Tongues of Conscience Part 39
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He paused again. His uneasiness was becoming very apparent.
"And you did catch somebody?" said the Father.
Guildea cleared his throat.
"That's just it," he said, "now we come to it. I'm not imaginative, as you know."
"You certainly are not."
"No, but hardly had I stepped into the pa.s.sage before I felt certain that somebody had got into the house during my absence. I felt convinced of it, and not only that, I also felt convinced that the intruder was the very person I had dimly seen sitting upon the seat in the Park. What d'you say to that?"
"I begin to think you are imaginative."
"H'm! It seemed to me that the person--the occupant of the seat--and I, had simultaneously formed the project of interviewing each other, had simultaneously set out to put that project into execution. I became so certain of this that I walked hastily upstairs into this room, expecting to find the visitor awaiting me. But there was no one. I then came down again and went into the dining-room. No one. I was actually astonished.
Isn't that odd?"
"Very," said the Father, quite gravely.
The Professor's chill and gloomy manner, and uncomfortable, constrained appearance kept away the humour that might well have lurked round the steps of such a discourse.
"I went upstairs again," he continued, "sat down and thought the matter over. I resolved to forget it, and took up a book. I might perhaps have been able to read, but suddenly I thought I noticed----"
He stopped abruptly. Father Murchison observed that he was staring towards the green baize that covered the parrot's cage.
"But that's nothing," he said. "Enough that I couldn't read. I resolved to explore the house. You know how small it is, how easily one can go all over it. I went all over it. I went into every room without exception. To the servants, who were having supper, I made some excuse.
They were surprised at my advent, no doubt."
"And Pitting?"
"Oh, he got up politely when I came in, stood while I was there, but never said a word. I muttered 'don't disturb yourselves,' or something of the sort, and came out. Murchison, I found n.o.body new in the house--yet I returned to this room entirely convinced that somebody had entered while I was in the Park."
"And gone out again before you came back?"
"No, had stayed, and was still in the house."
"But, my dear Guildea," began the Father, now in great astonishment.
"Surely----"
"I know what you want to say--what I should want to say in your place.
Now, do wait. I am also convinced that this visitor has not left the house and is at this moment in it."
He spoke with evident sincerity, with extreme gravity. Father Murchison looked him full in the face, and met his quick, keen eyes.
"No," he said, as if in reply to an uttered question: "I'm perfectly sane, I a.s.sure you. The whole matter seems almost as incredible to me as it must to you. But, as you know, I never quarrel with facts, however strange. I merely try to examine into them thoroughly. I have already consulted a doctor and been p.r.o.nounced in perfect bodily health."
He paused, as if expecting the Father to say something.
"Go on, Guildea," he said, "you haven't finished."
"No. I felt that night positive that somebody had entered the house, and remained in it, and my conviction grew. I went to bed as usual, and, contrary to my expectation, slept as well as I generally do. Yet directly I woke up yesterday morning I knew that my household had been increased by one."
"May I interrupt you for one moment? How did you know it?"
"By my mental sensation. I can only say that I was perfectly conscious of a new presence within my house, close to me."
"How very strange," said the Father. "And you feel absolutely certain that you are not over-worked? Your brain does not feel tired? Your head is quite clear?"
"Quite. I was never better. When I came down to breakfast that morning I looked sharply into Pitting's face. He was as coldly placid and inexpressive as usual. It was evident to me that his mind was in no way distressed. After breakfast I sat down to work, all the time ceaselessly conscious of the fact of this intruder upon my privacy. Nevertheless, I laboured for several hours, waiting for any development that might occur to clear away the mysterious obscurity of this event. I lunched. About half-past two I was obliged to go out to attend a lecture. I therefore, took my coat and hat, opened my door, and stepped on to the pavement. I was instantly aware that I was no longer intruded upon, and this although I was now in the street, surrounded by people. Consequently, I felt certain that the thing in my house must be thinking of me, perhaps even spying upon me."
"Wait a moment," interrupted the Father. "What was your sensation? Was it one of fear?"
"Oh, dear no. I was entirely puzzled,--as I am now--and keenly interested, but not in any way alarmed. I delivered my lecture with my usual ease and returned home in the evening. On entering the house again I was perfectly conscious that the intruder was still there. Last night I dined alone and spent the hours after dinner in reading a scientific work in which I was deeply interested. While I read, however, I never for one moment lost the knowledge that some mind--very attentive to me--was within hail of mine. I will say more than this--the sensation constantly increased, and, by the time I got up to go to bed, I had come to a very strange conclusion."
"What? What was it?"
"That whoever--or whatever--had entered my house during my short absence in the Park was more than interested in me."
"More than interested in you?"
"Was fond, or was becoming fond, of me."
"Oh!" exclaimed the Father. "Now I understand why you asked me just now whether I thought there was anything about you that might draw a human being or an animal irresistibly to you."
"Precisely. Since I came to this conclusion, Murchison, I will confess that my feeling of strong curiosity has become tinged with another feeling."
"Of fear?"
"No, of dislike, of irritation. No--not fear, not fear."
As Guildea repeated unnecessarily this a.s.severation he looked again towards the parrot's cage.
"What is there to be afraid of in such a matter?" he added. "I'm not a child to tremble before bogies."
In saying the last words he raised his voice sharply; then he walked quickly to the cage, and, with an abrupt movement, pulled the baize covering from it. Napoleon was disclosed, apparently dozing upon his perch with his head held slightly on one side. As the light reached him, he moved, ruffled the feathers about his neck, blinked his eyes, and began slowly to sidle to and fro, thrusting his head forward and drawing it back with an air of complacent, though rather unmeaning, energy.
Guildea stood by the cage, looking at him closely, and indeed with an attention that was so intense as to be remarkable, almost unnatural.
"How absurd these birds are!" he said at length, coming back to the fire.
"You have no more to tell me?" asked the Father.
"No. I am still aware of the presence of something in my house. I am still conscious of its close attention to me. I am still irritated, seriously annoyed--I confess it,--by that attention."
"You say you are aware of the presence of something at this moment?"
"At this moment--yes."
"Do you mean in this room, with us, now?"
"I should say so--at any rate, quite near us."
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