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But
no
--
had
he
not
cried
out
in
terror
as
he
entered
his
study
--
this
very
room
?
What
had
he
found
there
?
Or
wait
--
what
had
found
him
?
That
simulacrum
which
brushed
boldly
in
without
having
been
seen
to
go
--
was
that
an
alien
shadow
and
a
horror
forcing
itself
upon
a
trembling
figure
which
had
never
gone
out
at
all
?
Had
not
the
butler
spoken
of
queer
noises
?
Willett
rang
for
the
man
and
asked
him
some
low-toned
questions
.
It
had
,
surely
enough
,
been
a
bad
business
.
There
had
been
noises
--
a
cry
,
a
gasp
,
a
choking
,
and
a
sort
of
clattering
or
creaking
or
thumping
,
or
all
of
these
.
And
Mr.
Charles
was
not
the
same
when
he
stalked
out
without
a
word
.
The
butler
shivered
as
he
spoke
,
and
sniffed
at
the
heavy
air
that
blew
down
from
some
open
window
upstairs
.
Terror
had
settled
definitely
upon
the
house
,
and
only
the
business-like
detectives
failed
to
imbibe
a
full
measure
of
it
.
Even
they
were
restless
,
for
this
case
had
held
vague
elements
in
the
background
which
pleased
them
not
at
all
.
Dr.
Willett
was
thinking
deeply
and
rapidly
,
and
his
thoughts
were
terrible
ones
.
Now
and
then
he
would
almost
break
into
muttering
as
he
ran
over
in
his
head
a
new
,
appalling
,
and
increasingly
conclusive
chain
of
nightmare
happenings
.
Then
Mr.
Ward
made
a
sign
that
the
conference
was
over
,
and
everyone
save
him
and
the
doctor
left
the
room
.
It
was
noon
now
,
but
shadows
as
of
coming
night
seemed
to
engulf
the
phantom-haunted
mansion
.
Willett
began
talking
very
seriously
to
his
host
,
and
urged
that
he
leave
a
great
deal
of
the
future
investigation
to
him
.
There
would
be
,
he
predicted
,
certain
obnoxious
elements
which
a
friend
could
bear
better
than
a
relative
.
As
family
physician
he
must
have
a
free
hand
,
and
the
first
thing
he
required
was
a
period
alone
and
undisturbed
in
the
abandoned
library
upstairs
,
where
the
ancient
overmantel
had
gathered
about
itself
an
aura
of
noisome
horror
more
intense
than
when
Joseph
Curwen
's
features
themselves
glanced
slyly
down
from
the
painted
panel
.
Mr.
Ward
,
dazed
by
the
flood
of
grotesque
morbidities
and
unthinkably
maddening
suggestions
that
poured
in
upon
him
from
every
side
,
could
only
acquiesce
;
and
half
an
hour
later
the
doctor
was
locked
in
the
shunned
room
with
the
paneling
from
Olney
Court
.
The
father
,
listening
outside
,
heard
fumbling
sounds
of
moving
and
rummaging
as
the
moments
passed
;
and
finally
a
wrench
and
a
creak
,
as
if
a
tight
cupboard
door
were
being
opened
.
Then
there
was
a
muffled
cry
,
a
kind
of
snorting
choke
,
and
a
hasty
slamming
of
whatever
had
been
opened
.
Almost
at
once
the
key
rattled
and
Willett
appeared
in
the
hall
,
haggard
and
ghastly
,
and
demanding
wood
for
the
real
fireplace
on
the
south
wall
of
the
room
.
The
furnace
was
not
enough
,
he
said
;
and
the
electric
log
had
little
practical
use
.
Longing
yet
not
daring
to
ask
questions
,
Mr.
Ward
gave
the
requisite
orders
and
a
man
brought
some
stout
pine
logs
,
shuddering
as
he
entered
the
tainted
air
of
the
library
to
place
them
in
the
grate
.
Willett
meanwhile
had
gone
up
to
the
dismantled
laboratory
and
brought
down
a
few
odds
and
ends
not
included
in
the
moving
of
the
July
before
.
They
were
in
a
covered
basket
,
and
Mr.
Ward
never
saw
what
they
were
.
Then
the
doctor
locked
himself
in
the
library
once
more
,
and
by
the
clouds
of
smoke
which
rolled
down
past
the
windows
from
the
chimney
it
was
known
that
he
had
lighted
the
fire
.
Later
,
after
a
great
rustling
of
newspapers
,
that
odd
wrench
and
creaking
were
heard
again
;
followed
by
a
thumping
which
none
of
the
eavesdroppers
liked
.
Thereafter
two
suppressed
cries
of
Willett
's
were
heard
,
and
hard
upon
these
came
a
swishing
rustle
of
indefinable
hatefulness
.
Finally
the
smoke
that
the
wind
beat
down
from
the
chimney
grew
very
dark
and
acrid
,
and
everyone
wished
that
the
weather
had
spared
them
this
choking
and
venomous
inundation
of
peculiar
fumes
.
Mr.
Ward
's
head
reeled
,
and
the
servants
all
clustered
together
in
a
knot
to
watch
the
horrible
black
smoke
swoop
down
.
After
an
age
of
waiting
the
vapors
seemed
to
lighted
,
and
half-formless
sounds
of
scraping
,
sweeping
,
and
other
minor
operations
were
heard
behind
the
bolted
door
.
And
at
last
,
after
the
slamming
of
some
cupboard
within
,
Willett
made
his
appearance
--
sad
,
pale
,
and
haggard
,
and
bearing
the
cloth-draped
basket
he
had
taken
from
the
upstairs
laboratory
.
He
had
left
the
window
open
,
and
into
that
once
accursed
room
was
pouring
a
wealth
of
pure
,
wholesome
air
to
mix
with
a
queer
new
smell
of
disinfectants
.
The
ancient
overmantel
still
lingered
;
but
it
seemed
robbed
of
malignity
now
,
and
rose
as
calm
and
stately
in
its
white
paneling
as
if
it
had
never
borne
the
picture
of
Joseph
Curwen
Night
was
coming
on
,
yet
this
time
its
shadows
held
no
latent
fright
,
but
only
a
gentle
melancholy
.
Of
what
he
had
done
the
doctor
would
never
speak
.
To
Mr.
Ward
he
said
,
'
I
can
answer
no
questions
,
but
I
will
say
that
there
are
different
kinds
of
magic
.
I
have
made
a
great
purgation
,
and
those
in
this
house
will
sleep
the
better
for
it
.
'
That
Dr.
Willett
's
"
purgation
"
had
been
an
ordeal
almost
as
nerve-racking
in
its
way
as
his
hideous
wandering
in
the
vanished
crypt
is
shown
by
the
fact
that
the
elderly
physician
gave
out
completely
as
soon
as
he
reached
home
that
evening
.
For
three
days
he
rested
constantly
in
his
room
,
though
servants
later
muttered
something
about
having
heard
him
after
midnight
on
Wednesday
,
when
the
outer
door
softly
opened
and
closed
with
phenomenal
softness
.
Servants
'
imaginations
,
fortunately
,
are
limited
,
else
comment
might
have
been
excited
by
an
item
in
Thursday
's
Evening
Bulletin
which
ran
as
follows
:
NORTH
END
GHOULS
AGAIN
ACTIVE
