Adventure stories; Mystery fiction; Short stories, English; Supernatural -- Fiction
Mentally considering the Major's attitude, certain rumours which had
reached me, and the youth and beauty of Mrs. Dale, I concluded that the
visits of Aubrey Wales were not too welcome to my old friend. But he
resumed in a louder voice than ever:--
"It was last night that the fun began. I can make neither head nor tail
of it. If the blessed place is haunted, why have we seen nothing of the
ghost during the two months or so we have lived at Low Fennel? The fact
remains that nothing unusual happened until last night. It came about
owing to the infernal heat.
"Mrs. Alson, the housekeeper, came down about two o'clock, intending, so
I understand, to get a glass of cider from the barrel in the cellar. She
could not sleep owing to the heat, and felt extremely thirsty. There's a
queer sort of bend in the stair--I'll show you in a minute; and as she
came down and reached this bend she met a man, or a thing, who was going
up! The moonlight was streaming in through the window right upon that
corner of the stair, and the apparition stood fully revealed.
"I gather that it was that of an almost naked man. Mrs. Alson naturally
is rather reticent on the point, but I gather that the apparition was
inadequately clothed. Regarding the face of the thing she supplies more
details. Addison"--the Major leant forward across the table--"it was
the face of a demon, a contorted devilish face, the eyes crossed, and
glaring like the eyes of a mad dog!
"Of course the poor woman fainted dead away on the spot. She might have
died there if it hadn't been for the amazing heat of the night. This
certainly was the cause of her trouble, but it also saved her. About
three o'clock I woke up in a perfect bath of perspiration. I never
remember such a night, not even in India, and, as Mrs. Alson had done
an hour earlier, I also started to find a drink. Addison! I nearly fell
over her as she lay swooning on the stair!"
He helped himself to a liberal tot of whisky, then squirted soda into
the glass.
"For once in a way I did the right thing, Addison. Not wishing to
alarm Marjorie, I knocked up one of the maids, and when Mrs. Alson had
somewhat recovered, gave her into the girl's charge. I sat downstairs
here in this room until she could see me, and then got the particulars
which I've given you. I wired you as soon as the office was open; for I
said to myself, 'Dale, the devilry has begun again. If Marjorie gets to
hear of it there'll be hell to pay. She won't live in the place.'"
He stood up abruptly, as a ripple of laughter reached us from the
garden.
"Suppose we explore the scene of the trouble?" he suggested, moving
toward the door.
I thought in the circumstance our inspection might be a hurried one;
therefore:
"Should you mind very much if I sought it out for myself?" I said. "It
is my custom in cases of the kind to be alone if possible."
"My dear fellow, certainly!"
"My ramble concluded, I will rejoin Mrs. Dale and yourself--say on the
lawn?"
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