The Three Impostors; or, The TransmutationsMachen, Arthur
Science
The Three Impostors; or, The Transmutations
Machen, Arthur
Fiction; Horror tales, English
The talk went on to the discovery of a Roman villa in the neighborhood;
and soon after I left the room, and sat down apart to wonder at the
drawing together of such strange clues of evidence. As the professor had
spoken of the curious word, I had caught the glint of his eye upon me;
and though the pronunciation he gave was grotesque in the extreme, I
recognized the name of the stone of sixty characters mentioned by
Solinus, the black seal shut up in some secret drawer of the study,
stamped forever by a vanished race with signs that no man could read,
signs that might, for all I knew, be the veils of awful things done long
ago, and forgotten before the hills were moulded into form.
When, the next morning, I came down, I found Professor Gregg pacing the
terrace in his eternal walk.
"Look at that bridge," he said when he saw me, "observe the quaint and
Gothic design, the angles between the arches, and the silvery gray of
the stone in the awe of the morning light. I confess it seems to me
symbolic; it should illustrate a mystical allegory of the passage from
one world to another."
"Professor Gregg," I said quietly, "it is time that I knew something of
what has happened, and of what is to happen."
For the moment he put me off, but I returned again with the same
question in the evening, and then Professor Gregg flamed with
excitement. "Don't you understand yet?" he cried. "But I have told you a
good deal; yes, and shown you a good deal. You have heard pretty nearly
all that I have heard, and seen what I have seen; or at least," and his
voice chilled as he spoke, "enough to make a good deal clear as noonday.
The servants told you, I have no doubt, that the wretched boy Cradock
had another seizure the night before last; he awoke me with cries in
that voice you heard in the garden, and I went to him, and God forbid
you should see what I saw that night. But all this is useless; my time
here is drawing to a close; I must be back in town in three weeks, as I
have a course of lectures to prepare, and need all my books about me. In
a very few days it will be all over, and I shall no longer hint, and no
longer be liable to ridicule as a madman and a quack. No, I shall speak
plainly, and I shall be heard with such emotions as perhaps no other man
has ever drawn from the breasts of his fellows."
He paused, and seemed to grow radiant with the joy of great and
wonderful discovery.
"But all that is for the future, the near future certainly, but still
the future," he went on at length. "There is something to be done yet;
you will remember my telling you that my researches were not altogether
devoid of peril? Yes, there is a certain amount of danger to be faced; I
did not know how much when I spoke on the subject before, and to a
certain extent I am still in the dark. But it will be a strange
adventure, the last of all, the last demonstration in the chain."
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