeared from the stone mullions of the
ing when I handed him a dollar—that I slim high Gothic windows. Carven in the
thought I might as well humor him. We’d walls were epitaphs in monkish Latin
made the round, and were back where we which I didn’t bother trying to translate, .
started when, "What’s that little building each with its wreath of coats of arms about
over there?” I asked, pointing to an un- it, for the Hohenneitschiitz were related to
roofed structure just outside the rim of the almost every noble family in the empire.
old ruined wall. The sun was slanting toward the horizon
Something furtive came into my guide’s and shadows filled the roofless chapel as
china-blue eyes. He licked his lips and cool wine might fill a cup. The altar, white
looked away, his mouth moved once or stone, much discolored by the elements,
twice, but no words came from it. Finally: took up most of the east wall. Above it
"Na, na, it’s nothing, Herr Leutnant, just was a basalt, lustrous black crucifix, almost
the chapel of the Hohenneitschiitz. There man’s-size, at each end were the bronze
is nothing there to interest you—” standards where in ancient days the eucha-
"No?” I broke in. "Let’s have a look ristic candles burned. I wondered as I
at it.” The man, for all his affability, was looked at those discolored green-bronze
after all an enemy and I was an alien candlesticks carved with saints and birds
soldier in conquered territory, and a mili- and stiff, unearthly-looking flowers, how
tary policeman in the bargain. If there long it had been since the scarlet-orange
was something he particularly did not want flame had bloomed above them at the tips
me to see—and quite obviously he did not of white, long, scented tapers, how long
want me to inspect the chapel—it was my since the pungent tang of incense rose
’before the altar where the tabernacle stood
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and a tonsured priest had ended service above his breast as if in prayer. I glanced
with his "lie, missa est.” down at his steel-shod feet. They should
A quick reconnaissance almost convinced have rested on a dog or lion or some
me there was no place where a mouse could heraldic animal, or possibly upon a cush-
find an ambush in the chapel or a cache of ion, but to my utter surprise I saw that a
arms be hidden, yet the man’s apparent goose was nestled close against them, squat-
frightened, furtive manner and his anxiety ting complacently, feet tucked up beneath
to be rid of me struck a warning tocsin in her, neck bent in a graceful curve to let
my mind. “Who’s this?” I asked as with her head rest on one shoulder, quite as if
elaborate unconcern I walked across the she’d waddled in and found the time and
chapel pavement, testing each stone for a place propitious for depositing an egg.
hollow ring, and paused beside the tomb Had this been some young scapegrace
that filled the space between the altar and fool? I wondered. And had the Medieval
the north wall on the Gospel side. "Care- sculptor taken this sly way of telling future
ful, feller, watch it—keep your eye on generations of the young knight’s follies?
him,” that inward voice was warning as I "Who was he?” I demanded of the care-
circled round the tomb. The peasant’s taker.
florid round face had gone visibly paler, "Herr Leutnant, I cannot read the in-
•the fat hand winding in the watch-chain scription,” he lied shamelessly. "My eyes
of plaited human hair cabled across his are bad, the light is poor, the Latin let-
bulging waistcoat had stopped still, he ters—”
drew his breath in so sharply that it seemed I was bending forward while he spoke,
like a sob. deciphering the legend on the stone coffin.
"Na, na, Herr Leutnant," he responded, He might have told the truth, at that, I
almost sobbing with anxiety, "he was no thought a moment later, for the letters had
one—nothing—nobody. Come, let us go filled up with lichen till they were barely
if the Herr Leutnant has seen all he visible, and round them the stone had dis-
wishes—” colored till they scarcely showed against it.
“Shut up!” I cut him off. "I’ll tell you Still, I could descry a few dark lines of
when I’m ready; meantime, keep your dis- lettering, "—Junker Gustavus von Hohen-
tance, or—” The gun half-drawn from my neitschütz und—orate pro ejs—” There it
holster put pungency in the unspoken was again, that "Pray ye for them.” First
threat, and while the little fat man fairly it had appeared upon a wayside Calvary,
writhed with what seemed like acknowl- where it had no business being, now it was
edgment to me, I bent closer to inspect on an individual tomb. Not pray for him,
the monument. but pray for them.
Unlike the Calvary which had stopped "Is there more than one body interred
me on the highway this piece of sculpture here?” I asked the peasant.
was entirely ordinary. The figure ■ lying His reaction to the question was astound-
supine on the stone sarcophagus was a ing. He was a Prussian of the Prussians,
young man dressed in light plate armor, round-faced, blue-eyed, fair-skinned. And
of the middle fifteenth century I judged doubtless a good Lutheran, too. But as I
by the graceful flutings and ridges on the shot the harmless question at him he raised
cuirass and epauliéres. He was unhelmeted, his right hand and crossed himself.
and long hair curled about his ears and un- "Nein, nein, mein Leutnant, he alone
derneath his neck. According to the cus- is buried there—Gott sei dank!—but he
tom of the time his hands were joined was very wicked, very foolish, very head-
THERE ARE SUCH THINGS 101
strong, and now he bears a dreadful pen- and three feet high. What was to prevent
alty!” He looked across his shoulder at the arms being stored there? Rifles for a full
shadows which were reaching out along platoon could be hidden in it, or three or
the chapel pavement with the coming of four dismounted machine guns. Tildenson
sunset, and I saw the sweat break out upon of the Intelligence had told me of a plot
his forehead. "Come, let us go, if you will the M. P.’s nipped in half-bud down at
be so gracious, Herr Leutnant, for the sun Treves. They’d found guns and ammuni-
is setting quickly, and it is the eve of Saint tion and about a half ton of "potato
John—” masher” hand grenades hidden in a ceme-
There was no mistaking the genuineness tery there—why not in the Hohenneit-
of his terror. His face was fairly quivering, schiitz family tombs up there? Perhaps it
his jaws hung like the dewlaps of a hound, had been fear of ghosts that made that
his eyes were round and dilated, and his little Heinie so jumpy—and perhaps it had
mouth began to twist convulsively while been fear I’d run across their arms-cache.
spittle drooled from its corners. "Come, He’d certainly tried his best to keep me
for gracious heaven’s sake, Herr Leutnant,” from the chapel when I wanted to look'
he besought me. "It is the eve of Saint at it, and it had been broad daylight then.
John’s Day, and with the coming of the What to do? Go down to Coblenz, pick
darkness they have sway upon the earth!” up a squad and come back to make a search
So that was it. The superstitious fool —and find they’d taken fright and moved
was scared of ghosts and witches and the stuff while I was seeking reinforce-
wanted to be safely away from the Hohen- ments? No, that plan was out.
neitschiitz’ family mausoleum before sun- I took my gun out and looked at it.
down. "All right,” I relented, shoving my There were five shots in the cylinder. That
gun back into its holster, "run along, but would be enough to stop ’em unless they
mind the curfew. If you’re caught out were too strong. If they were—"What are
after eight o’clock something worse than you waiting for?” I asked myself. "D’ye
ghosts will get you, Fritz.” want to live forever? Get back there and .
"Worse than ghosts, Herr Leutnant?” take cover in the chapel. If it’s all right
he repeated blankly. you’ll have done no harm; if Jerry’s plan-
"You said it, old scout. American ning something it’s up to you to put a stop
M. P.’s.” to it before it starts, ’¿out face, forward
march!”
H
Kicking my way through the hedge of
' ALF a mile down the road I paused hornbeam I made a circle of the castle keep,
and did the last twenty yards to the chapel
irresolute. Saint John’s Eye was a in approved skirmish order, wriggling
famous gathering-time for witches, I knew, quietly between the weeds that waved
a night when all the powers of evil held waist-high from the flower beds, finally
high carnival and the unquiet spirits of the dashing through the door and sprinting up
earthbound dead came forth to wreak their the aisle to find a point of vantage in the
spite on anyone unfortunate enough to angle of the wall beside the altar. Here I
cross their path. A superstitious peasant was in dense shadow and protected by the
might well have dreaded being found away stone walls on each side. No one could
from home at sunset, but— sneak up on me, I could see anything big-
I’d given young Gustav von Hohenneit- ger than a rat that crossed the threshold,
schiitz’ coffin a light kick, and it had and, which pleased me most of all, had an
sounded hollow as a kettle-drum. Six feet
long and more it was, by three feet wide
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unobstructed view of the Junker Gustav’s upon a frosty night, was rising from the
tomb. statue’s graven lips, fanning out in a slim
The sunset light had vanished now, and cone, then hanging lazily in midair.
blue-purple shadows slipped across the I felt a sudden chill go rippling down
chapel floor. Looking through a trefoil my spine, one of those causeless fits of
window in the farther wall I saw a star nervous cold which, occurring independ-
come out, a mere pin-prick of golden glow ently of outside stimuli, make us say,
against the lilac of the evening sky. Pres- "someone’s walking on my grave.” It
ently, I knew, the moon would be up, and wasn’t easy to breathe, and there was a
the bars of light that pierced the glassless curiously unpleasant feeling in the region
windows would make it bright enough for of my stomach. It was Midsummer Eve—
me to shoot with some accuracy. Till then the caretaker had warned me about ghosts
I’d have to watch myself. Five bullets —"Steady on!” I brought myself out of
weren’t a lot, even if I could make every the mental nose-dive. "You know there
one count, and I’d no idea how many there aren’t such things. Jerry’s trying to pull a
would be in the party. fast one—”
I didn’t feel heroic crouching there The humid summer heat seemed giving
against the wall. I felt uncomfortable and way to a chill which affected the soul as
foolish. If I’d only had the sense to go well as the body, a dull, hard, biting cold
to Coblenz for a detail—we could have suggestive of the limitless eternities of
commandeered a car and gotten back in frozen interstellar space. The little hali-
half an hour—but no, I had to be a blasted tous white cloud swung motionless above
hero, taking on a whole uprising single- the carved stone face, then gently, as
handed. Had I fallen from my high chair though wafted by a breeze, it eddied slowly
and lit upon my head in infancy? I won- toward the altar, hung still a moment, then
dered while my muscles cramped and gradually spread out like a smoke-screen
stiffened in the evening chill and every laid down by an airplane, a drifting, gent-
breath of breeze set branches swaying to ly-billowing curtain which obscured the
throw shadows in the doorway, shadows sanctuary from my gaze.
that looked suspiciously like men with
rifles in their hands—and I had only a re-
volver with five bullets in it.
My vigil wavered from the chapel door A HORRIFYING thought took hold of
me. Gas! In some way they had set
a moment, for as one may not quite see, a cylinder of phosgene in the tomb, re-
yet dimly perceive, an object from the Cor- leased it through a hidden vent in the
ner of his eye while looking elsewhere, I statue, and were filling the place with it.
was aware of something moving by the Crawling like a snake over the flagstone
tomb of Gustav Hohenneitschütz. My eyes floor I wriggled from the corner by the al-
and gun swung simultaneously toward the tar, making for the doorless portal of the
sepulchre. "That’s it, eh?” the thought chapel. There would be air-currents there;
flamed through my mind. I’d heard of their pressure would drive back the gas—
secret passages with tombs for outlets, now, I looked across my shoulder as I neared
it seemed, I was about to see— the doorway. They might be coming out
“What?” the question fairly jumped now; I didn’t want to take any chance of
from my lips, forced out by sudden pres- being shot at as my silhouette showed in
sure of surprise. Something like a vapor, the archway’s faint light.
tenuous and half-seen as a puff of breath The gas-doud still hung like a curtain
before the altar, but in it I could see faint
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points of bluish light, mere tiny specks of Ghosts cast no shadows; I’d heard that
phosphorescence scintillating in the gently- since my infancy.
wavering vapor. I flattened to the pave- The man stood nearest me, and I could
ment and lay watching, gun in readiness. see the narrow corded edge of gold that
They had tried to gas me, and lost the first trimmed his wine-red velvet doublet and
trick. Now— the collar of scrolled gold about his neck.
Gradually, but with quickening tempo, A sword with a jeweled pommel hung
the little points of light were multiplying belted in a velvet scabbard at his left side.
till they floated like a maze of dancing His hair was long and fair, curled under
midges, spinning luminantly till they at the ends where it swept his shoulders.
seemed to merge and coalesce and form His face was turned away from me, but in
small nebulae as large as glowing cigarette the way he stood, in the way he held his
ends, but burning all the while with an head and shoulders, I seemed to see some-
intense, blue eerie light. It was as if, in thing vaguely familiar.
place of the gas-screen, the chapel had been The woman standing at his left was
cut in half by a curtain of solid, opaque partly turned toward me. She was dark
moonlight. and vibrant, with small, sharp, clear-cut
The little light-points changed from features, her hair was very black and shone
spinning to a slowly weaving motion. The with almost blue lights in the candle-rays.
luminous curtain seemed breaking up, fall- She wore it plaited in two long, full braids
ing into a pattern of highlights and shad- that swept across her shoulders and hung
ows. almost to her knees in front. Upon her
A picture, as when the acid etches head was a small cap of silver netting
deeply in the copper of a half-tone plate, thickly set with seed-peatls, her gown was
was taking form before my eyes. shimmering white silk and clung as closely
Candles once more glowed in the bronze as a sheath to her slim figure, a belt of
standards on the altar, their pointed, orange silver plates was clasped about her waist
flames made small breeze-raveled stains
against the darkness. The altar itself had
been bleached from dirty, time-stained gray
to spotless whiteness. I could read the
legend, "Sanctvs, Sanctvs, Sanctvs” cut
O DDLY, though the priest’s lips moved,
I heard no'words. It was like looking
at a scene through a sound-proof glass
across the chamfered slab that formed its screen, or watching the swift action of a si-
top. In the honey-pale glow of the candles lent motion picture.
I descried a priest, a barefoot, tonsured But I could fit the words to the action.
monk in alb and stole who faced a man It was a wedding ceremony that I watched,
and woman standing at the lowest of the and from the places where the parties stood
three steps leading to the altar. I guessed the priest was asking, as the
These were no shades, no pale, anemic canon required, if anyone could show just
ghosts. Each of them was plain and clear- cause why he should not unite the man and
cut and distinct. I could see the gleam of woman in the bonds of matrimony. From
light reflected from the gilt fringe of the groom and bride the celebrant inquired,
priest’s stole, make out every detail of the "—I do solemnly require and charge ye
man’s and woman’s costumes, and—which both—”
settled it—descry the shadows which they Something skittered past me up the
etched against the little pool of brightness chapel aisle. It might have been a wind-
spilled down by the flickering candles. blown leaf, so lightly did it scuff along the
flagstones, but—it wasn’t. It was a girl,
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young, slender, lovely as a flower nodding them as those of the stone face of the
on its stalk, or— statue that stretched supine on the Junker
There was something odd—unnatural Gustav Hohenneitschiitz’ tomb with hands
—about her. I could make her features joined palm to palm as if in prayer. Con-
out, her clear-cut, small, sweet features, the sternation glazed his eyes, his skin seemed
mistiness of the dark hair that rippled wrinkling as with sudden frostbite. It was
down each side her face and swept across not merely fright that held him paralyzed,
her shoulders. I could see distinctly that it was terror multiplied by horror, with
she wore a one-piece smock of blue linen sheer panic added to it. "Du?—Thou?’’
with a hempen girdle bound about its waist the word jerked from him. "Ach, mein
and that her arms and feet were bare, but Gott—”
also I could see through her. She dulled
but did not hide the candles’ light as she
stood between them and me. Dimly, as
through a fog, I saw the outlines of the
T HE specter made no answer, but from
her waist she took the double-twisted
white altar behind her; as she stood full in hempen rope that served her for a girdle,
the candle-rays I saw she cast no shadows. wrapped its loose ends about her wrist and
She stretched her empty hands appeal- swung it like a scourge.
' ingly to the priest. Something had hurt Blow after blow she reined upon the
them, they were crushed and bloody, drops cowering man, striking his face, his shoul-
of red welled from her finger-tips and fell ders, his neck. He cringed and crouched
down with a slow dribble to the flagstones. beneath the flailing lash, holding up his
For a minute—or an hour, or eternity, hands to guard his face, dropping them
I couldn’t say, for all time seemed sus- again as the whip bit into his neck, grovel-
pended—they stood stone-still in a tense ing beneath the flogging like a beaten cur.
tableau, the priest about to say his office, The maimed ghost-woman pointed with
the bride and bridegroom, and the visi- one bloody hand. The trembling, shud-
tant. dering man obeyed the gesture, and slowly,
Then I saw the bride’s mouth square in as though unable to hasten, he walked down
a shrill scream of terror, saw her waver the aisle and out into the moonfilled ruin
like a reed hit by a blast of furious wind of the castle garden. Step for step she
and fall full length upon the altar steps. matched his tortured march, striking mer-
The tonsured priest stepped back and raised cilessly as she flogged him round the angle
his hands as if to ward off physical assault, of the chapel wall. Amazingly, there was
then, brought to halt against the table of no look of anger, hatred or vindictiveness
the altar, made the sign of the cross and in her still face. It was quiet and immobile,
spoke in hurrying, gabbling Latin. No skill almost void of expression as were the
in lip-reading was required to tell the features of those wooden Indians with
words he said: "—te conjuro—ad'locum which tobacconists once advertised their
tuum!—I conjure thee, return to thine own wares. Almost, but not quite. From her
place!” set and staring eyes great tears ran slowly,
I saw the bridegroom’s fingers crawl up coursing down her bloodless cheeks in one
to his throat. His lips drew back, his teeth another’s tracks. She didn’t sob or cry or
showed white and hard as they ground on wail, but drop on shining drop the great,
each other. There was less color in his slow tears slipped down her face.
cheeks than in the face of a corpse. Dis- I waited breathlessly. Would she— Be-
torted as his features were I recognized fore I framed the question in my mind I
had its answer. She was driving him around
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the building in a never-ceasing circle, lash- not dreamed; that what I’d seen had been
ing, scourging, beating him without sur-no dream-bound vision of a sleeping man,
cease or mercy. but something terrible, inexorable and
Again it seemed that.time hung in abey- tragic. "He was wicked, foolish, head-
ance. How long the beater and the beatenstrong, now he bears a dreadful penalty!”
trod their dreadful via Dolorosa I had nothe caretaker had said of the Junker Gus-
idea. I do know that it seemed an age be- tav Hohenneitschiitz.
fore I heard the far-off crowing of a cock Why? I wondered as I tramped along
and, fainter still, but silver-sweet in the the road to Coblenz. Who was he and what
cool summer morning air, the echo of our was his crime? Where did the peasant girl
bugles sounding reveille in Coblenz. fit in? Why did she scourge his tortured
The beaten man turned in his path andghost around the chapel from the fall of
ran into the chapel, paused to genuflect dusk till cock-crow, and, most of all I won-
before the altar, staggered drunkenly acrossdered, why did she embrace him when the
the flagstones to the tomb and fell across it. terrible ordeal was done?
For a long, shuddering moment he lay
there, his arms outstretched across the“TJI, LUG!” apKern called to me as I
graven image of himself, then raised his J-J- sat in the lobby of the Monopole
swollen, lash-bruised face. I noticed withdigesting a so-so dinner and wondering
a start there was no trace of priest or bride what was happening in Brooklyn right
left in the sanctuary. then. The Dodgers would be playing out
The woman dropped her scourge and at Ebbets Field, and—
took the young man’s cheeks between her "Hullo yourself,” I answered none too
crushed and mangled hands. For just a cordially. apKern had recently been trans-
moment she stood thus, then bent and ferred to the Office of Civil Affairs where
pressed a kiss upon his bloody, swollen there was more to do than at the provost
lips. Her loosened hair fell round their marshal’s, and as a result both his leaves
faces, hiding them from me as with a cloak, and his attentions to the little buck-toothed -
and I turned my eyes away. Dreadful as British girl at Cologne had been curtailed.
the agony of scourging was, this kiss—this I had troubles of my own and didn’t want
embrace of renunciation and farewell—to spend an evening listening to his griev-
seemed infinitely more so. ances, but his next words made me move
The sky was brightening swiftly. In aover and make a place for him beside me
branch a sleepy bird awoke and scolded on the lounge:
musically. I turned again toward the "I think I know somebody who can shed
chapel. It was empty. On its bed of weath-some light on the mystery of the haunted
ered stone the statue of the Junker Gustav chapel you’ve been deviling everyone about
Hohenneitschiitz lay with folded hands im- these last two weeks.”
ploring mercy. The fragment of his epi- His accusation wasn’t accurate. I wasn’t
taph still showed against the moss-discol- going to be fool enough to tell them I’d
ored granite, "—orate pro ejs—pray forseen ghosts at Castle Hohenneitschiitz—
them,” but of ghostly knight and ghostly they’d have me up before the psychiatrist
peasant maid, of spectral priest and phan- so fast my head would swim, and the best
tom bride there was no sign nor trace. thing I could hope for was a discharge for
"Lord, what a nightmare that was!” I mental disability if I let that story out—but
exclaimed. I had made inquiries about the Hohenneit-
But even as I said it I knew that I had schiitz legend, and probably had been a
106 WEIRD TALES
nuisance with my questions. "Who is it?” paid, I felt, as I watched while he tamped
I demanded, tendering him my cigarette long-cut in his china pipe and set it glow-
case. apKern was chronically just out of ing like a little furnace.
cigarettes. I knew he’d stay with me as But virtue was not to be its reward alone
long as mine held out. that time. "Ach, yes,” he answered in his
"Cove from the Benedictine convent oddly thick English, "those Hohenneit-
down by the Castor Platz, sort o’ sub-prior schütz, I know him—as who does not
or something, named Brother Ambrose. He around these parts? He was a very wicked
comes into the O.C.A. ’bout every ten days, family, false to his vows of knighthood,
and the other day I got to talkin’ with him. false to his plighted word, false to every-
Seems like the Night-Shirt family’s chapel thing. But ah, Herr Leutnant, he has paid
was supplied by Benedictine fraters in the a dreadful penalty! On each Midsummer
Middle Ages, and most of their old rec- Eve—”
ords are down in his convent library. He "I know,” I shot the interruption at him.
wasn’t very talkative. Said there- was a "I was in the chapel of the Hohenneit-
curse on ’em, and that there chapel is an schütz on Midsummer Eve.”
evil place, ’specially on Midsummer Eve.” If I had suddenly announced that I was
He gave me an appraising look. "That Mephistopheles, or Martin Luther’s shade,
would have been about the time you visited he could not have been taken more com-
' the ruins, wouldn’t it?” pletely aback. "You—the Herr Leutnant
I nodded. “And—” I prompted, as he was in that devil-ridden, accursed place on
took a second cigarette, but made no move Saint John’s Eve?” he faltered. "Did you
to continue his narrative. ■—did the Herr Leutnant see—”
"Well, that’s about all, I guess. This "Natñrlich. I saw the priest and bride
Brother Ambrose feller seems to have the and bridegroom, I saw the peasant maiden’s
dope on the old chapel, so, if you’d like, ghost when she came in to stop the wed-
I’ll make a date for you to visit him next ding; I saw her scourge him from the altar
time he comes in. He’s due tomorrow or and around the chapel—”
the next day to get his fuel order renewed.” "Heilige Maria!” the little frater blessed
"apKern,” I asked, "how would you himself fearfully. "Then it is truly true;
like a nice, long brandy-soda?” Two min- it is not merely legend—there are such
utes later we were in the bar and I was things!”
ordering, "Zewi branntwein.” "It’s true enough,” I answered grimly.
"I wasn’t asleep and I wasn’t drunk that
night. On the contrary I was very wide
NE doesn’t bribe a frater of the Order awake and alert, expecting—I broke off
O of Saint Benedict, but I did something lamely. After all, it was hardly courteous
very like it when I called at the old convent to tell him that I’d been on the lookout for
by the Castor Platz two days later. Tobacco some of his countrymen, expecting to be
was at a premium in Germany those days, wiped out but resolved to take a few of
and I’d stopped at the Q.M. for a big tin them along for company. “It seemed to
of Prince Albert on the off chance that me that I was witnessing the reenactment
Brother Ambrose, like most of his country- of a scene from one of those old tragic
men, was addicted to pipe-smoking. The dramas,” I completed. "I’ve heard it said
smile that lit the little cleric’s face when I there is a theory that stones and wood and
presented him with the gift was a reward similar insensate matter have power to ab-
all by itself. Even if he knew nothing sorb vibrations from human beings labor-
about the Hohenneitschütz curse, I was re-
THERE ARE SUCH THINGS 107
ing under great emotion, and give them off sand men, five hundred arcubalists and
again, like tableaux vivants, when a per- enough arrows to supply them for a
son emotionally attuned to them comes month-long seige, it was certainly not help-
near. I was very much keyed up that ful in determining the reason for the family
night, and possibly that would explain why curse. Also, though he had written Eng-
I perceived that scene, but why should it lish in a lovely, clerkly hand which was
be there to see? Do you know the history almost wholly undecipherable, he had been
of the Hohenneitschütz legend—or should thinking in German, with the result that
I say their curse? Can you explain what his nouns and pronouns bunched at the
that scene meant?” beginning of his sentences, the adjectives
He bowed his head in silence a moment, were strung along the middle, and the
pulling at his pipe with long, thoughtful verbs packed in close order at the end.
puffs. "All my life—and I am nearing It was a long time before I came to the
seventy—I’ve heard the legend of the Ho- meat of it, but when I’d winnowed out the
henneitschütz, now from this one, now chaff of cluttering data I was im possession
from that. In our archives we have docu- of a story as poetical as that of Faust or
ments which tell of it, but I have never Tannhaüser and as tragically appealing as
read them through. You read Latin, Herr the song of Tristam and Isolde or Troilus
Leutnant, nicht wahr?” and Cressida.
"Not well enough to translate Medieval The Roman Empire of the East and the
parchments, Father.” proud Hohenneitschütz family found ob-
"Jawohl, I might have known as much. livion the same year, it appeared, for it was
The classics are neglected in the schools on a lovely April evening in the year of'
these days. Never mind. I will read the Our Lord 1453 that the young Graf Gus-
records for you and inscribe an English tav von Hohenneitschütz und von Ketlar
translation—” rode the white horse he had jestingly
"But that would take you weeks, months, named Weiss Tod—Pale Death—through
perhaps,” I objected. the lush alleys of the wide greenwood that'
"When time hangs heavy on an old rimmed his father’s castle round on every
man’s hands he does not count the min- side.
utes, my son,” he assured me with a smile. It was the season which the Germans call
"You have been most generous to me”— vorfriiling-—the forespring—the spring-be-
he tapped the tall red cannister of tobacco fore-the-spring—and the newly budded
affectionately. "Cannot I do you some small ' trees were bright with shining green leaves
favor in return?” or frothy with a snow of blossoms. A soft
breeze played among the branches and the
black soil had a sweet, warm smell. In the
W HETHER Brother Ambrose had done meadows calves and lambs skipped play-
me a favor was a moot point I fully, the birds were carrolling as they
thought as I looked at the great sheaf of sought straws and twigs to build their nests,
manuscript the lay brother had brought me. and Gustav, being young and heart-whole
Ambrose was a scholar with the Teuton’s and romantic, felt the urge for song well
love of detail. He had made a literal trans- in his throat resistlessly as the sap forcing
lation of the records of the Hohenneit- its way through the tree trunks.
schütz, and though it was informative to
"The minstrels sing of a jovial king;
read their armory contained scdlets—which,
A wonderful king was he—”
I gleaned, were a form of helmet some-
thing like our own tin hats—for a thou-
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he raised his voice in the old lied, then high-born lady’s hands. Certes, this were
broke the song abruptly as he reined Pale loveliness enough for anyone upon a soft
Death back almost on his haunches. Un- spring evening.
mindful of the charger’s hoofs a flock of The dark blue eyes moved up to his,
geese had debouched into the wood path, demurely bright. "I am not feared, my
waddling majestically in long single file, lord,” she told him softly, "only startled
pausing now and then to stretch their ser- at thy advent. I had not thought there
pentine necks down to nibble at a sprig of was another in the grünwald at this hour
new, fresh grass, then taking up their of this day, for the sun is sinking quickly,
march again with slow, unhurried rhythm. and with darkness comes those whom good
"Herr Gott,” the young knight swore, Christians should not see—”
"is my road to be blocked by these con- "Do they, i’ faith?” he answered laugh-
founded, squawking—ah, madchen, I am ing. "And who might they be, pretty
sorry if I startled you!” one?”
Shepherding her toddling charges with "Hast thou forgotten this is May Eve,
a long thin wand of peeled willow, came Herr? It is the feast of Saint Walpurga,
the goose-girl, and at sight of her young and tonight is Walpurgis-Nacht when the
Gustav’s annoyed frown gave way to a olden gods who were but devils and the
•quick smile. witches who adore them gather for their
She was a pretty thing, this peasant girl, unclean rites in secret places—”
straight and slender as a reed beside His laughter cut her sober warning
the river’s rim, yet with a sweetly rounded short. "Well spoken, madchen! There be
figure whose desirability not even the al- trolls and devils and all sorts of wicked
most shapeless smock she wore could quite beings in the wood this night, and here is
conceal. Her hair was dark brown, cluster- he who will defend thee from them all.
ing round her white brow in a coronel of ’Fore God, I’ll bring thee to thy father’s
loose curls like the tendrils of new grape cot unharmed, though twenty times ten
vines, then sweeping down each side her thousand witches barred our way!”
face and cataracting over her shoulders un- She signed herself with the cross as he
til it nearly reached her waist. Her skin spoke and turned serious eyes on him re-
was very white and smooth, her lips as red provingly. "It is not well to speak thus
as the rose Gabriel brought Our Lady. Her lightly of the hosts of evil, good my lord.
eyes were dark blue, blue as distant hills Thy challenge might be heard—”
before rain, blue as midnight skies in win- He had dismounted from Pale Death,
ter. Round her head, as it had been a and now he bent and took one of her slim
crown, she wore a chaplet of wild flowers, feet in his hand. "Up with thee, pretty
her one-piece smock of coarse blue linen one,” he made, and raised her to the saddle.
was bound in at her small waist by a rough "Thou shalt ride like any princess to thy
cord of plaited hemp. Her arms and feet home, and I shall be thy courier and
were bare, but as he looked down he knight-defender. ’ ’
thought that he never had seen such white, Well-favored as the maiden was her es-
slim, shapely feet; her insteps were two cort matched her beauty. He was well
lines of arching loveliness, her ankles were made, though somewhat inclined to the
as sharply cut as those of a blood-mare, lankiness of youth, with long fair hair and
her heels were narrow and the long, apple-cheeks and wide blue eyes that
straight toes that never had been cramped verged on gray. If his chin receded some-
by rigid shoes were like the fingers of a what, the small beard of flaxen hair ob-
THERE ARE SUCH THINGS 109
scured the failing, and he walked with the thing and chattel, to embrace me straight-
slight swagger that denoted all his kind way, fairest Else.”
and kin, for he was of the herzogs, noblest She put her hands upon his shoulders
blood of the empire, and answerable to no and leant downward till her lips touched
one but the church, the kaiser and his father his. The fragrance of her hair swirled
for his actions. round him, her arms clasped round his
His apparel matched her person: a shirt neck, he felt the quickening of her breath
of fine white linen, hose of brown silk, against his mouth—”Bei Gott” he mut-
high boots of Spanish leather, and a doub- tered in a voice gone suddenly as hard and
let of brown satin slashed with gold and sharp as honed steel, "thou art the loveliest
laced with gold-tipped points. A closely- thing in all the world, my Else,” and swung
fitting silk cap with an eagle’s feather in her down from the saddle.
its crown topped his fair hair, from his
shoulders hung a heel-length cloak of
bright red velvet fastened with a golden
clasp at the throat.
T HE chronicle does not record their idyl,
but it is not hard to picture it. There
"How art thou called?” he asked as he were other meetings in the griintvald when
paced by her side, one hand upon the the moonstained trees and shrubbery stood
saddle-bow, the other steadying her in her about them like a sentinel host, meetings’
seat. "Methinks ’twould take a name of when he held her close against his heart
wondrous sweetness to do justice to thy and they rehearsed the aching sweetness
beauty, little forest-girl.” of their first kiss. The owl and the fleder-
"My name is Else, an’ it please your lord- maus—the little, harmless cheeping bat—
ship,” she responded softly. There was heard their love vows, the stoat and weasel
no need to ask if she had any other, for and the little timid rabbits that made nests
he knew well she did not. Peasants, like deep in the wildwood watched them from
the beasts they drove to labor in the fields, the covert of the flowering thorn bush. Ich
had no family designations, nor would liebe dich—I love thee, little Else of the
they for some centuries to come. greenwood,” he told her not once but a-
"It pleases me most excellently well,” hundred times each night, and she, struck
he assured her. "Knowest thou who I speechless by his condescension—breath-
am?” . less with adoration as the daughters of men
"Yea, thou art the young Graf Gustav when the sons of God first looked on them
who one day will be our lord and master,” and found them fair—could not say any-
she replied, and a slow flush mounted to thing at all. But her sweet bare arms
her cheeks and brow. showed whiter than the apple blossoms
"One day, quotha? Am I not thy lord drifting from the forming fruit as they
and master now, madchen?” crept tightening round his neck and drew
She blushed still more violently, and he him to the yielding sweetness of her lips,
had to strain his ears to catch her whis- the tender warmth and pulsing of her
pered answer. "Aye, lord, as God is to bosom.
thee so art thou to poor Else.” We know the Junker Gustav’s breed, its
"Well spoken. And thou wilt obey me stiff-necked arrogancy, its pride of blood
in all things, as becomes a peasant maiden and family, its blind worship of caste. But
when her lord commands?” she was a woman, sweet and young and
"Thou knowest it—” lovely as a half-blown rose. He was a
"Then I command thee, as my serf and man, young, impetuous and sanguine.
What else could matter in the softness of
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the scented woodland summer night? His with us now, my lord. We are not alone
heart, his blood, his youth were in league in the forest.”
to defeat his pride. So, almost but not "Herr Je, how meanest thou?” he asked
quite inexplicably, we find them standing in mock-fear. “Dost mean the fairy-folk—”
hand in hand upon the packed-earth floor "Nay, silly one!” her laughter rippled
of the hut where a peasant village priest like the running of clear water over stones.
had his rectory while they repeated after " ’Tis here—” She took his hand and laid
the brown-cassocked religious the sacra- it just below the gently-swelling rondure
mental words that made tjieir twain one of het bosom. " ’Tis of thee, my Gustav,
flesh. and of me. And, oh my lord, when first
The days sped swiftly as a weaver’s I knew it I felt as the ever-blessed beilige
shuttle, and with the coming of high sum- Maria must have when the Angel of the
mer Gustav’s ardor seemed to cool. The Lord appeared to her—” sublimity of
meetings by the rowan tree were less and prideful joy rendered her inarticulate, but
less frequent, when she came running forth he could feel the quickened pulsing of her
from the shadow, hands lifted toward him, heart in the hands pressing his. .
he was slower in dismounting from Pale Slowly he rose to his knees, then to his
Death. feet. His hands felt cold, and the hollows
One July night when the moon was of his shoulders ached suddenly with a fine
‘ awash in a sky tremulous with silver pain. Each word she’d spoken ate its way
clouds he lay with his head couched in her into his brain as if etched by strong acid.
lap while she let down the waterfall of To make love to a pretty peasant maiden
her hair above his face and brushed the in the moonlit forest while the little cheep-
silken ends of the unraveled strands against ing insects hymned their lyric canticles and
his lips and cheeks. "And thou wilt surely the wind crooned a soothing song among
take me to the castle and acknowledge me the branches of the rowan tree, even to go
as thy true wedded spouse eftsoons?” she through the form of marriage before an ob-
whispered, bending till he felt the flutter scure priest who knew neither him nor
of her breath like moth-wings on his her—that was one thing. But to stand
mouth. before his cold-eyed, sneering friends and
"Have I not said it, little bride of my own this peasant woman as his wife, to tell
heart? There are grave reasons for my tar- his race-proud sire that he was wedded to
rying, my father’s consent to our nuptials a serf, the father of a villein wench’s child
must be first obtained, for I am not of —his heart gave a cold, nauseating lurch
lawful age as yet,” he answered somewhat inside his breast. "Auf weidersehen, lieb-
petulantly. "Why plaguest thou me thus?” chen,” he faltered as he climbed into the
“Oh lord and master of my heart and saddle. "I—I must away to the castle—my
life and soul, believe me it is not for my- august sire—” His farewell faded to an
self alone that I ask,” she replied, and her echo broken by the clacking of his horse’s
voice sank till he rather felt than heard the hoofs against the flints of the roadway. And
words. "Thy condescending love is all that so Gustav von Hohenneitschiitz und von
thy poor Else asks. To meet thee thus be- Ketlar rode out of little Else’s life—but
neath the greenwood tree, to feel thy arms she had not gone out of his.
about me and thy kisses on my lips, ach,
Gott, it is such heaven as I had not thought
existed, but”—pride made her words shine
like new-minted silver—"there is another
S HE could not understand. Night after
night she went to the trysting place by
the rowan tree and waited while the stars
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came out and the moon swam across the jerked the bridle sharply, dragging him
sky, telling and retelling her rosary of de- away as he struck spurs into his flanks.
ferred hope—"He will come; oh, surely, "Gustav, my’ lord,” the girl raised
any moment he will come!”—until the east- empty, pleading hands, "thou comest
ern sky grew bright and the sun rose amid not—” Her voice snapped like a broken
a tossing surf of ruddy clouds. thread, for the young man glanced down
At last her desperation made her bold at her with a look void of recognition as
and, greatly daring, she trudged up the if she had been a roadside bush or boulder.
long road to the castle. She knew the risk "Who was the lady riding with the
she took in doing this, for though the stiff- Junker Gustav?” she asked the guardsman
necked townsmen had begun to curb the lolling on his pike beside the drawbridge.
nobles in their arrogance the peasant still "It is the Graafin Elnora von Herns-
had no rights of property or person which dorf,” the man-at-arms replied negligently.
the lord or his underlings were bound to "She is the Junker’s cousin and bethrothed.
respect. They wed at Michaelmas—”
A bugle-horn was sounding as she Three men-at-arms came grinning from
neared the moat and a troop of cavaliers the guardroom. They were off duty, and
and ladies clattered through the gateway the summer day was young. The pretty
and across the drawbridge. First came the chit might prove amusing, though she were
fauconiers, the men who trained and as mad as any hare in March.
groomed the falcons, brave in livery of Lin- Else realized her peril. Once they had
coln green and gold and riding on small her inside the castle— Like a doe pursued
shaggy horses, then, two by two upon their by greyhounds she fled headlong down the
blooded mounts, the gentle folk, each with path, the guardsmen’s raucous laughter
a hooded hawk perched on his gauntleted following her like hurled missiles. "Ach
left wrist. Gott,” she moaned when she had reached
Her breath quickened with sudden joy, the sanctuary of the forest and regained her
for in the foremost rank she glimpsed a breath a little, "he passed me by unheed-
tall white horse—Pale Death—and strid- ing as if I had been a stock or stone, his
ing him in green doublet and russet cloak horse knew me, but he—”
was Gustav. A single scarlet word burned in her
Beside him, laughing at some jest he brain: Witchcraft! Her lord and husband
made, a lady rode upon a delicately-pacing was bewitched. Nothing but an evil spell
palfrey. Tall, elegantly slender, white- could make him renounce his pledged
skinned, black of hair and black of eye she word, only witchcraft could have wiped
was, with thin red lips that made her white the memory of her kisses from his heart.
teeth even whiter as she shrilled to sudden She must fight fire with fire, she must find
tinkling laughter at her partner’s sally. a wise woman who could lift the spell from
"Well spoken, kinsman, thou must come her adored and make him own her as his
to court, they would appreciate thy wit lawful spouse before the world.
there,” Else heard her say as they swept
past her at a brisk canter.
Pale Death gave her a whinnying greet-
ing and would have turned his soft nose
toward her, for she had often fed him
I T WAS Lammas Night, the first night
in August, the Feast of Saint Peter’s
tender grasses while he stamped impa- Chains, when witches and warlocks and all
tiently beneath the rowan tree, but his rider the host of those who forswore God and
served Beelzebub were gathering for their
unclean worship. The sun had gone down
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in a riot of wrathful color and dusk had through the wall of flowering briars that
fallen early. The sky was sullen with the cut her feet and legs until the red blood
weight of rain that would not fall, and spurted from them, and came at last with
from every hilltop blazed the guardian fluttering heart and wide eyes to the border
fires the peasants lighted to keep off the of the clearing.
witch-brood. Else had been wandering Upon a flat stone in the center sat a
through the forest since the first long shad- creature robed in red and masked with
ows had begun to dull the outlines of the leather. Deer’s antlers crowned his head,
trees. Somewhere, she knew, a witches’ and from the falseface that obscured his
coven would be meeting, somewhere thir- features swept a long blue beard. One
teen lost souls would be giving adoration hand was hidden in his scarlet robe, in the
to the Evil One; she must find them and other he held a thick club with which he
secure their help. A dozen times she’d drummed upon the stone, and round him
thought she heard the shirking of the danced a ghastly crew of thirteen forms,
witches as they cleft the air on flying half-animal, half-human, wholly evil.
broomsticks, but each time it had proved a She saw that they had human legs, thin,
flight of water-fowl flying homeward from knob-kneed, spindle-shanked, but from the
their feeding-grounds. Once or twice she thighs up they were clad in goatskin,
-thought she heard a witch-hag running topped with the beasts’ heads, haired and
through the woods, but when she followed horned. In their furred hands each bore
she had found it a red deer or spotted black candles which gave a little light but
buck that hurried down a by-path of the more smoke, and a sharp, unpleasant smell.
forest. Round and round the throne they jumped
At last, footsore and weary, she had sunk and capered, leaped and danced with
to rest beneath the rowan tree where she squeaking, shrilling cries that made her
and Gustav had met in the happy time be- think of rats caught in a trap.
fore he was enchanted. "Oh, good, kind Scarce daring to draw breath she looked
Herr Teufel, regard me if it pleaseth thee,” at them with wide-set, staring eyes. She
she prayed with all the simple trustfulness knew now that she could not do it, she
she would have used in offering a petition dared not! These were votaries of Lucifer
to Saint Anne. "I am very tired and most the accursed, to speak with them, or even
miserable. My wedded husband is spell- stay to witness their abominations would
bound, and I would have one of thy people be—
lift the spell from him. Lead me to their With a sudden squeaking cry one of
congregating-place, good Devil, and I shall the demons darted from the ring, leaped
thank thee very much. Amen.” straight at her and seized her by the wrists.
Like an echo to her closing words she Before she realized her plight she had been
heard a muted drumming, a hurrying, in- dragged into the center of the circle with
sistent rhythm that beckoned her like a the witches chattering round her, thrusting
bent finger. She knew the place from which at her with their flaming candles, threaten-
the sound came—the fairy-ring that stood ing her with claw-hooked hands.
deep in the forest. A dozen times she’d "What dost thou at our secret session,
crossed it with half-bated breath, for it was maiden?” The seated figure’s voice was
said to be a meeting-place of witches, yet deep and rumbling, but not angry.
never till that moment had she thought to "May it please your worship, good Herr
look there. She ran half stumbling down Devil, I was not spying on you,” she mus-
the trodden woodland path, crashed tered courage to reply. "I did but seek
THERE ARE SUCH THINGS 113
for a wise woman who could lift a spell dirty hands. As far as' Else could discern
from one I love—” she had but four teeth, none of which met,
"What wilt thou pay for such a serv- and she had been chewing some dark aro-
ice?” broke in the masked master of the matic herb so that the odor of it almost
coven. stopped the girl’s breath, and discolored
"Pay?” she faltered, taken utterly aback. spittle ran down from the corners of her
In all her life she had not touched a piece withered mouth and made twin lines across
of money; except for the blue linen smock her bristly chin.
she stood in she had nothing she could call "Come in, my dear, come in!” she bade
her own. "What can one who has nothing in a cracked, cackling voice. "Hast come
pay, Meinherr?” she asked simply. to pay thy call on Mother Marg; good,
He laughed, a booming, rumbling laugh kind old Mother Marg?” The laugh ac-
which somehow had no mirth in it. "Wilt companying her words was anything but
promise to give anything we ask, no mat- good and kind, and Else would have turned
ter what, if we perform this service for and fled had not the old hag grasped her
thee?” he demanded. by the wrist with such a grip that she was
"Yea, good Herr Devil, anything that’s almost fainting from the pain when finally
mine to give I’ll give thee freely, if thou she sank down on a stool before the empty
wilt do this for me,” she promised. fireplace.
" ’Tis well, tomorrow morning go to "And what can Mother Marg do for
Margaretta’s hut hard by the water-ford, thee, my sweet pigeon?” asked the crone
and do what she commands thee. Speak when Else, after two attempts, found that
not to any of thy visit here tonight, or we she could not speak for very fear and loath-
shall wreak such vengeance on thee that in ing of her hostess.
years to come thy story shall be used to Now her words were loosed, and tear-
frighten children from their naughtiness.” fully she told how she had met Gustav
He waved his hand in dismissal, and her Walpurgis Night, how they had loved and
captors led her to the margin of the clear- wed, how he had passed her by unseeing
ing and thrust her out into the briar-patch, and how he purposed to be false to his
where the sharp thorns tore her tender skin vows and take his cousin Elnora to wife.
until her feet and legs were criss-crossed The old hag listened, nodding under-
with bright bloody weals. standingly. At last, when Else had com-
pleted her recital: "It is his father, the
graf, who has made him thus, my child,”
O LD Margaretta’s hut was dark and dirty she announced. "He has cast a spell upon
and overflowing with the odor of evil. his son and wiped all recollection of his
A stuffed and much moth-eaten owl graced marriage from his mind—”
the shelf above its fireplace, a black cat "The Graf von Hohenneitschiitz a war-
with a single eye arched its back and spat lock?” Else asked incredulously. "One so
at Else as she paused trembling on the noble, one so high—”
threshold of the witch’s house. "Eh, eh, thou’d be surprised at those who
The mistress of the place was suited to worship at the witch’s altar, and at the
her surroundings. She was clothed in evil- things the noble Graf von Hohenneitschiitz
smelling rags no one of which matched knows,” the beldame answered with an-
any other in weave or color, around her other cackle.
neck was strung a chain of tarnished metal Which was quite true, for nearly every
plates, brass rings gleamed dully in her noble in the empire those days had his favo-
ears and on each finger of her gnarled and
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rite sorcerer or witch, and as for Johann She drew blood from her wrist and made
Hohenneitschiitz—the old witch Marga- a ruddy circle round the supine image,
retta had once been young and pretty, and then, with a smile so'terrible it would have
he had met her in the griinwald, wooed, frightened Satan, drove a long pin slowly
won and left her empty-hearted. Like father through the waxen figure’s middle. "As
like son, the hag reflected as she nodded this poppet wounds, so may you be
at her tearful visitor. He had taken all wounded, Gustav Hohenneitschiitz; as this
and given nothing. Now to strike him wastes away, so may your bones and blood
through his son, his dearest treasure— and body waste away to nothingness; may
"Hast anything of thy true love’s?” she. you suffer torments never-ceasing till you
asked abruptly. "A lock of his sweet hair, wait for death as the bridegroom waits the
belike, or the handkerchief with which he coming of the bride.”
wiped his dainty face—” Slowly, very slowly, with the science of
"Thou’lt—thou’lt give it back to me?” a surgeon and the neat precision of a tor-
asked Else tremulously as she reached intoturer, she thrust the cruel pin deeper and
her bosom and drew out the linen sack in more deeply in the yielding wax.
which she kept a ringlet clipped from Gus- And, recites the chronicle, it was at that
tav’s hair. precise moment that Johann Georg Ulric
- "Of course, I will, thou silly little fool!” Mathias von Hohenneitschiitz und von Ket-
the hag replied as she snatched at the treas- lar.clapped both hands to his right side and
ure. "I do but want it that I may attune fell face-forward to the floor in a groan-
my spell to him. When I am done thou’rt ing-fit. Leeches came post-haste, but though
welcome to it. Now begone, and come not they rubbed him with a salve made from
here again until I send for thee!” the fat of weasels mixed with badgers’
That night old Margaretta made magic. blood and dosed him liberally with the
Out of candle wax filched from the par- ashes of burned toads mixed in white wine
ish church when none was looking she with moss scraped from a murderer’s skull
made a poppet, a doll with features strange- his pains increased, so that the doctors were
ly like the features of the Junker Gustav dismissed and an exorcist sent for. Even
Hohenneitschiitz, and with cloth chopped this proved unavailing. The patient lapsed
from her rag dress she clothed it in doublet into a coma on the second day, and never
and hose and painted blue eyes in its face regained consciousness.
and red lips on its mouth. Finally, upon The cry of witchcraft was raised forth-
its head she set the lock of Gustav’s hair with, and the officers of justice went from
and combed and curled it till it fell in clus- house to house, arresting all who could by
tering ringlets round the neck. any chance be deemed in league with
This done, she laid the image on her Satan, old Margaretta among them:
clean-swept hearth and knelt beside it Her case was hopeless from the start.
while she said six Parternosters backwardTire one-eyed black cat, the stuffed Owl, the
and summoned her familiars: waxen image with the bodkin thrust into
Black spirits, white spirits, its midriff would have been evidence
Spirits brown and gray, enough to send her to the stake on charges
Hear me, heed me, give me what I pray: of black sorcery even if she had not made
May this wax be as his heart, a full confession of her sins.
May he feel my baneful dart, Of course, she did not damn herself
May his flesh and spirit part without persuasion. The thumbscrews
At thy dread command! proved inadequate, for she was very strong
THERE ARE SUCH THINGS 11?
and very stubborn, but when her legs and The judges put their heads together,
arms had been disjointed by the rack, her reading through the statement she had
feet crushed in the boot and hot lead signed. They made little deprecating
poured upon her naked belly she broke noises with their tongues against their
down and confessed fully, naming all her teeth as they perused the document, for
witch-companions in the cavern and saying in it she admitted that she was a witch
she had worked her mischief on the graf and the consort of witches; that she had
at the behest of Else the goose-girl. enchanted the Junker Gustav by devilish
Else lay upon a straw-stuffed mattress, arts; that her story of their marriage was
and though it was an afternoon in tor- a monstruous lie; that she, in concert with
rid August and the logs heaped in the the self-accused witch Margaretta, had
wide-mouthed fireplace before which she connived by prayers and supplications to
lay flamed with almost blistering heat, she the Evil One to bring about the death of
shivered as if she had been exposed to a Johann Georg Ulric Mathias von Hohen-
December blast. Three men looked down neitschiitz und von Ketlar.
on her as she lay there, three learned doc- When they had first arrested her she
tors of the law, two in the black stuff told her story with an artless fearlessness.
gowns with fur hoods marking them as Gustav was her lord and adored husband,
civil justices, the third in the black cassock they had been wed according to the rites
and white scapular of an ecclesiastic. "This of Holy Church, she loved him better than
is thy full and free confession, woman, her life and only sought old Margaretta’s
made without fear and with no hope of help because she thought he was bewitched.
favor?” asked the chief magistrate. No, she knew nothing of the witch’s spells
"Yea, good, my lord, the words are and magic. What should she, a Christian,
mine,” she whimpered. know of such things?
"Is gut. Subscribe it.” He tendered They set her hands in the thumbscrews.
her a quill pen dipped in ink. "Thou didst bewitch the Junker Gustav
"I cannot, Exzellenz; I have no school- by thy wicked arts—thy story of thy mar-
ing—” riage to him is a monstrous lie, is’t not?”
"Jawohl,” the judge spread the parch- "Nay, lords, it is the very Gospel truth.
ment upon a table and wrote her name in We loved each other from the moment
a fair hand. "Make thou a cross mark that our eyes first met. He wed me out of
here”—he pointed to a spot above the love and nothing else, for I had nothing
signature—"we will bear witness to thy I could bring him as a dowry save my love
mark.” and devotion—”
Slowly, painfully, she drew the pen The judge signed to the executioner,
across the cracking parchment in a waver- who tightened the thumbkin, and she
ing X. Her hands were bandaged, and as shrieked and writhed and tried to draw
she moved them a drop or two of blood away.
oozed from the linen bands and fell upon "This story of thy marriage is a wan-
the document. The justice nodded to ton’s lie, is’t not?”
the leather-aproned executioner who stood "Nay, Exzellenz, it is the truth—O
in readiness and at the signal dropped gracious heaven, mercy! Mercy on me,
upon his knees beside the girl and held my lords!” as the thumbscrews bit with
a bowl of meat soup with an egg in it to sudden crushing pressure on her hands
her lips. "Drink, mddchen,” he whis- again.
pered, " ’twill give thee strength.” Little Else was not made of Spartan
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stuff. Old Margaretta stood the torment sentence pronounced: That the self-con-
for a day and night, and even then the fessed witch and murderess be dragged by
rack and boot and molten lead were neces- the hair of her head to the gallows in the
sary. Less than an hour’s screwing in the public square and there be flogged with
thumbkins dragged from Else sobbing as- knotted ropes until she die, and afterward
sents to their accusations. So, at last, we that her body be burned to ashes.”
find her signing a confession in which As he finished the judge took up the
she admits crimes she never heard or knew willow wand and beckoned to someone
of till the magistrates informed her she waiting in the shadow of the arras. Dressed
was guilty of them. all in black, with falls of white lace at
his throat and wrists, the Junker—now
the Count — Gustav , Hohenneitschiitz
I T WAS a pompous, awe-inspiring scene stepped up to the bench, took the light
when they brought her before the court stick from the judge and crossed the lit-
to hear her doom. The judges' in their tle space that separated him from Else.
robes of office sat at a long table of age- She raised her bandaged hands implor-
darkened oak raised three steps from the ingly to him. “Gustav—husband, lord—
courtroom floor. Behind them and be- adored lover—”
fore the doors and windows stood the hal- He looked full in her tear-brimmed lov-
berdiers in leather jerkins and steel hel- ing eyes and nothing moved in his face. It
mets, sunlight glinting on the polished was as if he looked at a stone thing that
heads of their weapons. The Emperor’s had no power to look back. Holding
justicer—the executioner—stood by the the wand by each end he raised it over
steps that led up to the judges’ table, and her head, snapped it in two and flung the
he was in full regalia, habited in red from pieces on the floor at her feet. This was
neck to heels, coiffed and masked in red, to signify that as the wood was broken in
and holding on his shoulder his great axe two parts so should her soul and body be
with its red handle and red blade, the severed in the furtherance of justice. As
gleaming white of whose edge never had Count of the Mark Gustav had the right
been wet save with the blood of men and to perform this ceremony, for Else had
women. been his serf, and he was giving her up
A crowd of boors had gathered in the to the Kaiser for execution.
hall of jutsice, and at sight of Else they He turned upon his heel, but as he
broke into a murmurous outcry, but the moved away she pointed at him with one
clamor of the halberd butts on the stone maimed hand and spoke the first unkind
floor brought instant silence, for the hal- words she had ever uttered in her sixteen
berdiers were not slow to rap for order years of life:
on the heads of the rabble if their first ad- "False! False to thy pledged word and
monition went unheeded. plighted troth art thou, Gustav von Hohen-
She halted before the long table, and neitschiitz. Flogged I may be till I die,
the president of the court rose facing her, but I shall last to scourge thee for thy
a parchment scroll in his hands. Before perfidy, and never shalt thou call another
him on the table lay a light wand of dried wife—” Then the jeering of the rabble
willow, and her face went paler at the drowned her words and she was led back
sight, for well she knew what it por- to her cell to wait the morning and her
tended. death.
A pause ensued which seemed as long Despite the sentence passed upon her,
to her as an eternity, then she heard her
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it seems she did not suffer greatly. More before he broke the wand of doom above
merciful than judge or priest or husband, her head.
the executioner, whose business was to There was no anger in her glance, but
kill and torture, struck her on the head oh! her lovely eyes were tragic in her white,
with a club ere he dragged her to the set face. Hope was dead and sorrow
gallows, so what hung swinging by bound mourned in them.
wrists beneath the flailing of the flogging- "Mein Gott, Du—thou?” he gasped.
ropes was nothing but a corpse. "Back from the grave—the fire—to haunt
me with—” • The broken words died on
rpHE bride and bridegroom stood before his lips, for she had taken the hemp girdle
the altar, and Brother Josef waited to from her waist and swung it like a lash
unite them. Young Count Gustav was against his face.
smiling as he took his cousin’s slim white He felt the stinging bite of it, but
hand in his. All was well, exceedingly greater than the pain the horror of it
well, with him. His father, for whom he struck him, overwhelmed him. "I shall
had never had much real affection, was dead last to scourge thee for thy perfidy,” she’d
and one might hope well on his way to said, and now—O, gracious heaven!—she
heaven by this time; he was about to wed was doing it.
the Grafin Elnora von Hernsdorf, one of He staggered from the altar steps, ran
the richest heiresses in all the Rhineland, stumbling toward the chapel door—ah,
and an orphan with no brothers or sisters. but he could not run! His feet seemed
He had escaped the toils of a romantic cased in leaden boots, he could not make
mistake, Else—and the child—were ashes them do his bidding. Slowly, like a man
now. who wades breast-high in water, he moved
All that stood in his way had been toward the doorway, and step by step the
burned with them. The past was really spectral shape kept pace with him, lashing,
nothing to him. He could just open his beating, scourging— _
hands and let it slip away. He was strid- He woke at last as from a nightmare.
ing ahead into the future— He was in bed and Brother Josef was at-
The priest’s low, droning admonition tending him. Elnora? She had left the
broke through his pleasant musings: castle, gone back to her home, they told
"—if any man can show just cause why him.
these two should not be wedded—” What Had he been ill? Yes, very ill, and he
was the matter with good Brother Josef? was still too weak to rise. He must rest
His face was drawn, his eyes were staring, quietly—"Father,” he asked feebly of the
there was a horrid moisture on his brow. priest, "is there forgiveness for me?”
He looked from the priest to his bride. "Was sagst Du, mein sohn—what hast
She was staring past him, face fright- thou done?”
frozen, lurking terror wakening to life in "She—it was true, Father. Else did not
her wide eyes. Herr Gott, was everybody lie when she declared I was her wedded
gone stark, staring mad? He swung about husband. I married her and then repented
to see what they looked at. of my bargain. I thought that I could
Stark panic clutched him by the throat; face her down—who would believe a
terror hammered at his will, for, near peasant woman’s word—” Half sobbing,
enough to touch him, Else stood at his half raving in delirium, he told the sordid
elbow, bandaged hands held out implor- story of their pitiful, brief romance while
ingly, as she had held them out to him the little priest stood by with horror
118 WEIRD TALES
mounting in his eyes. At last: “Can I Saint John’s Eve until the wife whom
find absolution, Father?” he besought. he renounced and sent to cruel death
"I—I do not know, my son. The girl finds peace within the quiet of the grave.
was condemned for a witch and murderess, They would not let her be absolved be-
and though she pleaded for the last rites fore she died, but she had the desire and
of the church they were denied her. She intention. Tomorrow I shall exorcize
died unshriven. It may be that they fate the Hohenneitschiitz chapel, and grant
is linked with hers throughout eternity, her plenary absolution. Thereafter,
that not until she finds release canst thou every Saint John’s Eve I shall say Masses
look for redemption.” for the rest of their unquiet souls. We
Gustav groaned and turned-his face to cannot know if this will win them rest
the wall. He did not answer when the eternal—all things are with God, my
priest spoke to him. Later, when they son—but we can try. Will not you come
came to rouse him to take nourishment, with me and help me in the rite of
they found that he was dead. exorcism?
He must have been a man of parts,
this Brother Josef. Certainly he was a Nothing could have pleased me more,
skilled sculptor, as the Calvary he carved but next morning a field clerk handed me
. and set up at the crossroads testifies. It an order typed in triplicate stating that I
was he who carved the legend “Pray for would proceed to Saint Nazaire. There was
Them” upon the shrine, thinking in the of course, no telephone by which I could
simple goodness of his heart that those reach Brother Ambrose, nor could I stop to
who knelt and said a prayer by it might call on him. I sent an orderly with a note
offer a petition not alone for Gustav, but —and another tin of tobacco—but could
for the wife he had renounced and be- not wait for his answer.
trayed to her death. And on the tomb My letters to him all came back. Per-
where they laid Gustav with the pomp and haps they moved him to another convent,
circumstances befitting his high rank good maybe the postmen didn’t try to deliver
Brother Josef carved a goose to nestle at them.
the dead knight’s feet. He could not put Things were pretty chaotic in the last
an effigy of Else on her husband’s sepul- days of the Weimar Republic.
chre, but—she had been a goose-girl—let Did he bring peace and rest to those
the symbol stand for her. two troubled shades, or does poor
little Else still come to the Hohenneit-
ÜROTHER AMBROSE had attached a schiitz chapel every Saint John’s Eve and
letter to the manuscript: lash her faithless lover through the long
night from sunset to cock-crow? Does she
My very good, kind friend: From still weep soft, compassionate tears as she
what you told me you had witnessed, lays on the scourge, and does she heal him
and what we learn from reading these with the kiss she gives him when they part
accounts of the old days, it seems that at last, he to go back to his tomb-sleep for
Gustav Hohenneitschiitz is earthbound another year, she to go—who knows
and doomed to suffer flagellation every where?
The Ballad of
Lalune
rpHE grey worms blinked at the little green frogs,
And the pale mists rose from the age-old bogs,
Shrouding the trees in perpetual fogs,
And this is the tale of Lalune,
Lalune,
And this is the tale of Lalune.
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