Since nothing occurred to justify9 these tremors10, this apprehensive11 mood passed; I realized that I was growing cramped12 and stiff, that unconsciously I had been sitting with my muscles nervously tensed. The window was open a foot or so at the top and the blind was drawn13; but so accustomed were my eyes now to peering through the darkness, that I could plainly discern the yellow oblong of the window, and though very vaguely14, some of the appointments of the room—the Chesterfield against one wall, the lamp-shade above my head, the table with the Tûlun-Nûr box upon it.
There was fog in the room, and it was growing damply chill, for we had extinguished the electric heater some hours before. Very few sounds penetrated15 from outside. Twice or perhaps thrice people passed along the corridor, going to their rooms; but, as I knew, the greater number of the rooms along that corridor were unoccupied.
From the Embankment far below me, and from the river, faint noises came at long intervals16 it is true; the muffled hooting17 of motors, and yet fainter ringing of bells. Fog signals boomed distantly, and train whistles shrieked18, remote and unreal. I determined19 to enter my bedroom, and, risking any sound which I might make, to lie down upon the bed.
I rose carefully and carried this plan into execution. I would have given much for a smoke, although my throat was parched20; and almost any drink would have been nectar. But although my hopes (or my fears) of an intruder had left me, I determined to stick to the rules of the game as laid down. Therefore I neither smoked nor drank, but carefully extended my weary limbs upon the coverlet, and telling myself that I could guard our strange treasure as well from there as from elsewhere … slipped off into a profound sleep.
Nothing approaching in acute and sustained horror to the moment when next I opened my eyes exists in all my memories of those days.
In the first place I was aroused by the shaking of the bed. It was quivering beneath me as though an earthquake disturbed the very foundations of the building. I sprang upright and into full consciousness of my lapse…. My hands clutching the coverlet on either side of me, I sat staring, staring, staring … at that which peered at me over the foot of the bed.
I knew that I had slept at my post; I was convinced that I was now widely awake; yet I dared not admit to myself that what I saw was other than a product of my imagination. I dared not admit the physical quivering of the bed, for I could not, with sanity21, believe its cause to be anything human. But what I saw, yet could not credit seeing, was this:
A ghostly white face, which seemed to glisten22 in some faint reflected light from the sitting-room23 beyond, peered over the bedrail; gibbered at me demoniacally. With quivering hands this night-mare horror, which had intruded24 where I believed human intrusion to be all but impossible, clutched the bed-posts so that the frame of the structure shook and faintly rattled….
My heart leapt wildly in my breast, then seemed to suspend its pulsations and to grow icily cold. My whole body became chilled horrifically. My scalp tingled25: I felt that I must either cry out or become stark26, raving27 mad!
For this clammily white face, those staring eyes, that wordless gibbering, and the shaking, shaking, shaking of the bed in the clutch of the nameless visitant—prevailed, refused to disperse28 like the evil dream I had hoped it all to be; manifested itself, indubitably, as something tangible—objective….
Outraged29 reason deprived me of coherent speech. Past the clammy white face I could see the sitting-room illuminated30 by a faint light; I could even see the Tûlun-Nûr box upon the table immediately opposite the door.
The thing which shook the bed was actual, existent—to be counted with!
Further and further I drew myself away from it, until I crouched31 close up against the head of the bed. Then, as the thing reeled aside, and— merciful Heaven!—made as if to come around and approach me yet closer, I uttered a hoarse32 cry and hurled33 myself out upon the floor and on the side remote from that pallid34 horror which I thought was pursuing me.
I heard a dull thud … and the thing disappeared from my view, yet— and remembering the supreme35 terror of that visitation I am not ashamed to confess it—I dared not move from the spot upon which I stood, I dared not make to pass that which lay between me and the door.
"Smith!" I cried, but my voice was little more than a hoarse whisper—
"Smith! Weymouth!"
The words became clearer and louder as I proceeded, so that the last—
"Weymouth!"—was uttered in a sort of falsetto scream.
A door burst open upon the other side of the corridor. A key was inserted in the lock of the door. Into the dimly lighted arch which divided the bed-room from the sitting-room, sprang the figure of Nayland Smith!
Then, ere I could reply, he turned, and his gaze fell upon whatever lay upon the floor at the foot of the bed.
"My God!" he whispered—and sprang into the room.
"Smith! Smith!" I cried, "what is it? what is it?"
He turned in a flash, as Weymouth entered at his heels, saw me, and fell back a step; then looked again down at the floor.
"God's mercy!" he whispered, "I thought it was you—I thought it was you!"
Trembling violently, my mind a feverish37 chaos38, I moved to the foot of the bed and looked down at what lay there.
"Turn up the light!" snapped Smith.
Weymouth reached for the switch, and the room became illuminated suddenly.
Prone39 upon the carpet, hands outstretched and nails dug deeply into the pile of the fabric40, lay a dark-haired man having his head twisted sideways so that the face showed a ghastly pallid profile against the rich colorings upon which it rested. He wore no coat, but a sort of dark gray shirt and black trousers. To add to the incongruity41 of his attire42, his feet were clad in drab-colored shoes, rubber-soled.
I stood, one hand raised to my head, looking down upon him, and gradually regaining43 control of myself. Weymouth, perceiving something of my condition, silently passed his flask44 to me; and I gladly availed myself of this.
"How in Heaven's name did he get in?" I whispered.
"How, indeed!" said Weymouth, staring about him with wondering eyes.
Both he and Smith had discarded their disguises; and, a bewildered trio, we stood looking down upon the man at our feet. Suddenly Smith dropped to his knees and turned him flat upon his back. Composure was nearly restored to me, and I knelt upon the other side of the white-faced creature whose presence there seemed so utterly45 outside the realm of possibility, and examined him with a consuming and fearful interest; for it was palpable that, if not already dead, he was dying rapidly.
He was a slightly built man, and the first discovery that I made was a curious one. What I had mistaken for dark hair was a wig46! The short black mustache which he wore was also factitious.
"Look at this!" I cried.
"I am looking," snapped Smith.
He suddenly stood up, and entering the room beyond, turned on the light there. I saw him staring at the Tûlun-Nûr box, and I knew what had been in his mind. But the box, undisturbed, stood upon the table as we had left it. I saw Smith tugging47 irritably48 at the lobe49 of his ear, and staring from the box towards the man beside whom I knelt.
"For God's sake, what does it man?" said Inspector50 Weymouth in a voice hushed with wonder. "How did he get in? What did he come for?—and what has happened to him?"
"As to what has happened to him," I replied, "unfortunately I cannot tell you. I only know that unless something can be done his end is not far off."
"Shall we lay him on the bed?"
I nodded, and together we raised the slight figure and placed it upon the bed where so recently I had lain.
As we did so, the man suddenly opened his eyes, which were glazed51 with delirium52. He tore himself from our grip, sat bolt upright, and holding his hands, fingers outstretched, before his face, stared at them frenziedly.
"The golden pomegranates!" he shrieked, and a slight froth appeared on his blanched53 lips. "The golden pomegranates!"
"He's dead!" whispered Weymouth; "he's dead!"
Hard upon his words came a cry from Smith:
"Quick! Petrie!—Weymouth!"
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