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As
the
good
lady
shewed
me
out
of
the
building
she
made
it
clear
that
the
pirate
theory
of
the
Marsh
fortune
was
a
popular
one
among
the
intelligent
people
of
the
region
.
Her
own
attitude
toward
shadowed
Innsmouth
--
which
she
never
seen
--
was
one
of
disgust
at
a
community
slipping
far
down
the
cultural
scale
,
and
she
assured
me
that
the
rumours
of
devil-worship
were
partly
justified
by
a
peculiar
secret
cult
which
had
gained
force
there
and
engulfed
all
the
orthodox
churches
.
It
was
called
,
she
said
,
"
The
Esoteric
Order
of
Dagon
"
,
and
was
undoubtedly
a
debased
,
quasi-pagan
thing
imported
from
the
East
a
century
before
,
at
a
time
when
the
Innsmouth
fisheries
seemed
to
be
going
barren
.
Its
persistence
among
a
simple
people
was
quite
natural
in
view
of
the
sudden
and
permanent
return
of
abundantly
fine
fishing
,
and
it
soon
came
to
be
the
greatest
influence
in
the
town
,
replacing
Freemasonry
altogether
and
taking
up
headquarters
in
the
old
Masonic
Hall
on
New
Church
Green
.
All
this
,
to
the
pious
Miss
Tilton
,
formed
an
excellent
reason
for
shunning
the
ancient
town
of
decay
and
desolation
;
but
to
me
it
was
merely
a
fresh
incentive
.
To
my
architectural
and
historical
anticipations
was
now
added
an
acute
anthropological
zeal
,
and
I
could
scarcely
sleep
in
my
small
room
at
the
"
Y
"
as
the
night
wore
away
.
Shortly
before
ten
the
next
morning
I
stood
with
one
small
valise
in
front
of
Hammond
's
Drug
Store
in
old
Market
Square
waiting
for
the
Innsmouth
bus
.
As
the
hour
for
its
arrival
drew
near
I
noticed
a
general
drift
of
the
loungers
to
other
places
up
the
street
,
or
to
the
Ideal
Lunch
across
the
square
.
Evidently
the
ticket-agent
had
not
exaggerated
the
dislike
which
local
People
bore
toward
Innsmouth
and
its
denizens
.
In
a
few
moments
a
small
motor-coach
of
extreme
decrepitude
and
dirty
grey
colour
rattled
down
State
Street
,
made
a
turn
,
and
drew
up
at
the
curb
beside
me
.
I
felt
immediately
that
it
was
the
right
one
;
a
guess
which
the
half-illegible
sign
on
the
windshield
--
Arkham
--
Innsmouth-Newburyport
--
soon
verified
.
There
were
only
three
passengers
--
dark
,
unkempt
men
of
sullen
visage
and
somewhat
youthful
cast
--
and
when
the
vehicle
stopped
they
clumsily
shambled
out
and
began
walking
up
State
Street
in
a
silent
,
almost
furtive
fashion
.
The
driver
also
alighted
,
and
I
watched
him
as
he
went
into
the
drug
store
to
make
some
purchase
.
This
,
I
reflected
,
must
be
the
Joe
Sargent
mentioned
by
the
ticket-agent
;
and
even
before
I
noticed
any
details
there
spread
over
me
a
wave
of
spontaneous
aversion
which
could
be
neither
checked
nor
explained
.
It
suddenly
struck
me
as
very
natural
that
the
local
people
should
not
wish
to
ride
on
a
bus
owned
and
driven
by
this
man
,
or
to
visit
any
oftener
than
possible
the
habitat
of
such
a
man
and
his
kinsfolk
.
When
the
driver
came
out
of
the
store
I
looked
at
him
more
carefully
and
tried
to
determine
the
source
of
my
evil
impression
.
He
was
a
thin
,
stoop-shouldered
man
not
much
under
six
feet
tall
,
dressed
in
shabby
blue
civilian
clothes
and
wearing
a
frayed
golf
cap
.
His
age
was
perhaps
thirty-five
,
but
the
odd
,
deep
creases
in
the
sides
of
his
neck
made
him
seem
older
when
one
did
not
study
his
dull
,
expressionless
face
.
He
had
a
narrow
head
,
bulging
,
watery-blue
eyes
that
seemed
never
to
wink
,
a
flat
nose
,
a
receding
forehead
and
chin
,
and
singularly
undeveloped
ears
.
His
long
thick
lip
and
coarse-pored
,
greyish
cheeks
seemed
almost
beardless
except
for
some
sparse
yellow
hairs
that
straggled
and
curled
in
irregular
patches
;
and
in
places
the
surface
seemed
queerly
irregular
,
as
if
peeling
from
some
cutaneous
disease
.
His
hands
were
large
and
heavily
veined
,
and
had
a
very
unusual
greyish-blue
tinge
.
The
fingers
were
strikingly
short
in
proportion
to
the
rest
of
the
structure
,
and
seemed
to
have
a
tendency
to
curl
closely
into
the
huge
palm
.
As
he
walked
toward
the
bus
I
observed
his
peculiarly
shambling
gait
and
saw
that
his
feet
were
inordinately
immense
.
The
more
I
studied
them
the
more
I
wondered
how
he
could
buy
any
shoes
to
fit
them
.
A
certain
greasiness
about
the
fellow
increased
my
dislike
.
He
was
evidently
given
to
working
or
lounging
around
the
fish
docks
,
and
carried
with
him
much
of
their
characteristic
smell
.
Just
what
foreign
blood
was
in
him
I
could
not
even
guess
.
His
oddities
certainly
did
not
look
Asiatic
,
Polynesian
,
Levantine
or
negroid
,
yet
I
could
see
why
the
people
found
him
alien
.
I
myself
would
have
thought
of
biological
degeneration
rather
than
alienage
.
I
was
sorry
when
I
saw
there
would
be
no
other
passengers
on
the
bus
.
Somehow
I
did
not
like
the
idea
of
riding
alone
with
this
driver
.
But
as
leaving
time
obviously
approached
I
conquered
my
qualms
and
followed
the
man
aboard
,
extending
him
a
dollar
bill
and
murmuring
the
single
word
"
Innsmouth
.
"
He
looked
curiously
at
me
for
a
second
as
he
returned
forty
cents
change
without
speaking
.
I
took
a
seat
far
behind
him
,
but
on
the
same
side
of
the
bus
,
since
I
wished
to
watch
the
shore
during
the
journey
.
