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On
the
whole
,
little
could
be
learned
from
the
scientific
ensemble
,
which
included
a
gruesome-looking
dissecting-table
;
so
that
the
room
was
really
rather
a
disappointment
.
Among
the
books
was
a
tattered
old
copy
of
Borellus
in
black-letter
,
and
it
was
weirdly
interesting
to
note
that
Ward
had
underlined
the
same
passage
whose
marking
had
so
perturbed
good
Mr.
Merritt
in
Curwen
's
farmhouse
more
than
a
century
and
half
before
.
That
old
copy
,
of
course
,
must
have
perished
along
with
the
rest
of
Curwen
's
occult
library
in
the
final
raid
.
Three
archways
opened
off
the
laboratory
,
and
these
the
doctor
proceeded
to
sample
in
turn
.
From
his
cursory
survey
he
saw
that
two
led
merely
to
small
storerooms
;
but
these
he
canvassed
with
care
,
remarking
the
piles
of
coffins
in
various
stages
of
damage
and
shuddering
violently
at
two
or
three
of
the
few
coffin-plates
he
could
decipher
.
There
was
much
clothing
also
stored
in
these
rooms
,
and
several
new
and
tightly
nailed
boxes
which
he
did
not
stop
to
investigate
.
Most
interesting
of
all
,
perhaps
,
were
some
odd
bits
which
he
judged
to
be
fragments
of
old
Joseph
Curwen
's
laboratory
appliances
.
These
had
suffered
damage
at
the
hands
of
the
raiders
,
but
were
still
partly
recognizable
as
the
chemical
paraphernalia
of
the
Georgian
period
.
The
third
archway
led
to
a
very
sizeable
chamber
entirely
lined
with
shelves
and
having
in
the
center
a
table
bearing
two
lamps
.
These
lamps
Willett
lighted
,
and
in
their
brilliant
glow
studied
the
endless
shelving
which
surrounded
him
.
Some
of
the
upper
levels
were
wholly
vacant
,
but
most
of
the
space
was
filled
with
small
odd-looking
leaden
jars
of
two
general
types
;
one
tall
and
without
handles
like
a
Grecian
lekythos
or
oil-jug
,
and
the
other
with
a
single
handle
and
proportioned
like
a
Phaleron
jug
.
All
had
metal
stoppers
,
and
were
covered
with
peculiar-looking
symbols
moulded
in
low
relief
.
In
a
moment
the
doctor
noticed
that
these
jugs
were
classified
with
great
rigidity
;
all
the
lekythoi
being
on
one
side
of
the
room
with
a
large
wooden
sign
reading
'
Custodes
'
above
them
,
and
all
the
Phalerons
on
the
other
,
correspondingly
labeled
with
a
sign
reading
'M
ateria
'
.
Each
of
the
jars
of
jugs
,
except
some
on
the
upper
shelves
that
turned
out
to
be
vacant
,
bore
a
cardboard
tag
with
a
number
apparently
referring
to
a
catalogue
;
and
Willett
resolved
to
look
for
the
latter
presently
.
For
the
moment
,
however
,
he
was
more
interested
in
the
nature
of
the
array
as
a
whole
,
and
experimentally
opened
several
of
the
lekythoi
and
Phalerons
at
random
with
a
view
to
a
rough
generalization
.
The
result
was
invariable
.
Both
types
of
jar
contained
a
small
quantity
of
a
single
kind
of
substance
;
a
fine
dusty
powder
of
very
light
weight
and
of
many
shades
of
dull
,
neutral
color
.
To
the
colors
which
formed
the
only
point
of
variation
there
was
no
apparent
method
of
disposal
;
and
no
distinction
between
what
occurred
in
the
lekythoi
and
what
occurred
in
the
Phalerons
.
A
bluish-grey
powder
might
be
by
the
side
of
a
pinkish-white
one
,
and
any
one
in
a
Phaleron
might
have
its
exact
counterpart
in
a
lekythos
.
The
most
individual
feature
about
the
powders
was
their
non-adhesiveness
.
Willett
would
pour
one
into
his
hand
,
and
upon
returning
it
to
its
jug
would
find
that
no
residue
whatever
remained
on
his
palm
.
The
meaning
of
the
two
signs
puzzled
him
,
and
he
wondered
why
this
battery
of
chemicals
was
separated
so
radically
from
those
in
glass
jars
on
the
shelves
of
the
laboratory
proper
.
"
Custodes
"
,
"
Materia
"
;
that
was
the
Latin
for
"
Guards
"
and
"
Materials
"
,
respectively
--
and
then
there
came
a
flash
of
memory
as
to
where
he
had
seen
that
word
"
Guards
"
before
in
connection
with
this
dreadful
mystery
.
It
was
,
of
course
,
in
the
recent
letter
to
Dr.
Allen
purporting
to
be
from
old
Edwin
Hutchinson
;
and
the
phrase
had
read
:
'
There
was
no
Neede
to
keep
the
Guards
in
Shape
and
eat
'
g
off
their
Heads
,
and
it
made
Much
to
be
founde
in
Case
of
Trouble
,
as
you
too
welle
knowe
.
'
What
did
this
signify
?
But
wait
--
was
there
not
still
another
reference
to
"
guards
"
in
this
matter
which
he
had
failed
wholly
to
recall
when
reading
the
Hutchinson
letter
?
Back
in
the
old
non-secretive
days
Ward
had
told
him
of
the
Eleazar
Smith
diary
recording
the
spying
of
Smith
and
Weeden
on
the
Curwen
farm
,
and
in
that
dreadful
chronicle
there
had
been
a
mention
of
conversations
overheard
before
the
old
wizard
betook
himself
wholly
beneath
the
earth
.
There
had
been
,
Smith
and
Weeden
insisted
,
terrible
colloquies
wherein
figured
Curwen
,
certain
captives
of
his
,
and
the
guards
of
those
captives
.
Those
guards
,
according
to
Hutchinson
or
his
avatar
,
had
"
eaten
their
heads
off
"
,
so
that
now
Dr.
Allen
did
not
keep
them
in
shape
.
And
if
not
in
shape
,
how
save
as
the
"
salts
"
to
which
it
appears
this
wizard
band
was
engaged
in
reducing
as
many
human
bodies
or
skeletons
as
they
could
?
So
that
was
what
these
lekythoi
contained
;
the
monstrous
fruit
of
unhallowed
rites
and
deeds
,
presumably
won
or
cowed
to
such
submission
as
to
help
,
when
called
up
by
some
hellish
incantation
,
in
the
defence
of
their
blasphemous
master
or
the
questioning
of
those
who
were
not
so
willing
?
Willett
shuddered
at
the
thought
of
what
he
had
been
pouring
in
and
out
of
his
hands
,
and
for
a
moment
felt
an
impulse
to
flee
in
panic
from
that
cavern
of
hideous
shelves
with
their
silent
and
perhaps
watching
sentinels
.
Then
he
thought
of
the
"
Materia
"
--
in
the
myriad
Phaleron
jugs
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
.
Salts
too
--
and
if
not
the
salts
of
"
guards
"
,
then
the
salts
of
what
?
God
!
Could
it
be
possible
that
here
lay
the
mortal
relics
of
half
the
titan
thinkers
of
all
the
ages
;
snatched
by
supreme
ghouls
from
crypts
where
the
world
thought
them
safe
,
and
subject
to
the
beck
and
call
of
madmen
who
sought
to
drain
their
knowledge
for
some
still
wilder
end
whose
ultimate
effect
would
concern
,
as
poor
Charles
had
hinted
in
his
frantic
note
,
"
all
civilization
,
all
natural
law
,
perhaps
even
the
fate
of
the
solar
system
and
the
universe
"
?
And
Marinus
Bicknell
Willett
had
sifted
their
dust
through
his
hands
!
Then
he
noticed
a
small
door
at
the
further
end
of
the
room
,
and
calmed
himself
enough
to
approach
it
and
examine
the
crude
sign
chiseled
above
.
It
was
only
a
symbol
,
but
it
filled
him
with
vague
spiritual
dread
;
for
a
morbid
,
dreaming
friend
of
his
had
once
drawn
it
on
paper
and
told
him
a
few
of
the
things
it
means
in
the
dark
abyss
of
sleep
.
It
was
the
sign
of
Koth
,
that
dreamers
see
fixed
above
the
archway
of
a
certain
black
tower
standing
alone
in
twilight
--
and
Willett
did
not
like
what
his
friend
Randolph
Carter
had
said
of
its
powers
.
But
a
moment
later
he
forgot
the
sign
as
he
recognized
a
new
acrid
odor
in
the
stench-filled
air
.
This
was
a
chemical
rather
than
animal
smell
,
and
came
clearly
from
the
room
beyond
the
door
.
And
it
was
,
unmistakably
,
the
same
odor
which
had
saturated
Charles
Ward
's
clothing
on
the
day
the
doctors
had
taken
him
away
.
So
it
was
here
that
the
youth
had
been
interrupted
by
the
final
summons
?
He
was
wiser
that
old
Joseph
Curwen
,
for
he
had
not
resisted
.
Willett
,
boldly
determined
to
penetrate
every
wonder
and
nightmare
this
nether
realm
might
contain
,
seized
the
small
lamp
and
crossed
the
threshold
.
A
wave
of
nameless
fright
rolled
out
to
meet
him
,
but
he
yielded
to
no
whim
and
deferred
to
no
intuition
.
There
was
nothing
alive
here
to
harm
him
,
and
he
would
not
be
stayed
in
his
piercing
of
the
eldritch
cloud
which
engulfed
his
patient
.
