The Beetle Part 24
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'c.o.c.kroach?-I know not what you say.'
'Well,-was it beetle, then?'
'Beetle!'
He seemed, all at once, to have lost his voice,-the word was gasped.
'After you went we found, upon a sheet of paper, a capitally executed drawing of a beetle, which, I fancy, you must have left behind you,-Scaraboeus sacer, wasn't it?'
'I know not what you talk of.'
'Its discovery seemed to have quite a singular effect on Mr Lessingham. Now, why was that?'
'I know nothing.'
'Oh yes you do,-and, before you go, I mean to know something too.'
The man was trembling, looking this way and that, showing signs of marked discomfiture. That there was something about that ancient scarab, which figures so largely in the still unravelled tangles of the Egyptian mythologies, and the effect which the mere sight of its cartouch-for the drawing had resembled something of the kind-had had on such a seasoned vessel as Paul Lessingham, which might be well worth my finding out, I felt convinced,-the man's demeanour, on my recurring to the matter, told its own plain tale. I made up my mind, if possible, to probe the business to the bottom, then and there.
'Listen to me, my friend. I am a plain man, and I use plain speech,-it's a kind of hobby I have. You will give me the information I require, and that at once, or I will pit my magic against yours,-in which case I think it extremely probable that you will come off worst from the encounter.'
I reached out for the lever, and the exhibition of electricity recommenced. Immediately his tremors were redoubled.
'My lord, I know not of what you talk.'
'None of your lies for me.-Tell me why, at the sight of the thing on that sheet of paper, Paul Lessingham went green and yellow.'
'Ask him, my lord.'
'Probably, later on, that is what I shall do. In the meantime, I am asking you. Answer,-or look out for squalls.'
The electrical exhibition was going on. He was glaring at it as if he wished that it would stop. As if ashamed of his cowardice, plainly, on a sudden, he made a desperate effort to get the better of his fears,-and succeeded better than I had expected or desired. He drew himself up with what, in him, amounted to an air of dignity.
'I am a child of Isis!'
It struck me that he made this remark, not so much to impress me, as with a view of elevating his own low spirits,
'Are you?-Then, in that case, I regret that I am unable to congratulate the lady on her offspring.'
When I said that, a ring came into his voice which I had not heard before.
'Silence!-You know not of what you speak!-I warn you, as I warned Paul Lessingham, be careful not to go too far. Be not like him,-heed my warning.'
'What is it I am being warned against,-the beetle?'
'Yes,-the beetle!'
Were I upon oath, and this statement being made, in the presence of witnesses, say, in a solicitor's office, I standing in fear of pains and penalties, I think that, at this point, I should leave the paper blank. No man likes to own himself a fool, or that he ever was a fool,-and ever since I have been wondering whether, on that occasion, that 'child of Isis' did, or did not, play the fool with me. His performance was realistic enough at the time, heaven knows. But, as it gets farther and farther away, I ask myself, more and more confidently, as time effluxes, whether, after all, it was not clever juggling,-superhumanly clever juggling, if you will; that, and nothing more. If it was something more, then, with a vengeance! there is more in heaven and earth than is dreamed of in our philosophy. The mere possibility opens vistas which the sane mind fears to contemplate.
Since, then, I am not on oath, and, should I fall short of verbal accuracy, I do not need to fear the engines of the law, what seemed to happen was this.
He was standing within about ten feet of where I leaned against the edge of the table. The light was full on, so that it was difficult to suppose that I could make a mistake as to what took place in front of me. As he replied to my mocking allusion to the beetle by echoing my own words, he vanished,-or, rather, I saw him taking a different shape before my eyes. His loose draperies all fell off him, and, as they were in the very act of falling, there issued, or there seemed to issue out of them, a monstrous creature of the beetle type,-the man himself was gone. On the point of size I wish to make myself clear. My impression, when I saw it first, was that it was as large as the man had been, and that it was, in some way, standing up on end, the legs towards me. But, the moment it came in view, it began to dwindle, and that so rapidly that, in a couple of seconds at most, a little heap of drapery was lying on the floor, on which was a truly astonis.h.i.+ng example of the coleoptera. It appeared to be a beetle. It was, perhaps, six or seven inches high, and about a foot in length. Its scales were of a vivid golden green. I could distinctly see where the wings were sheathed along the back, and, as they seemed to be slightly agitated, I looked, every moment, to see them opened, and the thing take wing.
I was so astonished,-as who would not have been?-that for an appreciable s.p.a.ce of time I was practically in a state of stupefaction. I could do nothing but stare. I was acquainted with the legendary transmigrations of Isis, and with the story of the beetle which issues from the woman's womb through all eternity, and with the other pretty tales, but this, of which I was an actual spectator, was something new, even in legends, If the man, with whom I had just been speaking, was gone, where had he gone to? If this glittering creature was there, in his stead, whence had it come?
I do protest this much, that, after the first shock of surprise had pa.s.sed, I retained my presence of mind. I felt as an investigator might feel, who has stumbled, haphazard, on some astounding, some epoch-making, discovery. I was conscious that I should have to make the best use of my mental faculties if I was to take full advantage of so astonis.h.i.+ng an accident. I kept my glance riveted on the creature, with the idea of photographing it on my brain. I believe that if it were possible to take a retinal print-which it someday will be-you would have a perfect picture of what it was I saw, Beyond doubt it was a lamellicorn, one of the copridae. With the one exception of its monstrous size, there were the characteristics in plain view;-the convex body, the large head, the projecting clypeus. More, its smooth head and throat seemed to suggest that it was a female. Equally beyond a doubt, apart from its size, there were unusual features present too. The eyes were not only unwontedly conspicuous, they gleamed as if they were lighted by internal flames,-in some indescribable fas.h.i.+on they reminded me of my vanished visitor. The colouring was superb, and the creature appeared to have the chameleon-like faculty of lightening and darkening the shades at will. Its not least curious feature was its restlessness. It was in a state of continual agitation; and, as if it resented my inspection, the more I looked at it the more its agitation grew. As I have said, I expected every moment to see it take wing and circle through the air.
All the while I was casting about in my mind as to what means I could use to effect its capture. I did think of killing it, and, on the whole, I rather wish that I had at any rate attempted slaughter,-there were dozens of things, lying ready to my hand, any one of which would have severely tried its const.i.tution;-but, on the spur of the moment, the only method of taking it alive which occurred to me, was to pop over it a big tin canister which had contained soda-lime. This canister was on the floor to my left. I moved towards it, as nonchalantly as I could, keeping an eye on that s.h.i.+ning wonder all the time. Directly I moved, its agitation perceptibly increased,-it was, so to speak, all one whirr of tremblement; it scintillated, as if its coloured scales had been so many prisms; it began to unsheath its wings, as if it had finally decided that it would make use of them. Picking up the tin, disembarra.s.sing it of its lid, I sprang towards my intended victim. Its wings opened wide; obviously it was about to rise; but it was too late. Before it had cleared the ground, the tin was over it.
It remained over it, however, for an instant only. I had stumbled, in my haste, and, in my effort to save myself from falling face foremost on to the floor, I was compelled to remove my hands from the tin. Before I was able to replace them, the tin was sent flying, and, while I was still partially rec.u.mbent, within eighteen inches of me, that beetle swelled and swelled, until it had a.s.sumed its former portentous dimensions, when, as it seemed, it was enveloped by a human shape, and in less time than no time, there stood in front of me, naked from top to toe, my truly versatile oriental friend. One startling fact nudity revealed,- that I had been egregiously mistaken on the question of s.e.x. My visitor was not a man, but a woman, and, judging from the brief glimpse which I had of her body, by no means old or ill-shaped either.
If that transformation was not a bewildering one, then two and two make five. The most level-headed scientist would temporarily have lost his mental equipoise on witnessing such a quick change as that within a span or two of his own nose I was not only witless, I was breathless too,-I could only gape. And, while I gaped, the woman, stooping down, picking up her draperies, began to huddle them on her anyhow,-and, also, to skeddadle towards the door which led into the yard. When I observed this last manoeuvre, to some extent I did rise to the requirements of the situation. Leaping up, I rushed to stay her flight.
'Stop!' I shouted.
But she was too quick for me. Ere I could reach her, she had opened the door, and was through it,-and, what was more, she had slammed it in my face. In my excitement, I did some fumbling with the handle. When, in my turn, I was in the yard, she was out of sight. I did fancy I saw a dim form disappearing over the wall at the further side, and I made for it as fast as I knew how. I clambered on to the wall, looking this way and that, but there was nothing and no one to be seen. I listened for the sound of retreating footsteps, but all was still. Apparently I had the entire neighbourhood to my own sweet self. My visitor had vanished. Time devoted to pursuit I felt would be time ill-spent.
As I returned across the yard, Woodville, who still was taking his rest under the open canopy of heaven, sat up. Seemingly my approach had roused him out of slumber. At sight of me he rubbed his eyes, and yawned, and blinked.
'I say,' he remarked, not at all unreasonably, 'where am I?'
'You're on holy-or on haunted ground,-hang me if I quite know which!-but that's where you are, my boy.'
'By Jove!-I am feeling queer!-I have got a headache, don't you know.'
'I shouldn't be in the least surprised at anything you have, or haven't,-I'm beyond surprise. It's a drop of whisky you are wanting,-and what I'm wanting too,-only, for goodness sake, drop me none of your drops! Mine is a case for a bottle at the least.'
I put my arm through his, and went with him into the laboratory.
And, when we were in, I shut, and locked, and barred the door.
CHAPTER XIX
THE LADY RAGES
Dora Grayling stood in the doorway.
'I told your servant he need not trouble to show me in,-and I've come without my aunt. I hope I'm not intruding.'
She was-confoundedly; and it was on the tip of my tongue to tell her so. She came into the room, with twinkling eyes, looking radiantly happy,-that sort of look which makes even a plain young woman prepossessing.
'Am I intruding?-I believe I am.'
She held out her hand, while she was still a dozen feet away, and when I did not at once dash forward to make a clutch at it, she shook her head and made a little mouth at me.
'What's the matter with you?-Aren't you well?'
The Beetle Part 24
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