The City of Pleasure : $b a fantasia on modern themesBennett, Arnold
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The City of Pleasure : $b a fantasia on modern themes
Bennett, Arnold
English fiction -- 20th century
“Yes. What’s happened? Where’s Jetsam, as he calls himself? You’re not
seriously hurt, are you?”
At the name of Jetsam, Ilam caught his breath and took hold of a
bedpost.
“Jetsam?” he repeated.
“You evidently recognize the name of my ghost,” said Carpentaria,
“though he isn’t here.”
“He bashed me on the head with a chair,” said the doctor, sitting up and
putting a handkerchief to his head, “and I suppose I must have---- It
can’t be more than a minute or two since----”
“But what was he doing? Where’s he gone?” inquired Carpentaria
impatiently.
“He recovered consciousness quite quickly,” answered Rivers, “and I gave
him something to drink; then he asked me about Mrs. Ilam, and I told him
she lived with Mr. Ilam here, and he grew very excited, and said he must
go to her at once. I said he couldn’t; I said you wouldn’t allow that,
and he pretended to agree; but it was only a pretence. He began to talk
about other things, and then, all of a sudden, he sprang at me, and
that’s as much as I remember.”
Without a word Carpentaria ran out downstairs and into the avenue.
The door of Ilam’s house stood wide open. He entered. In the hall he
perceived that the door of the drawing-room was also wide open, and he
entered the drawing-room..There was no light in the room save that of a
match, and the match was held by Mr. Jetsam. Mr. Jetsam stood staring at
Mrs. Ilam, and Mrs. Ilam sat motionless in her chair, apparently trying
to articulate and not succeeding. An appalling fear shone in her eyes.
No sound could be heard except the rattling of the rain on the French
window.
Mr. Jetsam turned, and in the same second he dropped the match. The room
was in darkness. Then followed a crash of glass and splintering of
wood, and then a heavy fall in the apartment itself. With some trouble,
Carpentaria found the electric switch and turned on the light. Mrs.
Ilam’s lips were still trembling in a vain effort to speak. Her son
lay stretched and whimpering at her feet. Mr. Jetsam had vanished. The
window was in ruins.
Dr. Rivers appeared. He had bandaged his forehead.
“She is paralysed!” said the doctor, when he had examined Mrs. Ilam.
“She will never again have the use of her limbs or her organs of speech.
She will be able to see and to hear, that’s all.”
PART II--THE TWINS
CHAPTER XIV--Entry of the Twins
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