'Do you know, Austin,' said Villiers, as the two friends were pacing sedately1 along Piccadilly one pleasant morning in May, 'do you know I am convinced that what you told me about Paul Street and the Herberts is a mere2 episode in an extraordinary history? I may as well confess to you that when I asked you about Herbert a few months ago I had just seen him.'
'You had seen him? Where?'
'He begged of me in the street one night. He was in the most pitiable plight3, but I recognized the man, and I got him to tell me his history, or at least the outline of it. In brief, it amounted to this—he had been ruined by his wife.'
'In what manner?'
'He would not tell me; he would only say that she had destroyed him, body and soul. The man is dead now.'
'And what has become of his wife?'[208]
'Ah, that's what I should like to know, and I mean to find her sooner or later. I know a man named Clarke, a dry fellow, in fact a man of business, but shrewd enough. You understand my meaning; not shrewd in the mere business sense of the word, but a man who really knows something about men and life. Well, I laid the case before him, and he was evidently impressed. He said it needed consideration, and asked me to come again in the course of a week. A few days later I received this extraordinary letter.'
'My dear Villiers,—I have thought over the matter on which you consulted me the other night, and my advice to you is this. Throw the portrait into the fire, blot5 out the story from your mind. Never give it another thought, Villiers, or you will be sorry. You will think, no doubt, that I am in possession of some secret information, and to a certain extent that is the case. But I only know a little; I am like a traveller who has peered over an abyss, and has drawn6 back in terror. What I know is strange enough and horrible enough, but beyond my knowledge there are depths and horrors more frightful7 still, more incredible than any tale told of winter nights about the fire. I have resolved, and nothing shall shake that resolve, to explore no whit8 farther, and if you value your happiness you will make the same determination.
'Come and see me by all means; but we will talk on more cheerful topics than this.'
Austin folded the letter methodically, and returned it to Villiers.[209]
'It is certainly an extraordinary letter,' he said; 'what does he mean by the portrait?'
'Ah! I forgot to tell you I have been to Paul Street and have made a discovery.'
Villiers told his story as he had told it to Clarke, and Austin listened in silence. He seemed puzzled.
'How very curious that you should experience such an unpleasant sensation in that room!' he said at length. 'I hardly gather that it was a mere matter of the imagination; a feeling of repulsion, in short.'
'No, it was more physical than mental. It was as if I were inhaling9 at every breath some deadly fume10, which seemed to penetrate11 to every nerve and bone and sinew of my body. I felt racked from head to foot, my eyes began to grow dim; it was like the entrance of death.'
'Yes, yes, very strange, certainly. You see, your friend confesses that there is some very black story connected with this woman. Did you notice any particular emotion in him when you were telling your tale?'
'Yes, I did. He became very faint, but he assured me that it was a mere passing attack to which he was subject.'
'Did you believe him?'
'I did at the time, but I don't now. He heard what I had to say with a good deal of indifference12, till I showed him the portrait. It was then he was seized with the attack of which I spoke13. He looked ghastly, I assure you.'
'Then he must have seen the woman before. But there might be another explanation; it might have been the name, and not the face, which was familiar to him. What do you think?'[210]
'I couldn't say. To the best of my belief it was after turning the portrait in his hands that he nearly dropped from his chair. The name, you know, was written on the back.'
'Quite so. After all, it is impossible to come to any resolution in a case like this. I hate melodrama14, and nothing strikes me as more commonplace and tedious than the ordinary ghost story of commerce; but really, Villiers, it looks as if there were something very queer at the bottom of all this.'
The two men had, without noticing it, turned up Ashley Street, leading northward15 from Piccadilly. It was a long street, and rather a gloomy one, but here and there a brighter taste had illuminated16 the dark houses with flowers, and gay curtains, and a cheerful paint on the doors. Villiers glanced up as Austin stopped speaking, and looked at one of these houses; geraniums, red and white, drooped17 from every sill, and daffodil-coloured curtains were draped back from each window.
'It looks cheerful, doesn't it?' he said.
'Yes, and the inside is still more cheery. One of the pleasantest houses of the season, so I have heard. I haven't been there myself, but I've met several men who have, and they tell me it's uncommonly18 jovial19.'
'Whose house is it?'
'A Mrs. Beaumont's.'
'And who is she?'
'I couldn't tell you. I have heard she comes from South America, but, after all, who she is is of little consequence. She is a very wealthy woman, there's no doubt of that, and some of the best people have taken her up. I hear she has some wonderful claret, really[211] marvellous wine, which must have cost a fabulous20 sum. Lord Argentine was telling me about it; he was there last Sunday evening. He assures me he has never tasted such a wine, and Argentine, as you know, is an expert. By the way, that reminds me, she must be an oddish sort of woman, this Mrs. Beaumont. Argentine asked her how old the wine was, and what do you think she said? "About a thousand years, I believe." Lord Argentine thought she was chaffing him, you know, but when he laughed she said she was speaking quite seriously, and offered to show him the jar. Of course, he couldn't say anything more after that; but it seems rather antiquated21 for a beverage22, doesn't it? Why, here we are at my rooms. Come in, won't you?'
'Thanks, I think I will. I haven't seen the curiosity-shop for some time.'
It was a room furnished richly, yet oddly, where every chair and bookcase and table, and every rug and jar and ornament23 seemed to be a thing apart, preserving each its own individuality.
'Anything fresh lately?' said Villiers after a while.
'No; I think not; you saw those queer jugs24, didn't you? I thought so. I don't think I have come across anything for the last few weeks.'
Austin glanced round the room from cupboard to cupboard, from shelf to shelf, in search of some new oddity. His eyes fell at last on an old chest, pleasantly and quaintly25 carved, which stood in a dark corner of the room.
'Ah,' he said, 'I was forgetting, I have got something to show you.' Austin unlocked the chest, drew out a thick quarto volume, laid it on the table, and resumed the cigar he had put down.[212]
'Did you know Arthur Meyrick the painter, Villiers?'
'A little; I met him two or three times at the house of a friend of mine. What has become of him? I haven't heard his name mentioned for some time.'
'He's dead.'
'You don't say so! Quite young, wasn't he?'
'Yes; only thirty when he died.'
'What did he die of?'
'I don't know. He was an intimate friend of mine, and a thoroughly26 good fellow. He used to come here and talk to me for hours, and he was one of the best talkers I have met. He could even talk about painting, and that's more than can be said of most painters. About eighteen months ago he was feeling rather overworked, and partly at my suggestion he went off on a sort of roving expedition, with no very definite end or aim about it. I believe New York was to be his first port, but I never heard from him. Three months ago I got this book, with a very civil letter from an English doctor practising at Buenos Ayres, stating that he had attended the late Mr. Meyrick during his illness, and that the deceased had expressed an earnest wish that the enclosed packet should be sent to me after his death. That was all.'
'And haven't you written for further particulars?'
'I have been thinking of doing so. You would advise me to write to the doctor?'
'Certainly. And what about the book?'
'It was sealed up when I got it. I don't think the doctor had seen it.'
'It is something very rare? Meyrick was a collector, perhaps?'[213]
'No, I think not, hardly a collector. Now, what do you think of those Ainu jugs?'
'Yes, yes, to be sure. The fact is, it's rather a peculiar sort of thing, and I haven't shown it to any one. I wouldn't say anything about it if I were you. There it is.'
'It isn't a printed volume then?' he said.
'No. It is a collection of drawings in black and white by my poor friend Meyrick.'
Villiers turned to the first page, it was blank; the second bore a brief inscription30, which he read:
Silet per diem universus, nec sine horrore secretus est; lucet nocturnis ignibus, chorus ?gipanum undique personatur: audiuntur et cantus tibiarum, et tinnitus cymbalorum per oram maritimam.
On the third page was a design which made Villiers start and look up at Austin; he was gazing abstractedly out of the window. Villiers turned page after page, absorbed, in spite of himself, in the frightful Walpurgis Night of evil, strange monstrous31 evil, that the dead artist had set forth32 in hard black and white. The figures of Fauns and Satyrs and ?gipans danced before his eyes, the darkness of the thicket33, the dance on the mountain-top, the scenes by lonely shores, in green vineyards, by rocks and desert places, passed before him: a world before which the human soul seemed to shrink back and shudder34. Villiers whirled over the remaining pages; he had seen enough, but the picture on the[214] last leaf caught his eye, as he almost closed the book.
'Austin!'
'Well, what is it?'
'Do you know who that is?'
It was a woman's face, alone on the white page.
'Know who it is? No, of course not.'
'I do.'
'Who is it?'
'It is Mrs. Herbert.'
'Are you sure?'
'But what do you think of the designs?'
'They are frightful. Lock the book up again, Austin. If I were you I would burn it; it must be a terrible companion even though it be in a chest.'
'Yes, they are singular drawings. But I wonder what connection there could be between Meyrick and Mrs. Herbert, or what link between her and these designs?'
'Ah, who can say? It is possible that the matter may end here, and we shall never know, but in my own opinion this Helen Vaughan, or Mrs. Herbert, is only the beginning. She will come back to London, Austin; depend upon it, she will come back, and we shall hear more about her then. I don't think it will be very pleasant news.'
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