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Dashing
the
cold
fluid
in
her
face
,
he
was
heartened
to
observe
an
immediate
response
on
her
part
,
and
was
watching
the
bewildered
opening
of
her
eyes
when
a
chill
shot
through
him
and
threatened
to
reduce
him
to
the
very
state
from
which
she
was
emerging
.
For
the
seemingly
silent
laboratory
was
not
as
silent
as
it
had
appeared
to
be
,
but
held
the
murmurs
of
a
tense
,
muffled
conversation
in
tones
too
low
for
comprehension
,
yet
of
a
quality
profoundly
disturbing
to
the
soul
.
It
was
not
,
of
course
,
new
for
Charles
to
mutter
formulae
;
but
this
muttering
was
definitely
different
.
It
was
so
palpably
a
dialogue
,
or
imitation
of
a
dialogue
,
with
the
regular
alteration
of
inflections
suggesting
question
and
answer
,
statement
and
response
.
One
voice
was
undisguisedly
that
of
Charles
,
but
the
other
had
a
depth
and
hollowness
which
the
youth
's
best
powers
of
ceremonial
mimicry
had
scarcely
approached
before
.
There
was
something
hideous
,
blasphemous
,
and
abnormal
about
it
,
and
but
for
a
cry
from
his
recovering
wife
which
cleared
his
mind
by
arousing
his
protective
instincts
it
is
not
likely
that
Theodore
Howland
Ward
could
have
maintained
for
nearly
a
year
more
his
old
boast
that
he
had
never
fainted
.
As
it
was
,
he
seized
his
wife
in
his
arms
and
bore
her
quickly
downstairs
before
she
could
notice
the
voices
which
had
so
horribly
disturbed
him
.
Even
so
,
however
,
he
was
not
quick
enough
to
escape
catching
something
himself
which
caused
him
to
stagger
dangerously
with
his
burden
.
For
Mrs.
Ward
's
cry
had
evidently
been
heard
by
others
than
he
,
and
there
had
come
in
response
to
it
from
behind
the
locked
door
the
first
distinguishable
words
which
that
masked
and
terrible
colloquy
had
yielded
.
They
were
merely
an
excited
caution
in
Charles
's
own
voice
,
but
somehow
their
implications
held
a
nameless
fright
for
the
father
who
overheard
them
.
The
phrase
was
just
this
:
'S
shh
!
--
write
!
'
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Ward
conferred
at
some
length
after
dinner
,
and
the
former
resolved
to
have
a
firm
and
serious
talk
with
Charles
that
very
night
.
No
matter
how
important
the
object
,
such
conduct
could
no
longer
be
permitted
;
for
these
latest
developments
transcended
every
limit
of
sanity
and
formed
a
menace
to
the
order
and
nervous
well-being
of
the
entire
household
.
The
youth
must
indeed
have
taken
complete
leave
of
his
senses
,
since
only
downright
madness
could
have
prompted
the
wild
screams
and
imaginary
conversations
in
assumed
voices
which
the
present
day
had
brought
forth
.
All
this
must
be
stopped
,
or
Mrs.
Ward
would
be
made
ill
and
the
keeping
of
servants
become
an
impossibility
.
Mr.
Ward
rose
at
the
close
of
the
meal
and
started
upstairs
for
Charles
's
laboratory
.
On
the
third
floor
,
however
,
he
paused
at
the
sounds
which
he
heard
proceeding
from
the
now
disused
library
of
his
son
.
Books
were
apparently
being
flung
about
and
papers
wildly
rustled
,
and
upon
stepping
to
the
door
Mr.
Ward
beheld
the
youth
within
,
excitedly
assembling
a
vast
armful
of
literary
matter
of
every
size
and
shape
.
Charles
's
aspect
was
very
drawn
and
haggard
,
and
he
dropped
his
entire
load
with
a
start
at
the
sound
of
his
father
's
voice
.
At
the
elder
man
's
command
he
sat
down
,
and
for
some
time
listened
to
the
admonitions
he
had
so
long
deserved
.
There
was
no
scene
.
At
the
end
of
the
lecture
he
agreed
that
his
father
was
right
,
and
that
his
noises
,
mutterings
,
incantations
,
and
chemical
odors
were
indeed
inexcusable
nuisances
.
He
agreed
to
a
policy
of
great
quiet
,
though
insisting
on
a
prolongation
of
his
extreme
privacy
.
Much
of
his
future
work
,
he
said
,
was
in
any
case
purely
book
research
;
and
he
could
obtain
quarters
elsewhere
for
any
such
vocal
rituals
as
might
be
necessary
at
a
later
stage
.
For
the
fright
and
fainting
of
his
mother
he
expressed
the
keenest
contrition
,
and
explained
that
the
conversation
later
heard
was
part
of
an
elaborate
symbolism
designed
to
create
a
certain
mental
atmosphere
.
His
use
of
abstruse
technical
terms
somewhat
bewildered
Mr.
Ward
,
but
the
parting
impression
was
one
of
undeniable
sanity
and
poise
despite
a
mysterious
tension
of
the
utmost
gravity
.
The
interview
was
really
quite
inconclusive
,
and
as
Charles
picked
up
his
armful
and
left
the
room
Mr.
Ward
hardly
knew
what
to
make
of
the
entire
business
.
It
was
as
mysterious
as
the
death
of
poor
old
Nig
,
whose
stiffening
form
had
been
found
an
hour
before
in
the
basement
,
with
staring
eyes
and
fear-distorted
mouth
.
Driven
by
some
vague
detective
instinct
,
the
bewildered
parent
now
glanced
curiously
at
the
vacant
shelves
to
see
what
his
son
had
taken
up
to
the
attic
.
The
youth
's
library
was
plainly
and
rigidly
classified
,
so
that
one
might
tell
at
a
glance
the
books
or
at
least
the
kind
of
books
which
had
been
withdrawn
.
On
this
occasion
Mr.
Ward
was
astonished
to
find
that
nothing
of
the
occult
or
the
antiquarian
,
beyond
what
had
been
previously
removed
,
was
missing
.
These
new
withdrawals
were
all
modern
items
;
histories
,
scientific
treatises
,
geographies
,
manuals
of
literature
,
philosophic
works
,
and
certain
contemporary
newspapers
and
magazines
.
It
was
a
very
curious
shift
from
Charles
Ward
's
recent
run
of
reading
,
and
the
father
paused
in
a
growing
vortex
of
perplexity
and
an
engulfing
sense
of
strangeness
.
The
strangeness
was
a
very
poignant
sensation
,
and
almost
clawed
at
his
chest
as
he
strove
to
see
just
what
was
wrong
around
him
.
Something
was
indeed
wrong
,
and
tangibly
as
well
as
spiritually
so
.
Ever
since
he
had
been
in
this
room
he
had
known
that
something
was
amiss
,
and
at
last
it
dawned
upon
him
what
it
was
.
On
the
north
wall
rose
still
the
ancient
carved
overmantel
from
the
house
in
Olney
Court
,
but
to
the
cracked
and
precariously
restored
oils
of
the
large
Curwen
portrait
disaster
had
come
.
Time
and
unequal
heating
had
done
their
work
at
last
,
and
at
some
time
since
the
room
's
last
cleaning
the
worst
had
happened
Peeling
clear
of
the
wood
,
curling
tighter
and
tighter
,
and
finally
crumbling
into
small
bits
with
what
must
have
been
malignly
silent
suddenness
,
the
portrait
of
Joseph
Curwen
had
resigned
forever
its
staring
surveillance
of
the
youth
it
so
strangely
resembled
,
and
now
lay
scattered
on
the
floor
as
a
thin
coating
of
fine
blue-grey
dust
.
