Part 4 (2/2)
Silence. ”But never mind that. I have come to help you, and I can help you if you will do what I tell you. It is very simple: you must leave this house at once. Oh, never mind the difficulties; we will deal with those together. I can place another house at your disposal, or I would take the lease here off your hands, and later have it pulled down. Your case interests me greatly, and I mean to see you through, so that you have no anxiety, and can drop back into your old groove of work tomorrow! The drug has provided you, and therefore me, with a shortcut to a very interesting experience. I am grateful to you.”
The author poked the fire vigorously, emotion rising in him like a tide. He glanced towards the door nervously.
”There is no need to alarm your wife or to tell her the details of our conversation,” pursued the other quietly. ”Let her know that you will soon be in possession again of your sense of humour and your health, and explain that I am lending you another house for six months. Meanwhile I may have the right to use this house for a night or two for my experiment. Is that understood between us?”
”I can only thank you from the bottom of my heart,” stammered Pender, unable to find words to express his grat.i.tude.
Then he hesitated for a moment, searching the doctor's face anxiously.
”And your experiment with the house?” he said at length.
”Of the simplest character, my dear Mr. Pender. Although I am myself an artificially trained psychic, and consequently aware of the presence of discarnate ent.i.ties as a rule, I have so far felt nothing here at all.
This makes me sure that the forces acting here are of an unusual description. What I propose to do is to make an experiment with a view of drawing out this evil, coaxing it from its lair, so to speak, in order that it may _exhaust itself through me_ and become dissipated for ever. I have already been inoculated,” he added; ”I consider myself to be immune.”
”Heavens above!” gasped the author, collapsing on to a chair.
”h.e.l.l beneath! might be a more appropriate exclamation,” the doctor laughed. ”But, seriously, Mr. Pender, this is what I propose to do--with your permission.”
”Of course, of course,” cried the other, ”you have my permission and my best wishes for success. I can see no possible objection, but--”
”But what?”
”I pray to Heaven you will not undertake this experiment alone, will you?”
”Oh, dear, no; not alone.”
”You will take a companion with good nerves, and reliable in case of disaster, won't you?”
”I shall bring two companions,” the doctor said.
”Ah, that's better. I feel easier. I am sure you must have among your acquaintances men who--”
”I shall not think of bringing men, Mr. Pender.”
The other looked up sharply.
”No, or women either; or children.”
”I don't understand. Who will you bring, then?”
”Animals,” explained the doctor, unable to prevent a smile at his companion's expression of surprise--”two animals, a cat and a dog.”
Pender stared as if his eyes would drop out upon the floor, and then led the way without another word into the adjoining room where his wife was awaiting them for tea.
II
A few days later the humorist and his wife, with minds greatly relieved, moved into a small furnished house placed at their free disposal in another part of London; and John Silence, intent upon his approaching experiment, made ready to spend a night in the empty house on the top of Putney Hill. Only two rooms were prepared for occupation: the study on the ground floor and the bedroom immediately above it; all other doors were to be locked, and no servant was to be left in the house. The motor had orders to call for him at nine o'clock the following morning.
And, meanwhile, his secretary had instructions to look up the past history and a.s.sociations of the place, and learn everything he could concerning the character of former occupants, recent or remote.
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