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The
doctor
let
a
little
time
elapse
before
replying
,
as
if
choosing
his
words
for
an
effective
answer
.
'
I
have
found
'
,
he
finally
intoned
,
's
omething
in
a
cupboard
behind
an
ancient
overmantel
where
a
picture
once
was
,
and
I
have
burned
it
and
buried
the
ashes
where
the
grave
of
Charles
Dexter
Ward
ought
to
be
.
'
The
madman
choked
and
sprang
from
the
chair
in
which
he
had
been
sitting
:
'D
amn
ye
,
who
did
ye
tell
--
and
who
'll
believe
it
was
he
after
these
two
full
months
,
with
me
alive
?
What
d'ye
mean
to
do
?
'
Willett
,
though
a
small
man
,
actually
took
on
a
kind
of
judicial
majesty
as
he
calmed
the
patient
with
a
gesture
.
'
I
have
told
no
one
.
This
is
no
common
case
--
it
is
a
madness
out
of
time
and
a
horror
from
beyond
the
spheres
which
no
police
or
lawyers
or
courts
or
alienists
could
ever
fathom
or
grapple
with
.
Thank
God
some
chance
has
left
inside
me
the
spark
of
imagination
,
that
I
might
not
go
astray
in
thinking
out
this
thing
.
You
can
not
deceive
me
,
Joseph
Curwen
,
for
I
know
that
your
accursed
magic
is
true
!
'
'
I
know
how
you
wove
the
spell
that
brooded
outside
the
years
and
fastened
on
your
double
and
descendant
;
I
know
how
you
drew
him
into
the
past
and
got
him
to
raise
you
up
from
your
detestable
grave
;
I
know
how
he
kept
you
hidden
in
his
laboratory
while
you
studied
modern
things
and
roved
abroad
as
a
vampire
by
night
,
and
how
you
later
showed
yourself
in
beard
and
glasses
that
no
one
might
wonder
at
your
godless
likeness
to
him
;
I
know
what
you
resolved
to
do
when
he
balked
at
your
monstrous
rifling
of
the
world
's
tombs
,
and
at
what
you
planned
afterward
,
and
I
know
how
you
did
it
.
'
'
You
left
off
your
beard
and
glasses
and
fooled
the
guards
around
the
house
.
They
thought
it
was
he
who
went
in
,
and
they
thought
it
was
he
who
came
out
when
you
had
strangled
and
hidden
him
.
But
you
had
n't
reckoned
on
the
different
contents
of
two
minds
.
You
were
a
fool
,
Joseph
Curwen
,
to
fancy
that
a
mere
visual
identity
would
be
enough
.
Why
did
n't
you
think
of
the
speech
and
the
voice
and
the
handwriting
?
It
has
n't
worked
,
you
see
,
after
all
.
You
know
better
than
I
who
or
what
wrote
that
message
in
minuscules
,
but
I
will
warn
you
it
was
not
written
in
vain
.
There
are
abominations
and
blasphemies
which
must
be
stamped
out
,
and
I
believe
that
the
writer
of
those
words
will
attend
to
Orne
and
Hutchinson
.
One
of
those
creatures
wrote
you
once
,
"
do
not
call
up
any
that
you
can
not
put
down
"
.
You
were
undone
once
before
,
perhaps
in
that
very
way
,
and
it
may
be
that
your
own
evil
magic
will
undo
you
all
again
.
Curwen
,
a
man
ca
n't
tamper
with
Nature
beyond
certain
limits
,
and
every
horror
you
have
woven
will
rise
up
to
wipe
you
out
.
'
