Part 10 (1/2)

There is no fear of its doing you any harm now.”

He seemed to be by no means overjoyed at the intelligence.

”Things always happen so with me,” he said moodily. ”Now, if another fellow was feverish and delirious he would surely be in some danger, and yet you will tell me that I am in none. Look at this, now.” He bared his chest and showed me a puckered wound over the region of the heart.

”That's where the jezail bullet of a Hillman went in. You would think that was in the right spot to settle a man, and yet what does it do but glance upon a rib, and go clean round and out at the back, without so much as penetrating what you medicos call the pleura. Did ever you hear of such a thing?”

”You were certainly born under a lucky star,” I observed, with a smile.

”That's a matter of opinion,” he answered, shaking his head. ”Death has no terrors for me, if it will but come in some familiar form, but I confess that the antic.i.p.ation of some strange, some preternatural form of death is very terrible and unnerving.”

”You mean,” said I, rather puzzled at his remark, ”that you would prefer a natural death to a death by violence?”

”No, I don't mean that exactly,” he answered. ”I am too familiar with cold steel and lead to be afraid of either. Do you know anything about odyllic force, doctor?”

”No, I do not,” I replied, glancing sharply at him to see if there were any signs of his delirium returning. His expression was intelligent, however, and the feverish flush had faded from his cheeks.

”Ah, you Western scientific men are very much behind the day in some things,” he remarked. ”In all that is material and conducive to the comfort of the body you are pre-eminent, but in what concerns the subtle forces of Nature and the latent powers of the human spirit your best men are centuries behind the humblest coolies of India. Countless generations of beef-eating, comfort loving ancestors have given our animal instincts the command over our spiritual ones. The body, which should have been a mere tool for the use of the soul, has now become a degrading prison in which it is confined. The Oriental soul and body are not so welded together as ours are, and there is far less wrench when they part in death.”

”They do not appear to derive much benefit from this peculiarity in their organisation,” I remarked incredulously.

”Merely the benefit of superior knowledge,” the general answered. ”If you were to go to India, probably the very first thing you would see in the way of amus.e.m.e.nt would be a native doing what is called the mango trick. Of course you have heard or read of it. The fellow plants a mango seed, and makes pa.s.ses over it until it sprouts and bears leaves and fruit--all in the s.p.a.ce of half-an-hour. It is not really a trick--it is a power. These men know more than your Tyndalls or Huxleys do about Nature's processes, and they can accelerate or r.e.t.a.r.d her workings by subtle means of which we have no conception. These low-caste conjurers--as they are called--are mere vulgar dabblers, but the men who have trod the higher path are as far superior to us in knowledge as we are to the Hottentots or Patagonians.”

”You speak as if you were well acquainted with them,” I remarked.

”To my cost, I am,” he answered. ”I have been brought in contact with them in a way in which I trust no other poor chap ever will be. But, really, as regards odyllic force, you ought to know something of it, for it has a great future before it in your profession. You should read Reichcnbach's 'Researches on Magnetism and Vital Force,' and Gregory's 'Letters on Animal Magnetism.' These, supplemented by the twenty-seven Aphorisms of Mesmer, and the works of Dr. Justinus Kerner, of Weinsberg, would enlarge your ideas.”

I did not particularly relish having a course of reading prescribed for me on a subject connected with my own profession, so I made no comment, but rose to take my departure. Before doing so I felt his pulse once more, and found that the fever had entirely left him in the sudden, unaccountable fas.h.i.+on which is peculiar to these malarious types of disease.

I turned my face towards him to congratulate him upon his improvement, and stretched out my hand at the same time to pick my gloves from the table, with the result that I raised not only my own property, but also the linen cloth which was arranged over some object in the centre.

I might not have noticed what I had done had I not seen an angry look upon the invalid's face and heard him utter an impatient exclamation.

I at once turned, and replaced the cloth so promptly that I should have been unable to say what was underneath it, beyond having a general impression that it looked like a bride-cake.

”All right, doctor,” the general said good-humouredly, perceiving how entirely accidental the incident was. ”There is no reason why you should not see it,” and stretching out his hand, he pulled away the linen covering for the second time.

I then perceived that what I had taken for a bride-cake was really an admirably executed model of a lofty range of mountains, whose snow-clad peaks were not unlike the familiar sugar pinnacles and minarets.

”These are the Himalayas, or at least the Surinam branch of them,” he remarked, ”showing the princ.i.p.al pa.s.ses between India and Afghanistan.

It is an excellent model. This ground has a special interest for me, because it is the scene of my first campaign. There is the pa.s.s opposite Kalabagh and the Thul valley, where I was engaged during the summer of 1841 in protecting the convoys and keeping the Afridis in order. It wasn't a sinecure, I promise you.”

”And this,” said I, indicating a blood-red spot which had been marked on one side of the pa.s.s which he had pointed out--”this is the scene of some fight in which you were engaged.”

”Yes, we had a skirmish there,” he answered, leaning forward and looking at the red mark. ”We were attacked by--”

At this moment he fell back upon his pillow as if he had been shot, while the same look of horror came over his face which I had observed when I first entered the room. At the same instant there came, apparently from the air immediately above his bed, a sharp, ringing, tinkling sound, which I can only compare with the noise made by a bicycle alarm, though it differed from this in having a distinctly throbbing character. I have never, before or since, heard any sound which could be confounded with it.

I stared round in astonishment, wondering where it could have come from, but without perceiving anything to which it could be ascribed.