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The
feverish
interest
aroused
at
the
meeting
by
Legrasse
's
tale
,
corroborated
as
it
was
by
the
statuette
,
is
echoed
in
the
subsequent
correspondence
of
those
who
attended
;
although
scant
mention
occurs
in
the
formal
publications
of
the
society
.
Caution
is
the
first
care
of
those
accustomed
to
face
occasional
charlatanry
and
imposture
.
Legrasse
for
some
time
lent
the
image
to
Professor
Webb
,
but
at
the
latter
's
death
it
was
returned
to
him
and
remains
in
his
possession
,
where
I
viewed
it
not
long
ago
.
It
is
truly
a
terrible
thing
,
and
unmistakably
akin
to
the
dream-sculpture
of
young
Wilcox
.
That
my
uncle
was
excited
by
the
tale
of
the
sculptor
I
did
not
wonder
,
for
what
thoughts
must
arise
upon
hearing
,
after
a
knowledge
of
what
Legrasse
had
learned
of
the
cult
,
of
a
sensitive
young
man
who
had
dreamed
not
only
the
figure
and
exact
hieroglyphics
of
the
swamp-found
image
and
the
Greenland
devil
tablet
,
but
had
come
in
his
dreams
upon
at
least
three
of
the
precise
words
of
the
formula
uttered
alike
by
Esquimau
diabolists
and
mongrel
Louisianans
?
Professor
Angell
's
instant
start
on
an
investigation
of
the
utmost
thoroughness
was
eminently
natural
;
though
privately
I
suspected
young
Wilcox
of
having
heard
of
the
cult
in
some
indirect
way
,
and
of
having
invented
a
series
of
dreams
to
heighten
and
continue
the
mystery
at
my
uncle
's
expense
.
The
dream-narratives
and
cuttings
collected
by
the
professor
were
,
of
course
,
strong
corroboration
;
but
the
rationalism
of
my
mind
and
the
extravagance
of
the
whole
subject
led
me
to
adopt
what
I
thought
the
most
sensible
conclusions
.
So
,
after
thoroughly
studying
the
manuscript
again
and
correlating
the
theosophical
and
anthropological
notes
with
the
cult
narrative
of
Legrasse
,
I
made
a
trip
to
Providence
to
see
the
sculptor
and
give
him
the
rebuke
I
thought
proper
for
so
boldly
imposing
upon
a
learned
and
aged
man
.
Wilcox
still
lived
alone
in
the
Fleur-de-Lys
Building
in
Thomas
Street
,
a
hideous
Victorian
imitation
of
seventeenth-century
Breton
architecture
which
flaunts
its
stuccoed
front
amidst
the
lovely
colonial
houses
on
the
ancient
hill
,
and
under
the
very
shadow
of
the
finest
Georgian
steeple
in
America
,
I
found
him
at
work
in
his
rooms
,
and
at
once
conceded
from
the
specimens
scattered
about
that
his
genius
is
indeed
profound
and
authentic
.
He
will
,
I
believe
,
some
time
be
heard
from
as
one
of
the
great
decadents
;
for
he
has
crystallised
in
clay
and
will
one
day
mirror
in
marble
those
nightmares
and
phantasies
which
Arthur
Machen
evokes
in
prose
,
and
Clark
Ashton
Smith
makes
visible
in
verse
and
in
painting
.
Dark
,
frail
,
and
somewhat
unkempt
in
aspect
,
he
turned
languidly
at
my
knock
and
asked
me
my
business
without
rising
.
When
I
told
him
who
I
was
,
he
displayed
some
interest
;
for
my
uncle
had
excited
his
curiosity
in
probing
his
strange
dreams
,
yet
had
never
explained
the
reason
for
the
study
.
I
did
not
enlarge
his
knowledge
in
this
regard
,
but
sought
with
some
subtlety
to
draw
him
out
.
In
a
short
time
I
became
convinced
of
his
absolute
sincerity
,
for
he
spoke
of
the
dreams
in
a
manner
none
could
mistake
.
They
and
their
subconscious
residuum
had
influenced
his
art
profoundly
,
and
he
shewed
me
a
morbid
statue
whose
contours
almost
made
me
shake
with
the
potency
of
its
black
suggestion
.
He
could
not
recall
having
seen
the
original
of
this
thing
except
in
his
own
dream
bas-relief
,
but
the
outlines
had
formed
themselves
insensibly
under
his
hands
.
It
was
,
no
doubt
,
the
giant
shape
he
had
raved
of
in
delirium
.
That
he
really
knew
nothing
of
the
hidden
cult
,
save
from
what
my
uncle
's
relentless
catechism
had
let
fall
,
he
soon
made
clear
;
and
again
I
strove
to
think
of
some
way
in
which
he
could
possibly
have
received
the
weird
impressions
.
He
talked
of
his
dreams
in
a
strangely
poetic
fashion
;
making
me
see
with
terrible
vividness
the
damp
Cyclopean
city
of
slimy
green
stone
--
whose
geometry
,
he
oddly
said
,
was
all
wrong
--
and
hear
with
frightened
expectancy
the
ceaseless
,
half-mental
calling
from
underground
:
"
Cthulhu
fhtagn
"
,
"
Cthulhu
fhtagn
"
.
These
words
had
formed
part
of
that
dread
ritual
which
told
of
dead
Cthulhu
's
dream-vigil
in
his
stone
vault
at
R'lyeh
,
and
I
felt
deeply
moved
despite
my
rational
beliefs
.
Wilcox
,
I
was
sure
,
had
heard
of
the
cult
in
some
casual
way
,
and
had
soon
forgotten
it
amidst
the
mass
of
his
equally
weird
reading
and
imagining
.
Later
,
by
virtue
of
its
sheer
impressiveness
,
it
had
found
subconscious
expression
in
dreams
,
in
the
bas-relief
,
and
in
the
terrible
statue
I
now
beheld
;
so
that
his
imposture
upon
my
uncle
had
been
a
very
innocent
one
.
The
youth
was
of
a
type
,
at
once
slightly
affected
and
slightly
ill-mannered
,
which
I
could
never
like
,
but
I
was
willing
enough
now
to
admit
both
his
genius
and
his
honesty
.
I
took
leave
of
him
amicably
,
and
wish
him
all
the
success
his
talent
promises
.
The
matter
of
the
cult
still
remained
to
fascinate
me
,
and
at
times
I
had
visions
of
personal
fame
from
researches
into
its
origin
and
connexions
.
I
visited
New
Orleans
,
talked
with
Legrasse
and
others
of
that
old-time
raiding-party
,
saw
the
frightful
image
,
and
even
questioned
such
of
the
mongrel
prisoners
as
still
survived
.
Old
Castro
,
unfortunately
,
had
been
dead
for
some
years
.
What
I
now
heard
so
graphically
at
first-hand
,
though
it
was
really
no
more
than
a
detailed
confirmation
of
what
my
uncle
had
written
,
excited
me
afresh
;
for
I
felt
sure
that
I
was
on
the
track
of
a
very
real
,
very
secret
,
and
very
ancient
religion
whose
discovery
would
make
me
an
anthropologist
of
note
.
My
attitude
was
still
one
of
absolute
materialism
,
as
I
wish
it
still
were
,
and
I
discounted
with
almost
inexplicable
perversity
the
coincidence
of
the
dream
notes
and
odd
cuttings
collected
by
Professor
Angell
.
One
thing
I
began
to
suspect
,
and
which
I
now
fear
I
know
,
is
that
my
uncle
's
death
was
far
from
natural
.
He
fell
on
a
narrow
hill
street
leading
up
from
an
ancient
waterfront
swarming
with
foreign
mongrels
,
after
a
careless
push
from
a
Negro
sailor
.
I
did
not
forget
the
mixed
blood
and
marine
pursuits
of
the
cult-members
in
Louisiana
,
and
would
not
be
surprised
to
learn
of
secret
methods
and
rites
and
beliefs
.
Legrasse
and
his
men
,
it
is
true
,
have
been
let
alone
;
but
in
Norway
a
certain
seaman
who
saw
things
is
dead
.
Might
not
the
deeper
inquiries
of
my
uncle
after
encountering
the
sculptor
's
data
have
come
to
sinister
ears
?
I
think
Professor
Angell
died
because
he
knew
too
much
,
or
because
he
was
likely
to
learn
too
much
.
Whether
I
shall
go
as
he
did
remains
to
be
seen
,
for
I
have
learned
much
now
.
If
heaven
ever
wishes
to
grant
me
a
boon
,
it
will
be
a
total
effacing
of
the
results
of
a
mere
chance
which
fixed
my
eye
on
a
certain
stray
piece
of
shelfpaper
.
It
was
nothing
on
which
I
would
naturally
have
stumbled
in
the
course
of
my
daily
round
,
for
it
was
an
old
number
of
an
Australian
journal
,
the
Sydney
Bulletin
for
April
18
,
1925
.
It
had
escaped
even
the
cutting
bureau
which
had
at
the
time
of
its
issuance
been
avidly
collecting
material
for
my
uncle
's
research
.
