A moment of madness, and other stories (vol. 2 of 3)Marryat, Florence
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A moment of madness, and other stories (vol. 2 of 3)
Marryat, Florence
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
‘But listen to my story, sir. I had gone to bed last night, as tired as
possible, and thinking of nothing but getting a good long sleep. The
first thing that roused me was some one trying the handle of my door. I
lay and listened to it for some time before I was fully awake, and then
I thought maybe you wanted something out of my room, and was trying not
to wake me; so I got out of bed and opened the door. But there was nobody
there, though I fancied I heard some one breathing hard a few yards off
from me. Well, I thought to myself, sir, this is all nonsense; so I came
back to bed again, and lay down. But I couldn’t sleep; for directly the
door was closed, I heard the footsteps again, creep, creeping along the
passage and the wall, as though some one was crouching and feeling his
way as he went. Then the handle of the door began to creak and turn
again—I saw it turn, sir, with my own eyes, backwards and forwards,
a dozen times in the moonlight; and then I heard a heavier step come
stumbling downstairs, and there seemed to be a kind of scuffle. I
couldn’t stand it no longer, so I opened the door again; and then, as
I’m a living Christian, sir, I heard a woman’s voice say ‘Father!’ with
a kind of sob, and as the sound was uttered there came a report from the
first landing, and the sound of a fall, and a deep groan in the passage
below. And it seemed to go right through me, and curdle my blood, and I
fell all of a heap where you found me. And it’s nothing natural, sir,
you may take my word for it; and harm will come of your stopping in this
house.’
So saying, poor Dawson, who seemed in real earnest, fell back on his
pillow with a heavy sigh.
‘Dawson,’ I said, critically, ‘what did you eat for supper last night?’
‘You’re never going to put down what I’ve told you, sir, to supper. I
took nothing but a little cold meat, upon my word. And I was as sensible,
till that shot knocked me over, as you are this moment.’
‘Do you mean to tell me that you seriously believe the report of a
firearm could have reached your ears without one having been discharged?’
‘But didn’t you say you heard it yourself, sir?’
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