第15章

F----, meanwhile, was vainly attempting to open the door.He now turned round to me and asked my permission to use force.And Ishould here state, in justice to the servant, that, far from evincing any superstitious terrors, his nerve, composure, and even gayety amidst circumstances so extraordinary, compelled my admiration, and made me congratulate myself on having secured a companion in every way fitted to the occasion.I willingly gave him the permission he required.But though he was a remarkably strong man, his force was as idle as his milder efforts; the door did not even shake to his stoutest kick.Breathless and panting, he desisted.I then tried the door myself, equally in vain.As Iceased from the effort, again that creep of horror came over me;but this time it was more cold and stubborn.I felt as if some strange and ghastly exhalation were rising up from the chinks of that rugged floor, and filling the atmosphere with a venomous influence hostile to human life.The door now very slowly and quietly opened as of its own accord.We precipitated ourselves into the landing place.We both saw a large, pale light--as large as the human figure, but shapeless and unsubstantial--move before us, and ascend the stairs that led from the landing into the attics.I followed the light, and my servant followed me.It entered, to the right of the landing, a small garret, of which the door stood open.I entered in the same instant.The light then collapsed into a small globule, exceedingly brilliant and vivid, rested a moment on a bed in the corner, quivered, and vanished.We approached the bed and examined it,--a half-tester, such as is commonly found in attics devoted to servants.On the drawers that stood near it we perceived an old faded silk kerchief, with the needle still left in a rent half repaired.The kerchief was covered with dust; probably it had belonged to the old woman who had last died in that house, and this might have been her sleeping room.I had sufficient curiosity to open the drawers: there were a few odds and ends of female dress, and two letters tied round with a narrow ribbon of faded yellow.I took the liberty to possess myself of the letters.We found nothing else in the room worth noticing,--nor did the light reappear; but we distinctly heard, as we turned to go, a pattering footfall on the floor, just before us.

We went through the other attics (in all four), the footfall still preceding us.Nothing to be seen,--nothing but the footfall heard.

I had the letters in my hand; just as I was descending the stairs Idistinctly felt my wrist seized, and a faint, soft effort made to draw the letters from my clasp.I only held them the more tightly, and the effort ceased.

We regained the bedchamber appropriated to myself, and I then remarked that my dog had not followed us when we had left it.He was thrusting himself close to the fire, and trembling.I was impatient to examine the letters; and while I read them, my servant opened a little box in which he had deposited the weapons I had ordered him to bring, took them out, placed them on a table close at my bed head, and then occupied himself in soothing the dog, who, however, seemed to heed him very little.

The letters were short,--they were dated; the dates exactly thirty-five years ago.They were evidently from a lover to his mistress, or a husband to some young wife.Not only the terms of expression, but a distinct reference to a former voyage, indicated the writer to have been a seafarer.The spelling and handwriting were those of a man imperfectly educated, but still the language itself was forcible.In the expressions of endearment there was a kind of rough, wild love; but here and there were dark unintelligible hints at some secret not of love,--some secret that seemed of crime."We ought to love each other," was one of the sentences I remember, "for how everyone else would execrate us if all was known." Again:

"Don't let anyone be in the same room with you at night,--you talk in your sleep." And again: "What's done can't be undone; and Itell you there's nothing against us unless the dead could come to life." Here there was underlined in a better handwriting (a female's), "They do!" At the end of the letter latest in date the same female hand had written these words: "Lost at sea the 4th of June, the same day as--"I put down the letters, and began to muse over their contents.

Fearing, however, that the train of thought into which I fell might unsteady my nerves, I fully determined to keep my mind in a fit state to cope with whatever of marvelous the advancing night might bring forth.I roused myself; laid the letters on the table;stirred up the fire, which was still bright and cheering; and opened my volume of Macaulay.I read quietly enough till about half past eleven.I then threw myself dressed upon the bed, and told my servant he might retire to his own room, but must keep himself awake.I bade him leave open the door between the two rooms.Thus alone, I kept two candles burning on the table by my bed head.I placed my watch beside the weapons, and calmly resumed my Macaulay.Opposite to me the fire burned clear; and on the hearth rug, seemingly asleep, lay the dog.In about twenty minutes I felt an exceedingly cold air pass by my cheek, like a sudden draught.I fancied the door to my right, communicating with the landing place, must have got open; but no,--it was closed.I then turned my glance to my left, and saw the flame of the candles violently swayed as by a wind.At the same moment the watch beside the revolver softly slid from the table,--softly, softly; no visible hand,--it was gone.I sprang up, seizing the revolver with the one hand, the dagger with the other; I was not willing that my weapons should share the fate of the watch.Thus armed, I looked round the floor,--no sign of the watch.Three slow, loud, distinct knocks were now heard at the bed head; my servant called out, "Is that you, sir?""No; be on your guard."