"Yes,yes,"herejoined,inanswertothefewwordsInowspoketotryandcalmhim,"don’tbeafraidaboutme。Afterwhatyouhavesaid,I’llanswerformyowncoolnessandcomposureunderallemergencies。IhavebeensolongusedtotheapparitionthatIhardlyfeelitspresenceatallexceptonrareoccasions。
Besides,Ihavehereinthislittlepacketoflettersthemedicineforeverymaladyofthesickheart。TheyareAda’sletters;Ireadthemtocalmmewhenevermymisfortuneseemstogetthebetterofmyendurance。Iwantedthathalfhourtoreadtheminto—nightbeforeyoucame,tomakemyselffittoseeyou,andIshallgothroughthemagainafteryouaregone;so,oncemore,don’tbeafraidaboutme。IknowIshallsucceedwithyourhelp,andAdashallthankyouasyoudeservetobethankedwhenwegetbacktoEngland。IfyouhearthefoolsatNaplestalkaboutmybeingmad,don’ttroubleyourselftocontradictthem;
thescandalissocontemptiblethatitmustendbycontradictingitself。"
Ilefthim,promisingtoreturnearlythenextday。
WhenIgotbacktomyhotel,IfeltthatanyideaofsleepingafterallthatIhadseenandheardwasoutofthequestion;soI
litmypipe,and,sittingbythewindow——howitrefreshedmymindjustthentolookatthecalmmoonlight!——triedtothinkwhatitwouldbebesttodo。Inthefirstplace,anyappealtodoctorsortoAlfred’sfriendsinEnglandwasoutofthequestion。Icouldnotpersuademyselfthathisintellectwassufficientlydisorderedtojustifyme,underexistingcircumstances,indisclosingthesecretwhichhehadintrustedtomykeeping。Inthesecondplace,allattemptsonmyparttoinducehimtoabandontheideaofsearchingouthisuncle’sremainswouldbeutterlyuselessafterwhatIhadincautiouslysaidtohim。Havingsettledthesetwoconclusions,theonlyreallygreatdifficultywhichremainedtoperplexmewaswhetherIwasjustifiedinaidinghimtoexecutehisextraordinarypurpose。
Supposingthat,withmyhelp,hefoundMr。Monkton’sbody,andtookitbackwithhimtoEngland,wasitrightinmethustolendmyselftopromotingthemarriagewhichwouldmostlikelyfollowtheseevents——amarriagewhichitmightbethedutyofeveryonetopreventatallhazards?Thissetmethinkingabouttheextentofhismadness,ortospeakmoremildlyandmorecorrectly,ofhisdelusion。Sanehecertainlywasonallordinarysubjects;
nay,inallthenarrativepartsofwhathehadsaidtomeonthisveryeveninghehadspokenclearlyandconnectedly。Asforthestoryoftheapparition,othermen,withintellectsasclearastheintellectsoftheirneighborshadfanciedthemselvespursuedbyaphantom,andhadevenwrittenaboutitinahighstrainofphilosophicalspeculation。ItwasplainthattherealhallucinationinthecasenowbeforemelayinMonkton’sconvictionofthetruthoftheoldprophecy,andinhisideathatthefanciedapparitionwasasupernaturalwarningtohimtoevadeitsdenunciations;anditwasequallyclearthatbothdelusionshadbeenproduced,inthefirstinstance,bythelonelylifehehadledactingonanaturallyexcitabletemperament,whichwasrenderedfurtherliabletomoraldiseasebyanhereditarytaintofinsanity。
Wasthiscurable?MissElmslie,whoknewhimfarbetterthanI
did,seemedbyherconducttothinkso。HadIanyreasonorrighttodetermineoffhandthatshewasmistaken?SupposingIrefusedtogotothefrontierwithhim,hewouldthenmostcertainlydepartbyhimself,tocommitallsortsoferrors,andperhapstomeetwithallsortsofaccidents;whileI,anidleman,withmytimeentirelyatmyowndisposal,wasstoppingatNaples,andleavinghimtohisfateafterIhadsuggestedtheplanofhisexpedition,andhadencouragedhimtoconfideinme。InthiswayIkeptturningthesubjectoverandoveragaininmymind,beingquitefree,letmeadd,fromlookingatitinanyotherthanapracticalpointofview。Ifirmlybelieved,asaderiderofallghoststories,thatAlfredwasdeceivinghimselfinfancyingthathehadseentheapparitionofhisunclebeforethenewsofMr。
Monkton’sdeathreachedEngland,andIwasonthisaccount,therefore,uninfluencedbytheslightestinfectionofmyunhappyfriend’sdelusionswhenIatlastfairlydecidedtoaccompanyhiminhisextraordinarysearch。Possiblymyharum—scarumfondnessforexcitementatthattimebiasedmealittleinformingmyresolution;butImustadd,incommonjusticetomyself,thatI
alsoactedfrommotivesofrealsympathyforMonkton,andfromasincerewishtoallay,ifIcould,theanxietyofthepoorgirlwhowasstillsofaithfullywaitingandhopingforhimfarawayinEngland。
Certainarrangementspreliminarytoourdeparture,whichIfoundmyselfobligedtomakeafterasecondinterviewwithAlfred,betrayedtheobjectofourjourneytomostofourNeapolitanfriends。Theastonishmentofeverybodywasofcourseunbounded,andthenearlyuniversalsuspicionthatImustbeasmadinmywayasMonktonhimselfshoweditselfprettyplainlyinmypresence。SomepeopleactuallytriedtocombatmyresolutionbytellingmewhatashamelessprofligateStephenMonktonhadbeen——asifIhadastrongpersonalinterestinhuntingouthisremains!Ridiculemovedmeaslittleasanyargumentsofthissort;mymindwasmadeup,andIwasasobstinatethenasIamnow。
Intwodays’timeIhadgoteverythingready,andhadorderedthetravelingcarriagetothedoorsomehoursearlierthanwehadoriginallysettled。Wewerejoviallythreatenedwith"apartingcheer"byallourEnglishacquaintances,andIthoughtitdesirabletoavoidthisonmyfriend’saccount;forhehadbeenmoreexcited,asitwas,bythepreparationsforthejourneythanIatallliked。Accordingly,soonaftersunrise,withoutasoulinthestreettostareatus,weprivatelyleftNaples。
Nobodywillwonder,Ithink,thatIexperiencedsomedifficultyinrealizingmyownposition,andshrankinstinctivelyfromlookingforwardasingledayintothefuture,whenInowfoundmyselfstarting,incompanywith"MadMonkton,"tohuntforthebodyofadeadduelistallalongthefrontierlineoftheRomanStates!
CHAPTERV。
IHADsettleditinmyownmindthatwehadbettermakethetownofFondi,closeonthefrontier,ourheadquarters,tobeginwith,andIhadarranged,withtheassistanceoftheembassy,thattheleadencoffinshouldfollowussofar,securelynailedupinitspacking—case。Besidesourpassports,wewerewellfurnishedwithlettersofintroductiontothelocalauthoritiesatmostoftheimportantfrontiertowns,and,tocrownall,wehadmoneyenoughatourcommand(thankstoMonkton’svastfortune)tomakesureoftheservicesofanyonewhomwewantedtoassistusallalongourlineofsearch。Thesevariousresourcesinsureduseveryfacilityforaction,providedalwaysthatwesucceededindiscoveringthebodyofthedeadduelist。But,intheveryprobableeventofourfailingtodothis,ourfutureprospects——moreespeciallyaftertheresponsibilityIhadundertaken——wereofanythingbutanagreeablenaturetocontemplate。IconfessIfeltuneasy,almosthopeless,asweposted,inthedazzlingItaliansunshine,alongtheroadtoFondi。
Wemadeaneasytwodays’journeyofit;forIhadinsisted,onMonkton’saccount,thatweshouldtravelslowly。
Onthefirstdaytheexcessiveagitationofmycompanionalittlealarmedme;heshowed,inmanyways,moresymptomsofadisorderedmindthanIhadyetobservedinhim。Onthesecondday,however,heseemedtogetaccustomedtocontemplatecalmlythenewideaofthesearchonwhichwewerebent,and,exceptononepoint,hewascheerfulandcomposedenough。Wheneverhisdeaduncleformedthesubjectofconversation,hestillpersisted——onthestrengthoftheoldprophecy,andundertheinfluenceoftheapparitionwhichhesaw,orthoughthesawalways——inassertingthatthecorpseofStephenMonkton,whereveritwas,layyetunburied。Oneveryothertopichedeferredtomewiththeutmostreadinessanddocility;onthishemaintainedhisstrangeopinionwithanobstinacywhichsetreasonandpersuasionalikeatdefiance。
OnthethirddaywerestedatFondi。Thepacking—case,withthecoffininit,reachedus,andwasdepositedinasafeplaceunderlockandkey。Weengagedsomemules,andfoundamantoactasguidewhoknewthecountrythoroughly。Itoccurredtomethatwehadbetterbeginbyconfidingtherealobjectofourjourneyonlytothemosttrustworthypeoplewecouldfindamongthebetter—educatedclasses。Forthisreasonwefollowed,inonerespect,theexampleofthefataldueling—party,bystarting,earlyonthemorningofthefourthday,withsketch—booksandcolor—boxes,asifwewereonlyartistsinsearchofthepicturesque。
AftertravelingsomehoursinanortherlydirectionwithintheRomanfrontier,wehaltedtorestourselvesandourmulesatawildlittlevillagefaroutofthetrackoftouristsingeneral。
Theonlypersonofthesmallestimportanceintheplacewasthepriest,andtohimIaddressedmyfirstinquiries,leavingMonktontoawaitmyreturnwiththeguide。IspokeItalianquitefluently,andcorrectlyenoughformypurpose,andwasextremelypoliteandcautiousinintroducingmybusiness,butinspiteofallthepainsItook,IonlysucceededinfrighteningandbewilderingthepoorpriestmoreandmorewitheveryfreshwordI
saidtohim。Theideaofadueling—partyandadeadmanseemedtoscarehimoutofhissenses。Hebowed,fidgeted,casthiseyesuptoheaven,andpiteouslyshrugginghisshoulders,toldme,withrapidItaliancircumlocution,thathehadnotthefaintestideaofwhatIwastalkingabout。Thiswasmyfirstfailure。IconfessIwasweakenoughtofeelalittledispiritedwhenIrejoinedMonktonandtheguide。
Aftertheheatofthedaywasoverweresumedourjourney。
Aboutthreemilesfromthevillage,theroad,orrathercart—track,branchedoffintwodirections。Thepathtotheright,ourguideinformedus,ledupamongthemountainstoaconventaboutsixmilesoff。IfwepenetratedbeyondtheconventweshouldsoonreachtheNeapolitanfrontier。ThepathtotheleftledfarinwardontheRomanterritory,andwouldconductustoasmalltownwherewecouldsleepforthenight。NowtheRomanterritorypresentedthefirstandfittestfieldforoursearch,andtheconventwasalwayswithinreach,supposingwereturnedtoFondiunsuccessful。Besides,thepathtotheleftledoverthewidestpartofthecountrywewerestartingtoexplore,andIwasalwaysforvanquishingthegreatestdifficultyfirst;sowedecidedmanfullyonturningtotheleft。Theexpeditioninwhichthisresolutioninvolveduslastedawholeweek,andproducednoresults。Wediscoveredabsolutelynothing,andreturnedtoourheadquartersatFondisocompletelybaffledthatwedidnotknowwhithertoturnourstepsnext。
IwasmademuchmoreuneasybytheeffectofourfailureonMonktonthanbythefailureitself。Hisresolutionappearedtobreakdownaltogetherassoonaswebegantoretraceoursteps。
Hebecamefirstfretfulandcapricious,thensilentanddesponding。Finally,hesankintoalethargyofbodyandmindthatseriouslyalarmedme。OnthemorningafterourreturntoFondiheshowedastrangetendencytosleepincessantly,whichmademesuspecttheexistenceofsomephysicalmaladyinhisbrain。Thewholedayhehardlyexchangedawordwithme,andseemedtobeneverfairlyawake。EarlythenextmorningIwentintohisroom,andfoundhimassilentandlethargicasever。Hisservant,whowaswithus,informedmethatAlfredhadonceortwicebeforeexhibitedsuchphysicalsymptomsofmentalexhaustionaswewerenowobservingduringhisfather’slifetimeatWincotAbbey。Thispieceofinformationmademefeeleasier,andleftmymindfreetoreturntotheconsiderationoftheerrandwhichhadbroughtustoFondi。
Iresolvedtooccupythetimeuntilmycompaniongotbetterinprosecutingoursearchbymyself。Thatpathtotherighthandwhichledtotheconventhadnotyetbeenexplored。IfIsetofftotraceit,IneednotbeawayfromMonktonmorethanonenight,andIshouldatleastbeable,onmyreturn,togivehimthesatisfactionofknowingthatonemoreuncertaintyregardingtheplaceoftheduelhadbeenclearedup。Theseconsiderationsdecidedme。IleftamessageformyfriendincaseheaskedwhereIhadgone,andsetoutoncemoreforthevillageatwhichwehadhaltedwhenstartingonourfirstexpedition。
Intendingtowalktotheconvent,Ipartedcompanywiththeguideandthemuleswherethetrackbranchedoff,leavingthemtogobacktothevillageandawaitmyreturn。
Forthefirstfourmilesthepathgentlyascendedthroughanopencountry,thenbecameabruptlymuchsteeper,andledmedeeperanddeeperamongthicketsandendlesswoods。BythetimemywatchinformedmethatImusthavenearlywalkedmyappointeddistance,theviewwasboundedonallsidesandtheskywasshutoutoverheadbyanimperviousscreenofleavesandbranches。Istillfollowedmyonlyguide,thesteeppath;andintenminutes,emergingsuddenlyonaplotoftolerablyclearandlevelground,Isawtheconventbeforeme。
Itwasadark,low,sinister—lookingplace。Notasignoflifeormovementwasvisibleanywhereaboutit。Greenstainsstreakedtheoncewhitefacadeofthechapelinalldirections。Mossclusteredthickineverycreviceoftheheavyscowlingwallthatsurroundedtheconvent。Longlankweedsgrewoutofthefissuresofroofandparapet,and,droopingfardownward,wavedwearilyinandoutofthebarreddormitorywindows。Theverycrossoppositetheentrance—gate,withashockinglife—sizedfigureinwoodnailedtoit,wassobesetatthebasewithcrawlingcreatures,andlookedsoslimy,green,androttenallthewayup,thatI
absolutelyshrankfromit。
Abell—ropewithabrokenhandlehungbythegate。Iapproachedit——hesitated,Ihardlyknewwhy——lookedupattheconventagain,andthenwalkedroundtothebackofthebuilding,partlytogaintimetoconsiderwhatIhadbetterdonext,partlyfromanunaccountablecuriositythaturgedme,strangelytomyself,toseeallIcouldoftheoutsideoftheplacebeforeIattemptedtogainadmissionatthegate。
AtthebackoftheconventIfoundanouthouse,builtontothewall——aclumsy,decayedbuilding,withthegreaterpartoftherooffallenin,andwithajaggedholeinoneofitssides,whereinallprobabilityawindowhadoncebeen。Behindtheouthousethetreesgrewthickerthanever。AsIlookedtowardthemIcouldnotdeterminewhetherthegroundbeyondmeroseorfell——whetheritwasgrassy,orearthy,orrocky。Icouldseenothingbuttheall—pervadingleaves,brambles,ferns,andlonggrass。
Notasoundbroketheoppressivestillness。Nobird’snoterosefromtheleafywildernessaroundme;novoicesspokeintheconventgardenbehindthescowlingwall;noclockstruckinthechapel—tower;nodogbarkedintheruinedouthouse。Thedeadsilencedeepenedthesolitudeoftheplaceinexpressibly。Ibegantofeelitweighingonmyspirits——themore,becausewoodswereneverfavoriteplaceswithmetowalkin。Thesortofpastoralhappinesswhichpoetsoftenrepresentwhentheysingoflifeinthewoodsnever,tomymind,hashalfthecharmoflifeonthemountainorintheplain。WhenIaminawood,Imisstheboundlesslovelinessofthesky,andthedelicioussoftnessthatdistancegivestotheearthlyviewbeneath。Ifeeloppressivelythechangewhichthefreeairsufferswhenitgetsimprisonedamongleaves,andIamalwaysawed,ratherthanpleased,bythatmysteriousstilllightwhichshineswithsuchastrangedimlusterindeepplacesamongtrees。Itmayconvictmeofwantoftasteandabsenceofduefeelingforthemarvelousbeautiesofvegetation,butImustfranklyownthatIneverpenetratefarintoawoodwithoutfindingthatthegettingoutofitagainisthepleasantestpartofmywalk——thegettingoutontothebarestdown,thewildesthill—side,thebleakestmountaintop——thegettingoutanywhere,sothatIcanseetheskyovermeandtheviewbeforemeasfarasmyeyecanreach。
AftersuchaconfessionasIhavenowmade,itwillappearsurprisingtonoonethatIshouldhavefeltthestrongestpossibleinclination,whileIstoodbytheruinedouthouse,toretracemystepsatonce,andmakethebestofmywayoutofthewood。Ihad,indeed,actuallyturnedtodepart,whentheremembranceoftheerrandwhichhadbroughtmetotheconventsuddenlystayedmyfeet。ItseemeddoubtfulwhetherIshouldbeadmittedintothebuildingifIrangthebell;andmorethandoubtful,ifIwereletin,whethertheinhabitantswouldbeabletoaffordmeanyclewtotheinformationofwhichIwasinsearch。However,itwasmydutytoMonktontoleavenomeansofhelpinghiminhisdesperateobjectuntried;soIresolvedtogoroundtothefrontoftheconventagain,andringatthegate—bellatallhazards。
BythemerestchanceIlookedupasIpassedthesideoftheouthousewherethejaggedholewas,andnoticedthatitwaspiercedratherhighinthewall。
AsIstoppedtoobservethis,theclosenessoftheatmosphereinthewoodseemedtobeaffectingmemoreunpleasantlythanever。
Iwaitedaminuteanduntiedmycravat。
Closeness?surelyitwassomethingmorethanthat。Theairwasevenmoredistastefultomynostrilsthantomylungs。Therewassomefaint,indescribablesmellloadingit——somesmellofwhichI
hadneverhadanypreviousexperience——somesmellwhichIthought(nowthatmyattentionwasdirectedtoit)grewmoreandmorecertainlytraceabletoitssourcethenearerIadvancedtotheouthouse,BythetimeIhadtriedtheexperimenttwoorthreetimes,andhadmademyselfsureofthisfact,mycuriositybecameexcited。
Therewereplentyoffragmentsofstoneandbricklyingaboutme。
Igatheredsomeofthemtogether,andpiledthemupbelowthehole,thenmountedtothetop,and,feelingratherashamedofwhatIwasdoing,peepedintotheouthouse。
ThesightofhorrorthatmetmyeyestheinstantIlookedthroughtheholeisaspresenttomymemorynowasifIhadbeheldityesterday。Icanhardlywriteofitatthisdistanceoftimewithoutathrilloftheoldterrorrunningthroughmeagaintotheheart。
Thefirstimpressionconveyedtome,asIlookedin,wasofalong,recumbentobject,tingedwithalightishbluecolorallover,extendedontrestles,andbearingacertainhideous,half—formedresemblancetothehumanfaceandfigure。Ilookedagain,andfeltcertainofit。Thereweretheprominencesoftheforehead,nose,andchin,dimlyshownasunderaveil——there,theroundoutlineofthechestandthehollowbelowit——there,thepointsoftheknees,andthestiff,ghastly,upturnedfeet。I
lookedagain,yetmoreattentively。Myeyesgotaccustomedtothedimlightstreaminginthroughthebrokenroof,andIsatisfiedmyself,judgingbythegreatlengthofthebodyfromheadtofoot,thatIwaslookingatthecorpseofaman——acorpsethathadapparentlyoncehadasheetspreadoverit,andthathadlainrottingonthetrestlesundertheopenskylongenoughforthelinentotakethelivid,light—bluetingeofmildewanddecaywhichnowcoveredit。
HowlongIremainedwithmyeyesfixedonthatdreadsightofdeath,onthattombless,terriblewreckofhumanity,poisoningthestillair,andseemingeventostainthefaintdescendinglightthatdisclosedit,Iknownot。Irememberadull,distantsoundamongthetrees,asifthebreezewererising——theslowcreepingonofthesoundtoneartheplacewhereIstood——thenoiselesswhirlingfallofadeadleafonthecorpsebelowme,throughthegapintheouthouseroof——andtheeffectofawakeningmyenergies,ofrelaxingtheheavystrainonmymind,whicheventheslightchangewroughtinthesceneIbeheldbythefallingleafproducedinmeimmediately。Idescendedtotheground,and,sittingdownontheheapofstones,wipedawaythethickperspirationwhichcoveredmyface,andwhichInowbecameawareofforthefirsttime。ItwassomethingmorethanthehideousspectacleunexpectedlyofferedtomyeyeswhichhadshakenmynervesasIfeltthattheywereshakennow。Monkton’spredictionthat,ifwesucceededindiscoveringhisuncle’sbody,weshouldfinditunburied,recurredtometheinstantIsawthetrestlesandtheirghastlyburden。IfeltassuredontheinstantthatI
hadfoundthedeadman——theoldprophecyrecurredtomymemory——astrangeyearningsorrow,avagueforebodingofill,aninexplicableterror,asIthoughtofthepoorladwhowasawaitingmyreturninthedistanttown,struckthroughmewithachillofsuperstitiousdread,robbedmeofmyjudgmentandresolution,andleftmewhenIhadatlastrecoveredmyself,weakanddizzy,asifIhadjustsufferedundersomepangofoverpoweringphysicalpain。
Ihastenedroundtotheconventgateandrangimpatientlyatthebell——waitedalittlewhileandrangagain——thenheardfootsteps。
Inthemiddleofthegate,justoppositemyface,therewasasmallslidingpanel,notmorethanafewincheslong;thiswaspresentlypushedasidefromwithin。Isaw,throughabitofirongrating,twodull,lightgrayeyesstaringvacantlyatme,andheardafeeblehuskyvoicesaying:
"Whatmayyoupleasetowant?’
"Iamatraveler——"Ibegan。
"Weliveinamiserableplace。Wehavenothingtoshowtravelershere。"
"Idon’tcometoseeanything。Ihaveanimportantquestiontoask,whichIbelievesomeoneinthisconventwillbeabletoanswer。Ifyouarenotwillingtoletmein,atleastcomeoutandspeaktomehere。"
"Areyoualone?"
"Quitealone。"
"Aretherenowomenwithyou?"
"None。"
Thegatewasslowlyunbarred,andanoldCapuchin,veryinfirm,verysuspicious,andverydirty,stoodbeforeme。Iwasfartooexcitedandimpatienttowasteanytimeinprefatoryphrases;so,tellingthemonkatoncehowIhadlookedthroughtheholeintheouthouse,andwhatIhadseeninside,Iaskedhim,inplainterms,whothemanhadbeenwhosecorpseIhadbeheld,andwhythebodywasleftunburied?
TheoldCapuchinlistenedtomewithwateryeyesthattwinkledsuspiciously。Hehadabatteredtinsnuff—boxinhishand,andhisfingerandthumbslowlychasedafewscatteredgrainsofsnuffroundandroundtheinsideoftheboxallthetimeIwasspeaking。WhenIhaddone,heshookhisheadandsaid:"Thatwascertainlyanuglysightintheirouthouse;oneoftheugliestsights,hefeltsure,thateverIhadseeninallmylife!"
"Idon’twanttotalkofthesight,"Irejoined,impatiently;"I
wanttoknowwhothemanwas,howhedied,andwhyheisnotdecentlyburied。Canyoutellme?"
Themonk’sfingerandthumbhavingcapturedthreeorfourgrainsofsnuffatlast,heslowlydrewthemintohisnostrils,holdingtheboxopenunderhisnosethewhile,topreventthepossibilityofwastingevenonegrain,sniffedonceortwiceluxuriously——closedthebox——thenlookedatmeagainwithhiseyeswateringandtwinklingmoresuspiciouslythanbefore。
"Yes,"saidthemonk,"that’sanuglysightinourouthouse——averyuglysight,certainly!"
Ineverhadmoredifficultyinkeepingmytemperinmylifethanatthatmoment。Isucceeded,however,inrepressingaverydisrespectfulexpressiononthesubjectofmonksingeneral,whichwasonthetipofmytongue,andmadeanotherattempttoconquertheoldman’sexasperatingreserve。Fortunatelyformychancesofsucceedingwithhim,Iwasasnuff—takermyself,andI
hadaboxfullofexcellentEnglishsnuffinmypocket,whichI
nowproducedasabribe。Itwasmylastresource。
"Ithoughtyourboxseemedemptyjustnow,"saidI;"willyoutryapinchoutofmine?"
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