England -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Trials (Murder) -- Fiction
Major Jen wriggled uneasily in his seat, and carefully knocked the ash
off his cigar. He disliked telling what appeared to him to be a silly
story, but as such story bore strongly upon the present position of
things, and as Maurice was impatiently waiting to be enlightened, Jen
was forced to put his scruples on one side and speak out.
"If what I relate appears impossible don't blame me," he said,
abruptly, "and I feel certain that you will laugh when I tell you
about Voodoo!"
"That word again!" cried Maurice, in a puzzled voice. "Dido used it
when we met Etwald; she repeated it to me before I left. Voodoo!
Voodoo! What does it mean, Uncle Jen?"
"African witchcraft! Obi! Fetish worship! The adoration of the bad
spirit who catches mortals by the hair. Any one of these things
explains the meaning of the term."
"H'm!" said Maurice. "It is devil-worship, pure and simple."
"Yes, and Mrs. Dallas knows more about it than is good for her."
"But you don't mean to say that she believes in it!"
"My boy," Jen laid his hand upon the arm of the young man, "when you
reach my age you will find that there is no limit to the credulity and
folly of human beings. When I was stationed in the Barbadoes many
years ago I met Mrs. Dallas."
"Oh! so she is an old friend of yours?"
"Yes. I knew her in the West Indies shortly before Isabella was born.
It was through knowing me," explained the major, "that she came to
this neighborhood and rented The Wigwam. You see, Maurice, I was one
of the few people she knew in England, and she remained near me for
company's sake, and"--here the major hesitated--"and because she was
afraid of herself," he finished significantly.
"I don't quite understand."
"I shall explain, and it is lucky for you that Mrs. Dallas gave you
permission to ask me for an explanation, otherwise I should have been
forced, from a sense of honor, to hold my tongue. As it is, I can tell
you; Mrs. Dallas fears that if Isabella marries anyone but David her
death will take place."
"Whose death? Isabella's or Mrs. Dallas'?"
"The latter. You must know, Maurice," continued the major, "that Mrs.
Dallas, though well born and well married, is an extremely ignorant
woman. She was brought up mostly by Dido's grandmother, who was the
most accursed old witch in Barbadoes, or out of it for the matter of
that. This old hag instilled into the mind of Mrs. Dallas all kinds of
superstitions in which she really believes. When the grandmother died
Dido became nurse to Isabella, and private witch of the Dallas
household. She is clever--wonderfully clever--and she has continued
her grandmother's system of terrorizing both Mrs. Dallas and
Isabella."
"Yes; I can see that. Uncle Jen, and it is for that reason I want to
marry Isabella, and take her away before her mind is degraded further
by that old fury."
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