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In
the
week
following
that
memorable
Good
Friday
Charles
Ward
was
seen
more
often
than
usual
,
and
was
continually
carrying
books
between
his
library
and
the
attic
laboratory
.
His
actions
were
quiet
and
rational
,
but
he
had
a
furtive
,
hunted
look
which
his
mother
did
not
like
,
and
developed
an
incredibly
ravenous
appetite
as
gauged
by
his
demands
upon
the
cook
.
Dr.
Willett
had
been
told
of
those
Friday
noises
and
happenings
,
and
on
the
following
Tuesday
had
a
long
conversation
with
the
youth
in
the
library
where
the
picture
stared
no
more
.
The
interview
was
,
as
always
,
inconclusive
;
but
Willett
is
still
ready
to
swear
that
the
youth
was
sane
and
himself
at
the
time
.
He
held
out
promises
of
an
early
revelation
,
and
spoke
of
the
need
of
securing
a
laboratory
elsewhere
.
At
the
loss
of
the
portrait
he
grieved
singularly
little
considering
his
first
enthusiasm
over
it
,
but
seemed
to
find
something
of
positive
humor
in
its
sudden
crumbling
.
About
the
second
week
Charles
began
to
be
absent
from
the
house
for
long
periods
,
and
one
day
when
good
old
black
Hannah
came
to
help
with
the
spring
cleaning
she
mentioned
his
frequent
visits
to
the
old
house
in
Olney
Court
,
where
he
would
come
with
a
large
valise
and
perform
curious
delvings
in
the
cellar
.
He
was
always
very
liberal
to
her
and
to
old
Asa
,
but
seemed
more
worried
than
he
used
to
be
;
which
grieved
her
very
much
,
since
she
had
watched
him
grow
up
from
birth
.
Another
report
of
his
doings
came
from
Pawtuxet
,
where
some
friends
of
the
family
saw
him
at
a
distance
a
surprising
number
of
times
.
He
seemed
to
haunt
the
resort
and
canoe-house
of
Rhodes-on-the-Pawtuxet
,
and
subsequent
inquiries
by
Dr.
Willett
at
that
place
brought
out
the
fact
that
his
purpose
was
always
to
secure
access
to
the
rather
hedged-in
river-bank
,
along
which
he
would
walk
toward
the
north
,
usually
not
reappearing
for
a
very
long
while
.
Late
in
May
came
a
momentary
revival
of
ritualistic
sounds
in
the
attic
laboratory
which
brought
a
stern
reproof
from
Mr.
Ward
and
a
somewhat
distracted
promise
of
amendment
from
Charles
.
It
occurred
one
morning
,
and
seemed
to
form
a
resumption
of
the
imaginary
conversation
noted
on
that
turbulent
Good
Friday
.
The
youth
was
arguing
or
remonstrating
hotly
with
himself
,
for
there
suddenly
burst
forth
a
perfectly
distinguishable
series
of
clashing
shouts
in
differentiated
tones
like
alternate
demands
and
denials
which
caused
Mrs.
Ward
to
run
upstairs
and
listen
at
the
door
.
She
could
hear
no
more
than
a
fragment
whose
only
plain
words
were
'm
ust
have
it
red
for
three
months
'
,
and
upon
her
knocking
all
sounds
ceased
at
once
.
When
Charles
was
later
questioned
by
his
father
he
said
that
there
were
certain
conflicts
of
spheres
of
consciousness
which
only
great
skill
could
avoid
,
but
which
he
would
try
to
transfer
to
other
realms
.
About
the
middle
of
June
a
queer
nocturnal
incident
occurred
.
In
the
early
evening
there
had
been
some
noise
and
thumping
in
the
laboratory
upstairs
,
and
Mr.
Ward
was
on
the
point
of
investigating
when
it
suddenly
quieted
down
.
That
midnight
,
after
the
family
had
retired
,
the
butler
was
nightlocking
the
front
door
when
according
to
his
statement
Charles
appeared
somewhat
blunderingly
and
uncertainly
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
with
a
large
suitcase
and
made
signs
that
he
wished
egress
.
The
youth
spoke
no
word
,
but
the
worthy
Yorkshireman
caught
one
sight
of
his
fevered
eyes
and
trembled
causelessly
.
He
opened
the
door
and
young
Ward
went
out
,
but
in
the
morning
he
presented
his
resignation
to
Mrs.
Ward
.
There
was
,
he
said
,
something
unholy
in
the
glance
Charles
had
fixed
on
him
.
It
was
no
way
for
a
young
gentleman
to
look
at
an
honest
person
,
and
he
could
not
possibly
stay
another
night
.
Mrs.
Ward
allowed
the
man
to
depart
,
but
she
did
not
value
his
statement
highly
.
To
fancy
Charles
in
a
savage
state
that
night
was
quite
ridiculous
,
for
as
long
as
she
had
remained
awake
she
had
heard
faint
sounds
from
the
laboratory
above
;
sounds
as
if
of
sobbing
and
pacing
,
and
of
a
sighing
which
told
only
of
despair
's
profoundest
depths
.
Mrs.
Ward
had
grown
used
to
listening
for
sounds
in
the
night
,
for
the
mystery
of
her
son
was
fast
driving
all
else
from
her
mind
.
The
next
evening
,
much
as
on
another
evening
nearly
three
months
before
,
Charles
Ward
seized
the
newspaper
very
early
and
accidentally
lost
the
main
section
.
This
matter
was
not
recalled
till
later
,
when
Dr.
Willett
began
checking
up
loose
ends
and
searching
out
missing
links
here
and
there
.
In
the
Journal
office
he
found
the
section
which
Charles
had
lost
,
and
marked
two
items
as
of
possible
significance
.
They
were
as
follows
:
MORE
CEMETERY
DELVING
It
was
this
morning
discovered
by
Robert
Hart
,
night
watchman
at
the
North
Burial
Ground
,
that
ghouls
were
again
at
work
in
the
ancient
portion
of
the
cemetery
.
The
grave
of
Ezra
Weeden
,
who
was
born
in
1740
and
died
in
1824
according
to
his
uprooted
and
savagely
splintered
slate
headstone
,
was
found
excavated
and
rifled
,
the
work
being
evidently
done
with
a
spade
stolen
from
an
adjacent
tool-shed
.
