Dr Porho?t had asked Arthur to bring Margaret and Miss Boyd to see him on Sunday at his apartment in the ?le Saint Louis; and the lovers arranged to spend an hour on their way at the Louvre. Susie, invited to accompany them, preferred independence and her own reflections.
To avoid the crowd which throngs1 the picture galleries on holidays, they went to that part of the museum where ancient sculpture is kept. It was comparatively empty, and the long halls had the singular restfulness of places where works of art are gathered together. Margaret was filled with a genuine emotion; and though she could not analyse it, as Susie, who loved to dissect2 her state of mind, would have done, it strangely exhilarated her. Her heart was uplifted from the sordidness3 of earth, and she had a sensation of freedom which was as delightful4 as it was indescribable. Arthur had never troubled himself with art till Margaret's enthusiasm taught him that there was a side of life he did not realize. Though beauty meant little to his practical nature, he sought, in his great love for Margaret, to appreciate the works which excited her to such charming ecstasy5. He walked by her side with docility6 and listened, not without deference7, to her outbursts. He admired the correctness of Greek anatomy8, and there was one statue of an athlete which attracted his prolonged attention, because the muscles were indicated with the precision of a plate in a surgical9 textbook. When Margaret talked of the Greeks' divine repose10 and of their blitheness11, he thought it very clever because she said it; but in a man it would have aroused his impatience12.
Yet there was one piece, the charming statue known as _La Diane de Gabies_, which moved him differently, and to this presently he insisted on going. With a laugh Margaret remonstrated13, but secretly she was not displeased14. She was aware that his passion for this figure was due, not to its intrinsic beauty, but to a likeness15 he had discovered in it to herself.
It stood in that fair wide gallery where is the mocking faun, with his inhuman16 savour of fellowship with the earth which is divine, and the sightless Homer. The goddess had not the arrogance17 of the huntress who loved Endymion, nor the majesty18 of the cold mistress of the skies. She was in the likeness of a young girl, and with collected gesture fastened her cloak. There was nothing divine in her save a sweet strange spirit of virginity. A lover in ancient Greece, who offered sacrifice before this fair image, might forget easily that it was a goddess to whom he knelt, and see only an earthly maid fresh with youth and chastity and loveliness. In Arthur's eyes Margaret had all the exquisite20 grace of the statue, and the same unconscious composure; and in her also breathed the spring odours of ineffable21 purity. Her features were chiselled22 with the clear and divine perfection of this Greek girl's; her ears were as delicate and as finely wrought23. The colour of her skin was so tender that it reminded you vaguely24 of all beautiful soft things, the radiance of sunset and the darkness of the night, the heart of roses and the depth of running water. The goddess's hand was raised to her right shoulder, and Margaret's hand was as small, as dainty, and as white.
'Don't be so foolish,' said she, as Arthur looked silently at the statue.
He turned his eyes slowly, and they rested upon her. She saw that they were veiled with tears.
'What on earth's the matter?'
'I wish you weren't so beautiful,' he answered, awkwardly, as though he could scarcely bring himself to say such foolish things. 'I'm so afraid that something will happen to prevent us from being happy. It seems too much to expect that I should enjoy such extraordinarily25 good luck.'
She had the imagination to see that it meant much for the practical man so to express himself. Love of her drew him out of his character, and, though he could not resist, he resented the effect it had on him. She found nothing to reply, but she took his hand.
'Everything has gone pretty well with me so far,' he said, speaking almost to himself. 'Whenever I've really wanted anything, I've managed to get it. I don't see why things should go against me now.'
He was trying to reassure27 himself against an instinctive28 suspicion of the malice29 of circumstances. But he shook himself and straightened his back.
'It's stupid to be so morbid30 as that,' he muttered.
Margaret laughed. They walked out of the gallery and turned to the quay31. By crossing the bridge and following the river, they must come eventually to Dr. Porho?t's house.
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Meanwhile Susie wandered down the Boulevard Saint Michel, alert with the Sunday crowd, to that part of Paris which was dearest to her heart. L'?le Saint Louis to her mind offered a synthesis of the French spirit, and it pleased her far more than the garish32 boulevards in which the English as a rule seek for the country's fascination33. Its position on an island in the Seine gave it a compact charm. The narrow streets, with their array of dainty comestibles, had the look of streets in a provincial34 town. They had a quaintness35 which appealed to the fancy, and they were very restful. The names of the streets recalled the monarchy36 that passed away in bloodshed, and in _poudre de riz_. The very plane trees had a greater sobriety than elsewhere, as though conscious they stood in a Paris where progress was not. In front was the turbid37 Seine, and below, the twin towers of Notre Dame38. Susie could have kissed the hard paving stones of the quay. Her good-natured, plain face lit up as she realized the delight of the scene upon which her eyes rested; and it was with a little pang39, her mind aglow40 with characters and events from history and from fiction, that she turned away to enter Dr Porho?t's house.
She was pleased that the approach did not clash with her fantasies. She mounted a broad staircase, dark but roomy, and, at the command of the _concierge_, rang a tinkling41 bell at one of the doorways42 that faced her. Dr Porho?t opened in person..
'Arthur and Mademoiselle are already here,' he said, as he led her in.
They went through a prim43 French dining-room, with much woodwork and heavy scarlet44 hangings, to the library. This was a large room, but the bookcases that lined the walls, and a large writing-table heaped up with books, much diminished its size. There were books everywhere. They were stacked on the floor and piled on every chair. There was hardly space to move. Susie gave a cry of delight.
'Now you mustn't talk to me. I want to look at all your books.'
'You could not please me more,' said Dr Porho?t, 'but I am afraid they will disappoint you. They are of many sorts, but I fear there are few that will interest an English young lady.'
He looked about his writing-table till he found a packet of cigarettes. He gravely offered one to each of his guests. Susie was enchanted45 with the strange musty smell of the old books, and she took a first glance at them in general. For the most part they were in paper bindings, some of them neat enough, but more with broken backs and dingy46 edges; they were set along the shelves in serried47 rows, untidily, without method or plan. There were many older ones also in bindings of calf48 and pigskin, treasure from half the bookshops in Europe; and there were huge folios like Prussian grenadiers; and tiny Elzevirs, which had been read by patrician49 ladies in Venice. Just as Arthur was a different man in the operating theatre, Dr Porho?t was changed among his books. Though he preserved the amiable50 serenity51 which made him always so attractive, he had there a diverting brusqueness of demeanour which contrasted quaintly52 with his usual calm.
'I was telling these young people, when you came in, of an ancient Koran which I was given in Alexandria by a learned man whom I operated upon for cataract53.' He showed her a beautifully-written Arabic work, with wonderful capitals and headlines in gold. 'You know that it is almost impossible for an infidel to acquire the holy book, and this is a particularly rare copy, for it was written by Ka?t Bey, the greatest of the Mameluke Sultans.'
He handled the delicate pages as a lover of flowers would handle rose-leaves.
'And have you much literature on the occult sciences?' asked Susie.
Dr Porho?t smiled.
'I venture to think that no private library contains so complete a collection, but I dare not show it to you in the presence of our friend Arthur. He is too polite to accuse me of foolishness, but his sarcastic54 smile would betray him.'
Susie went to the shelves to which he vaguely waved, and looked with a peculiar55 excitement at the mysterious array. She ran her eyes along the names. It seemed to her that she was entering upon an unknown region of romance. She felt like an adventurous56 princess who rode on her palfrey into a forest of great bare trees and mystic silences, where wan26, unearthly shapes pressed upon her way.
'I thought once of writing a life of that fantastic and grandiloquent57 creature, Philippus Aureolus Theophrastus Paracelsus Bombast58 von Hohenheim,' said Dr Porho?t, 'and I have collected many of his books.'
He took down a slim volume in duodecimo, printed in the seventeenth century, with queer plates, on which were all manner of cabbalistic signs. The pages had a peculiar, musty odour. They were stained with iron-mould.
'Here is one of the most interesting works concerning the black art. It is the _Grimoire of Honorius_, and is the principal text-book of all those who deal in the darkest ways of the science.'
Then he pointed59 out the _Hexameron_ of Torquemada and the _Tableau de l'Inconstance des Démons_, by Delancre; he drew his finger down the leather back of Delrio's _Disquisitiones Magicae_ and set upright the _Pseudomonarchia Daemonorum_ of Wierus; his eyes rested for an instant on Hauber's _Acta et Scripta Magica_, and he blew the dust carefully off the most famous, the most infamous60, of them all, Sprenger's _Malleus Malefikorum_.
'Here is one of my greatest treasures. It is the _Clavicula Salomonis_; and I have much reason to believe that it is the identical copy which belonged to the greatest adventurer of the eighteenth century, Jacques Casanova. You will see that the owner's name had been cut out, but enough remains61 to indicate the bottom of the letters; and these correspond exactly with the signature of Casanova which I have found at the Bibliothéque Nationale. He relates in his memoirs62 that a copy of this book was seized among his effects when he was arrested in Venice for traffic in the black arts; and it was there, on one of my journeys from Alexandria, that I picked it up.'
He replaced the precious work, and his eye fell on a stout63 volume bound in vellum.
'I had almost forgotten the most wonderful, the most mysterious, of all the books that treat of occult science. You have heard of the Kabbalah, but I doubt if it is more than a name to you.'
'I know nothing about it at all,' laughed Susie, 'except that it's all very romantic and extraordinary and ridiculous.'
'This, then, is its history. Moses, who was learned in all the wisdom of Egypt, was first initiated64 into the Kabbalah in the land of his birth; but became most proficient65 in it during his wanderings in the wilderness66. Here he not only devoted67 the leisure hours of forty years to this mysterious science, but received lessons in it from an obliging angel. By aid of it he was able to solve the difficulties which arose during his management of the Israelites, notwithstanding the pilgrimages, wars, and miseries69 of that most unruly nation. He covertly70 laid down the principles of the doctrine71 in the first four books of the Pentateuch, but withheld72 them from Deuteronomy. Moses also initiated the Seventy Elders into these secrets, and they in turn transmitted them from hand to hand. Of all who formed the unbroken line of tradition, David and Solomon were the most deeply learned in the Kabbalah. No one, however, dared to write it down till Schimeon ben Jochai, who lived in the time of the destruction of Jerusalem; and after his death the Rabbi Eleazar, his son, and the Rabbi Abba, his secretary, collected his manuscripts and from them composed the celebrated73 treatise74 called _Zohar_.'
'And how much do you believe of this marvellous story?' asked Arthur Burdon.
'Not a word,' answered Dr Porho?t, with a smile. 'Criticism has shown that _Zohar_ is of modern origin. With singular effrontery75, it cites an author who is known to have lived during the eleventh century, mentions the Crusades, and records events which occurred in the year of Our Lord 1264. It was some time before 1291 that copies of _Zohar_ began to be circulated by a Spanish Jew named Moses de Leon, who claimed to possess an autograph manuscript by the reputed author Schimeon ben Jochai. But when Moses de Leon was gathered to the bosom76 of his father Abraham, a wealthy Hebrew, Joseph de Avila, promised the scribe's widow, who had been left destitute77, that his son should marry her daughter, to whom he would pay a handsome dowry, if she would give him the original manuscript from which these copies were made. But the widow (one can imagine with what gnashing of teeth) was obliged to confess that she had no such manuscript, for Moses de Leon had composed _Zohar_ out of his own head, and written it with his own right hand.'
Arthur got up to stretch his legs. He gave a laugh.
'I never know how much you really believe of all these things you tell us. You speak with such gravity that we are all taken in, and then it turns out that you've been laughing at us.'
'My dear friend, I never know myself how much I believe,' returned Dr Porho?t.
'I wonder if it is for the same reason that Mr Haddo puzzles us so much,' said Susie.
'Ah, there you have a case that is really interesting,' replied the doctor. 'I assure you that, though I know him fairly intimately, I have never been able to make up my mind whether he is an elaborate practical joker, or whether he is really convinced he has the wonderful powers to which he lays claim.'
'We certainly saw things last night that were not quite normal,' said Susie. 'Why had that serpent no effect on him though it was able to kill the rabbit instantaneously? And how are you going to explain the violent trembling of that horse, Mr. Burdon?'
'I can't explain it,' answered Arthur, irritably78, 'but I'm not inclined to attribute to the supernatural everything that I can't immediately understand.'
'I don't know what there is about him that excites in me a sort of horror,' said Margaret. 'I've never taken such a sudden dislike to anyone.'
She was too reticent79 to say all she felt, but she had been strangely affected80 last night by the recollection of Haddo's words and of his acts. She had awakened81 more than once from a nightmare in which he assumed fantastic and ghastly shapes. His mocking voice rang in her ears, and she seemed still to see that vast bulk and the savage82, sensual face. It was like a spirit of evil in her path, and she was curiously83 alarmed. Only her reliance on Arthur's common sense prevented her from giving way to ridiculous terrors.
'I've written to Frank Hurrell and asked him to tell me all he knows about him,' said Arthur. 'I should get an answer very soon.'
'I wish we'd never come across him,' cried Margaret vehemently84. 'I feel that he will bring us misfortune.'
'You're all of you absurdly prejudiced,' answered Susie gaily85. 'He interests me enormously, and I mean to ask him to tea at the studio.'
'I'm sure I shall be delighted to come.'
Margaret cried out, for she recognized Oliver Haddo's deep bantering86 tones; and she turned round quickly. They were all so taken aback that for a moment no one spoke87. They were gathered round the window and had not heard him come in. They wondered guiltily how long he had been there and how much he had heard.
'How on earth did you get here?' cried Susie lightly, recovering herself first.
'No well-bred sorcerer is so dead to the finer feelings as to enter a room by the door,' he answered, with his puzzling smile. 'You were standing68 round the window, and I thought it would startle you if I chose that mode of ingress, so I descended89 with incredible skill down the chimney.'
'I see a little soot90 on your left elbow,' returned Susie. 'I hope you weren't at all burned.'
'Not at all, thanks,' he answered, gravely brushing his coat.
'In whatever way you came, you are very welcome,' said Dr Porho?t, genially91 holding out his hand.
But Arthur impatiently turned to his host.
'I wish I knew what made you engage upon these studies,' he said. 'I should have thought your medical profession protected you from any tenderness towards superstition92.'
Dr Porho?t shrugged93 his shoulders.
'I have always been interested in the oddities of mankind. At one time I read a good deal of philosophy and a good deal of science, and I learned in that way that nothing was certain. Some people, by the pursuit of science, are impressed with the dignity of man, but I was only made conscious of his insignificance94. The greatest questions of all have been threshed out since he acquired the beginnings of civilization and he is as far from a solution as ever. Man can know nothing, for his senses are his only means of knowledge, and they can give no certainty. There is only one subject upon which the individual can speak with authority, and that is his own mind, but even here he is surrounded with darkness. I believe that we shall always be ignorant of the matters which it most behoves us to know, and therefore I cannot occupy myself with them. I prefer to set them all aside, and, since knowledge is unattainable, to occupy myself only with folly95.'
'It is a point of view I do not sympathize with,' said Arthur.
'Yet I cannot be sure that it is all folly,' pursued the Frenchman reflectively. He looked at Arthur with a certain ironic96 gravity. 'Do you believe that I should lie to you when I promised to speak the truth?'
'Certainly not.'
'I should like to tell you of an experience that I once had in Alexandria. So far as I can see, it can be explained by none of the principles known to science. I ask you only to believe that I am not consciously deceiving you.'
He spoke with a seriousness which gave authority to his words. It was plain, even to Arthur, that he narrated97 the event exactly as it occurred.
'I had heard frequently of a certain shiekh who was able by means of a magic mirror to show the inquirer persons who were absent or dead, and a native friend of mine had often begged me to see him. I had never thought it worth while, but at last a time came when I was greatly troubled in my mind. My poor mother was an old woman, a widow, and I had received no news of her for many weeks. Though I wrote repeatedly, no answer reached me. I was very anxious and very unhappy. I thought no harm could come if I sent for the sorcerer, and perhaps after all he had the power which was attributed to him. My friend, who was interpreter to the French Consulate98, brought him to me one evening. He was a fine man, tall and stout, of a fair complexion99, but with a dark brown beard. He was shabbily dressed, and, being a descendant of the Prophet, wore a green turban. In his conversation he was affable and unaffected. I asked him what persons could see in the magic mirror, and he said they were a boy not arrived at puberty, a virgin19, a black female slave, and a pregnant woman. In order to make sure that there was no collusion, I despatched my servant to an intimate friend and asked him to send me his son. While we waited, I prepared by the magician's direction frankincense and coriander-seed, and a chafing-dish with live charcoal101. Meanwhile, he wrote forms of invocation on six strips of paper. When the boy arrived, the sorcerer threw incense100 and one of the paper strips into the chafing-dish, then took the boy's right hand and drew a square and certain mystical marks on the palm. In the centre of the square he poured a little ink. This formed the magic mirror. He desired the boy to look steadily102 into it without raising his head. The fumes103 of the incense filled the room with smoke. The sorcerer muttered Arabic words, indistinctly, and this he continued to do all the time except when he asked the boy a question.
'"Do you see anything in the ink?" he said.
'"No," the boy answered.
'But a minute later, he began to tremble and seemed very much frightened.
'"I see a man sweeping104 the ground," he said.
'"When he has done sweeping, tell me," said the sheikh.
'"He has done," said the boy.
'The sorcerer turned to me and asked who it was that I wished the boy should see.
'"I desire to see the widow Jeanne-Marie Porho?t."
'The magician put the second and third of the small strips of paper into the chafing-dish, and fresh frankincense was added. The fumes were painful to my eyes. The boy began to speak.
'"I see an old woman lying on a bed. She has a black dress, and on her head is a little white cap. She has a wrinkled face and her eyes are closed. There is a band tied round her chin. The bed is in a sort of hole, in the wall, and there are shutters105 to it."
The boy was describing a Breton bed, and the white cap was the _coiffe_ that my mother wore. And if she lay there in her black dress, with a band about her chin, I knew that it could mean but one thing.
'"What else does he see?" I asked the sorcerer.
'He repeated my question, and presently the boy spoke again.
'"I see four men come in with a long box. And there are women crying. They all wear little white caps and black dresses. And I see a man in a white surplice, with a large cross in his hands, and a little boy in a long red gown. And the men take off their hats. And now everyone is kneeling down."
'"I will hear no more," I said. "It is enough."
'I knew that my mother was dead.
'In a little while, I received a letter from the priest of the village in which she lived. They had buried her on the very day upon which the boy had seen this sight in the mirror of ink.'
Dr Porho?t passed his hand across his eyes, and for a little while there was silence.
'What have you to say to that?' asked Oliver Haddo, at last.
'Nothing,' answered Arthur.
Haddo looked at him for a minute with those queer eyes of his which seemed to stare at the wall behind.
'Have you ever heard of Eliphas Levi?' he inquired. 'He is the most celebrated occultist of recent years. He is thought to have known more of the mysteries than any adept106 since the divine Paracelsus.'
'I met him once,' interrupted Dr Porho?t. 'You never saw a man who looked less like a magician. His face beamed with good-nature, and he wore a long grey beard, which covered nearly the whole of his breast. He was of a short and very corpulent figure.'
'The practice of black arts evidently disposes to obesity,' said Arthur, icily.
Susie noticed that this time Oliver Haddo made no sign that the taunt107 moved him. His unwinking, straight eyes remained upon Arthur without expression.
'Levi's real name was Alphonse-Louis Constant, but he adopted that under which he is generally known for reasons that are plain to the romantic mind. His father was a bootmaker. He was destined108 for the priesthood, but fell in love with a damsel fair and married her. The union was unhappy. A fate befell him which has been the lot of greater men than he, and his wife presently abandoned the marital109 roof with her lover. To console himself he began to make serious researches in the occult, and in due course published a vast number of mystical works dealing111 with magic in all its branches.'
'I'm sure Mr Haddo was going to tell us something very interesting about him,' said Susie.
'I wished merely to give you his account of how he raised the spirit of Apollonius of Tyana in London.'
Susie settled herself more comfortably in her chair and lit a cigarette.
'He went there in the spring of 1856 to escape from internal disquietude and to devote himself without distraction112 to his studies. He had letters of introduction to various persons of distinction who concerned themselves with the supernatural, but, finding them trivial and indifferent, he immersed himself in the study of the supreme113 Kabbalah. One day, on returning to his hotel, he found a note in his room. It contained half a card, transversely divided, on which he at once recognized the character of Solomon's Seal, and a tiny slip of paper on which was written in pencil: _The other half of this card will be given you at three o'clock tomorrow in front of Westminster Abbey_. Next day, going to the appointed spot, with his portion of the card in his hand, he found a baronial equipage waiting for him. A footman approached, and, making a sign to him, opened the carriage door. Within was a lady in black satin, whose face was concealed114 by a thick veil. She motioned him to a seat beside her, and at the same time displayed the other part of the card he had received. The door was shut, and the carriage rolled away. When the lady raised her veil, Eliphas Levi saw that she was of mature age; and beneath her grey eyebrows115 were bright black eyes of preternatural fixity.'
Susie Boyd clapped her hands with delight.
'I think it's delicious, and I'm sure every word of it is true,' she cried. 'I'm enchanted with the mysterious meeting at Westminster Abbey in the Mid-Victorian era. Can't you see the elderly lady in a huge crinoline and a black poke88 bonnet116, and the wizard in a ridiculous hat, a bottle-green frock-coat, and a flowing tie of black silk?'
'Eliphas remarks that the lady spoke French with a marked English accent,' pursued Haddo imperturbably117. 'She addressed him as follows: "Sir, I am aware that the law of secrecy118 is rigorous among adepts119; and I know that you have been asked for phenomena120, but have declined to gratify a frivolous121 curiosity. It is possible that you do not possess the necessary materials. I can show you a complete magical cabinet, but I must require of you first the most inviolable silence. If you do not guarantee this on your honour, I will give the order for you to be driven home."'
Oliver Haddo told his story not ineffectively, but with a comic gravity that prevented one from knowing exactly how to take it.
'Having given the required promise Eliphas Levi was shown a collection of vestments and of magical instruments. The lady lent him certain books of which he was in need; and at last, as a result of many conversations, determined122 him to attempt at her house the experience of a complete evocation123. He prepared himself for twenty-one days, scrupulously124 observing the rules laid down by the Ritual. At length everything was ready. It was proposed to call forth125 the phantom126 of the divine Apollonius, and to question it upon two matters, one of which concerned Eliphas Levi and the other, the lady of the crinoline. She had at first counted on assisting at the evocation with a trustworthy person, but at the last moment her friend drew back; and as the triad or unity127 is rigorously prescribed in magical rites128, Eliphas was left alone. The cabinet prepared for the experiment was situated129 in a turret130. Four concave mirrors were hung within it, and there was an altar of white marble, surrounded by a chain of magnetic iron. On it was engraved131 the sign of the Pentagram, and this symbol was drawn132 on the new, white sheepskin which was stretched beneath. A copper133 brazier stood on the altar, with charcoal of alder134 and of laurel wood, and in front a second brazier was placed upon a tripod. Eliphas Levi was clothed in a white robe, longer and more ample than the surplice of a priest, and he wore upon his head a chaplet of vervain leaves entwined about a golden chain. In one hand he held a new sword and in the other the Ritual.'
Susie's passion for caricature at once asserted itself, and she laughed as she saw in fancy the portly little Frenchman, with his round, red face, thus wonderfully attired135.
'He set alight the two fires with the prepared materials, and began, at first in a low voice, but rising by degrees, the invocations of the Ritual. The flames invested every object with a wavering light. Presently they went out. He set more twigs136 and perfumes on the brazier, and when the flame started up once more, he saw distinctly before the altar a human figure larger than life, which dissolved and disappeared. He began the invocations again and placed himself in a circle, which he had already traced between the altar and the tripod. Then the depth of the mirror which was in front of him grew brighter by degrees, and a pale form arose, and it seemed gradually to approach. He closed his eyes, and called three times upon Apollonius. When he opened them, a man stood before him, wholly enveloped137 in a winding138 sheet, which seemed more grey than black. His form was lean, melancholy139, and beardless. Eliphas felt an intense cold, and when he sought to ask his questions found it impossible to speak. Thereupon, he placed his hand on the Pentagram, and directed the point of his sword toward the figure, adjuring140 it mentally by that sign not to terrify, but to obey him. The form suddenly grew indistinct and soon it strangely vanished. He commanded it to return, and then felt, as it were, an air pass by him; and, something having touched the hand which held the sword, his arm was immediately benumbed as far as the shoulder. He supposed that the weapon displeased the spirit, and set it down within the circle. The human figure at once reappeared, but Eliphas experienced such a sudden exhaustion141 in all his limbs that he was obliged to sit down. He fell into a deep coma142, and dreamed strange dreams. But of these, when he recovered, only a vague memory remained to him. His arm continued for several days to be numb110 and painful. The figure had not spoken, but it seemed to Eliphas Levi that the questions were answered in his own mind. For to each an inner voice replied with one grim word: dead.'
'Your friend seems to have had as little fear of spooks as you have of lions,' said Burdon. 'To my thinking it is plain that all these preparations, and the perfumes, the mirrors, the pentagrams, must have the greatest effect on the imagination. My only surprise is that your magician saw no more.'
'Eliphas Levi talked to me himself of this evocation,' said Dr Porho?t. 'He told me that its influence on him was very great. He was no longer the same man, for it seemed to him that something from the world beyond had passed into his soul.'
'I am astonished that you should never have tried such an interesting experiment yourself,' said Arthur to Oliver Haddo.
'I have,' answered the other calmly. 'My father lost his power of speech shortly before he died, and it was plain that he sought with all his might to tell me something. A year after his death, I called up his phantom from the grave so that I might learn what I took to be a dying wish. The circumstances of the apparition143 are so similar to those I have just told you that it would only bore you if I repeated them. The only difference was that my father actually spoke.'
'What did he say?' asked Susie.
'He said solemnly: "_Buy Ashantis, they are bound to go up._"
'I did as he told me; but my father was always unlucky in speculation144, and they went down steadily. I sold out at considerable loss, and concluded that in the world beyond they are as ignorant of the tendency of the Stock Exchange as we are in this vale of sorrow.'
Susie could not help laughing. But Arthur shrugged his shoulders impatiently. It disturbed his practical mind never to be certain if Haddo was serious, or if, as now, he was plainly making game of them.
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