Ephesian letters, philtres, spells or runes,
Nor aught of necromantic1 devilries
Yet thro' the power of new-found sciences
Before my searching gaze I bare your soul
And read the secret longings2 writ3 thereon.
Owing to Nestley's skilful4 treatment the squire5 soon recovered from his illness, but the fact of twice being laid upon a bed of sickness within a few weeks, showed how susceptible6 his constitution had become to the slightest ailment7, and how rapidly any such ailment might terminate with fatal results.
To a young and vigorous frame such slight indispositions would be comparatively unimportant, but the weak body of the old man, with its worn-out-organization, was able to develop these disorders8 in a most alarming tanner. The flame of life was very feeble, and it was only by the utmost watchfulness9 that it could be kept alive at all.
In spite of his settled conviction regarding incarnation in a new body, the squire seemed remarkably10 loth to leave his old one, and obeyed the doctor's orders in a most slavish manner, dreading11 lest by some chance his soul should slip away into the next world. He had accumulated a large fortune, which according to his delusion12 he hoped to enjoy when his soul had become incarnate13 in a new body, so he had no trouble on that score. His great desire was now to get his portrait finished, and to this end, in spite of his ill-health, he insisted upon leaving his bed and sitting to Beaumont according to his regular custom.
Basil having once more brought Nestley under his dominating will, determined14 to proceed at once in his hypnotic experiment, and at this final sitting judged it an admirable time to carry out his idea. All he wanted was an opportunity to introduce the subject without rousing the squire's suspicions, and the old man, during their conversation, speedily afforded him an opportunity of doing so.
They were in the drawing-room as usual, and the squire, looking more wrinkled and worn than ever, was seated in his arm-chair, while the artist dexterously15 put a line here and there on the painted face before him.
"You don't seem well this morning, Mr. Garsworth," said Beaumont, as the old man moved wearily in his chair.
"No, sir, I don't," retorted the squire in his harsh voice. "I don't expect I'll leave my bed again when I once go back to it."
"Oh, things are surely not so bad as that."
"I'm afraid they are," replied Garsworth, shaking his head. "I am anxious to go into a new body and leave this worn-out frame with its incessant16 pain."
"Are you in pain now?" asked Beaumont, sympathetically.
"Yes--I have a bad attack of neuralgia--the east wind always affects me more or less that way."
"I think I could do you some good."
"Nonsense--you're not a doctor?"
"I am not the rose, but I've lived near it, my dear sir," said Beaumont equably, "and I know something of therapeutics."
"A little knowledge is a dangerous thing," replied the old man sneeringly17.
"I can reply with another proverb," said Basil smiling. "A drowning man will clutch at a straw--so take me as your straw and see what I can do--I cannot cure you of your neuralgia, but I can give you some relief."
"In what way?"
"By hypnosis."
"Bah!--Mesmer and charlatanism18."
"Not at all--I have studied the subject, and I assure you there is more truth in it than you imagine. Mesmer was not altogether a charlatan19 remember--he was wiser than Cagliostro."
"Well--well--what do you propose to do?"
"Hypnotise you."
"And then?"
"Well--the neuralgia will go away after you've been in the trance some time, then I'll wake you and you can retire."
"But the portrait?"
"It won't affect the portrait in the least--I-can go on painting and you will be free from pain."
The squire hated pain, and was moreover very curious to test Beaumont's knowledge, so he consented to the idea.
"Go on, sir," he said grimly. "I don't object."
Beaumont nodded carelessly, delighted thus to have gained his end, and producing from his pocket a facetted piece of glass, he arose from his seat and walked over to the old man.
Taking up his position at one side of the chair he held the glittering object just above the squire's forehead.
"Look steadily21 at this," he said in a quiet tone, and on Garsworth doing so he waited silently for the result, which soon took place. The eyes became humid and brilliant, the gaze fixed22 and the pupils dilated23, until the old man fell into a cataleptic state. As the glass facet20 was still held in front of his eyes he soon passed into a lethargic24 condition and fell backward in his chair with a sigh.
Beaumont took the glass away with a feeling of relief, as he doubted being able to produce the hypnotic sleep so easily. He had now at his command a will-less automaton25 who would do what ever he was told. But this was not what Beaumont desired, as he was unable to suggest the secret to the helpless man before him, and without suggestion the automaton would not do anything. He wanted to change this lethargic sleep into a somnambulistic state, so that he could have the memory, the intelligence, and the imagination of the squire at his command. This he achieved by slightly rubbing his hand to and fro for a few minutes across the top of the head, and in obedience26 to the feeling produced by this Garsworth rapidly passed into a state of active somnambulism.
He arose from his chair, looked quickly from right to left, while Beaumont spoke27 to him, and during the conversation that followed, was in a state of perpetual movement. All that Beaumont had now to do was to suggest things to the somnambulist which would engender28 trains of thought, and these trains of thought would be speedily acted upon by volition29.
The tall figure in black swayed rapidly to and fro while Beaumont spoke in a clear, deliberate manner, suggesting the questions he wanted to be answered.
"You have a secret?"
"I have a secret," assented30 the somnambulist, in the same slow manner.
"You have arranged a certain affair so that you will be able to enjoy your present fortune during your next incarnation?"
"Yes."
"You think you have arranged everything necessary to carry out this idea?"
"I think so."
"State to yourself the whole scheme so that you can see you have forgotten nothing."
Garsworth remained silent for a moment, then began to talk rapidly.
"I have arranged everything in a proper manner. I am sure I have forgotten nothing. My will has been made some years, and in it I have left all my property to my natural son. Such natural son does not exist--at present he is a fictitious31 person. When I am re-incarnated he will become a reality. I will be my own natural son, and the property will pass to myself in the new body by the action of my will in this present body. It will be necessary for me in my new form to prove myself the person mentioned in the will. I do this in such new body by producing a certain paper and my seal ring, which I have safely hidden away. Retaining my memory during my next incarnation I go to the hiding-place, find the paper and the ring, produce them to the lawyer who holds my will, and having proved my identity as natural son, can become possessed32 of the property. Yes, everything is all right."
He ceased speaking and Beaumont, having listened attentively33, was much struck with the ingenuity34 of the idea expressed in the delusion. This, then, was the way in which he hoped to carry out his scheme. Was ever madman so whimsical? The artist did not see much chance of benefiting by the discovery so far, still if he saw the papers mentioned by the squire, there might be something in them which would prove useful. Yes; he would get the squire to show him the hiding-place of the papers.
"Your scheme is perfect," he said slowly, "but some one may find the hiding-place and steal the paper?"
"No, no," replied the somnambulist, in an exulting35 tone. "No chance of that. I've hidden it too well."
"Go and see if it is safe."
"Safe! safe! is that paper safe?" muttered the old man, with a frown. "I must see. I must see. But how can I go? I am too weak."
Beaumont instantly exerted his power by suggestion.
"You are very strong. Go at once and examine the paper."
Ordinarily the Squire used a crutch36 to walk with, but on hearing the remark about his strength from his hypnotiser, he at once became imbued37 with the hallucination that he was physically38 a vigorous man, and walked towards the door of the drawing-room with rapid, springy steps, followed by Beaumont.
The somnambulist lead the way up the stairs, paused for a moment on the first landing, then, turning round, walked towards the front of the house on the first floor. At this moment Patience Allerby came out of one of the rooms, and seeing the squire walking in such a rapid manner, and Beaumont following, looked at them both in alarm.
"Where are going sir?" she cried, as Garsworth brushed past her, and, putting out her hand, tried to grasp him. The slight touch she gave him appeared to cause the somnambulist suffering and break the hypnotic spell, for he paused at once. Alarmed lest the old man should awake, Beaumont gripped Patience by the wrist and dragged her back quickly.
"You are going for your papers?" he said to Garsworth.
"I am going for my papers," repeated the squire slowly, and then, in obedience to the impulse engendered39, went on again. Patience would have spoken, but a devilish look on Beaumont's face seemed to freeze her blood.
"Be silent," he said in a harsh whisper, shaking her wrist. "I will tell you all soon, but now be silent for your son's sake."
She wrenched40 herself free and shrank back into the shadow with a cry, while Beaumont, taking no further notice, quickly followed the squire who was now some distance ahead.
Garsworth opened a large folding-door that stood a short distance away from the stairs and which led into the ball-room of the Grange. Followed by the artist he went into the long, bare room, which stretched nearly the whole length of the front wing of the house, being lighted by eight large windows, looking out on to the park.
The room was chill and bleak41, every footfall awaking a responsive echo and leaving a mark on the grey dust that had accumulated on the floor for many years. The wall opposite the door was adorned42 with delicately-painted panels, representing the nine muses43, each female figure being twice life-size and rising from the floor to the arched roof, between each of the eight windows. At one end of the room the panels represented the three Graces, at the other the three Fates, while the remaining wall displayed nine goddesses of heathen mythology44. The arched roof was painted a deep blue, silvered with stars, but nowhere appeared any male form--nothing but the gracious female figures of Hellas were to be seen around.
The squire went straight to the extreme corner of the room, on the left hand of the door, and knelt down where there was a panel representing Clotho spinning the thread of life. He evidently touched a spring concealed45 in the gold-embossed frame of the panel, for it silently slid back, displaying a wall of rough stone. The upper blocks of stone appeared heavy and cumbersome46, but the lower ones were much smaller, and as Beaumont looked he saw Garsworth drag from its place a smallish stone in the lower centre of the wall, displaying only the rough place where it lay, but no cavity where anything could be hid. The squire, however, soon showed how ingenious was the hiding-place he had chosen, for on turning round the stone which he had taken out, there appeared a small hole hollowed out and from this the old man took a paper and a ring. He laid them down for a moment to lift the stone off his lap, but at this moment Beaumont, exerting his hypnotic power, said abruptly47:
"You are looking at the paper."
Under the influence of the hallucination produced, the squire looked earnestly at the stone on his lap, while Beaumont, picking up the real paper, glanced over it rapidly, examined the ring, then laid them both down again by the somnambulist.
"You should put them back," he suggested distinctly. Garsworth picked up the paper, and replacing it in the stone, put it once more in its former position, and then dragged the panel along till it clicked on the spring, thus resuming its former appearance. No one, to look at it, would think that such a large picture could be moved in any way, and even if the secret of the panel were discovered, Beaumont felt sure no one would think of examining the interior of the stone in the wall. Having now ascertained48 all he wanted to know, Beaumont's next care was to get the squire back to his former position and wake him, so that he would be unconscious of what he had done during his hypnotic sleep. To this end he bent49 forward to the kneeling figure on the floor.
"Mr. Beaumont is waiting to finish your picture."
"Yes, yes. I must have the picture done," said Garsworth, and, rising to his feet, he left the room, followed by Beaumont, who saw the white face of Patience peering from the shadow and frowning at him in a menacing manner.
Placing his finger on his lips to enforce silence, he glided50 past her down the wide stairs, across the hall and into the drawing-room, where he found the squire had once more re-established himself in his chair.
"Well," said Beaumont to himself, "there seems to be some chance of making use of this secret, but I can't do it without the help of Patience, so I must see her. Meanwhile, I'll wake the squire."
He crossed over to the squire and touched his face with his own cold hands, upon which the old man started violently.
He then spoke loudly into his ear:
"Mr. Garsworth!"
The somnambulist opened his eyes, and a confused expression appeared on his face as he looked at Beaumont.
"Do you feel better?" asked the artist, gently.
"Yes," answered the squire, slowly passing his hand over his forehead. "The pain is gone, but I feel very tired."
"It's always the case in hypnotism."
"How long have I been asleep?"
"About a quarter-of-an-hour," replied Beaumont, glancing at his watch. "Were you dreaming at all? Hypnotism usually produces dreams."
"Aha!" said Garsworth, cunningly, "I was dreaming of my secret. I did not speak in my sleep, did I?" he asked, in sudden terror.
"No, you were perfectly51 quiet," answered the artist, going back to his seat.
"I feel too tired to sit any more," observed Garsworth, rising with a great effort. "I must lie down. Hypnotism seems to exhaust the body very much."
"It does, of course; it acts physically."
The squire, with the aid of his stick, moved painfully to the door, leaving Beaumont smiling at the picture before him.
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