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He was killed in the war, and never returned to Carra, but when, in the reign of Jovian, the seal was broken and the temple opened, a body was found hanging by its hair I will spare you the particulars; it was a case of that most awful form of sorcery anthropomancy!" An expression of horror had crept over Robert Cairn's face. "Do you mean, sir, that this pyramid was used for similar purposes?"
Again she hesitated, as though doubting the wisdom of further speech; but a brief scrutiny of Cairn's face, with deep anxiety to be read in his eyes, determined her to proceed. "I had been asleep, and I must have been dreaming, for I thought that a voice was chanting, quite near to me." "Chanting?" "Yes it was horrible, in some way.
Close upon that frightful sound followed a cry so piercing that it seemed to ice the blood in Dr. Cairn's veins. "Stop, sir, stop! My God! what are you doing!" A swift blow struck the dagger from his hand and the figure on the bed sprang upright. Swaying dizzily, Dr.
Cairn's orders. From where he stood by the tall mantel-piece, Robert Cairn could watch Myra Duquesne, a dainty picture in her simple evening-gown, where she sat reading in a distant corner, her delicate beauty forming a strong contrast to the background of sombre volumes. Dr. Cairn sat by the big table, smoking, and apparently listening.
For another to have compassed so much, would have been a notable victory; for Ferrara, such a victory would be trivial. What then, did it mean? His father had told him, and the uncanny events of the evening stood evidence of Dr. Cairn's wisdom. The mysterious and evil force which Antony Ferrara controlled was being focussed upon him!
Cairn, without preamble, plunged excitedly into an account of his meeting with Ferrara. "The silk cord," he concluded, "I have in my hand at the present moment, and " "Hold on a moment!" came Dr. Cairn's voice, rather grimly. Followed a short interval; then "Hullo, Rob!
Sime, looking in the direction indicated by Cairn's extended finger, received a vague impression that a grotesque, long-headed figure had appeared momentarily in the doorway opening upon the room where the dancers were; then it was gone again, if it had ever been there, and he was supporting Cairn, who swayed dizzily, and had become ghastly pale.
"I could believe once more in the justice of Heaven, if the great knowledge of Sir Michael Ferrara should prove to be the weapon to destroy the fiend whom we raised! he and I may we be forgiven!" Robert Cairn's excitement was dreadful. "Can you tell me nothing?" he cried. "What do you hope? What do you fear?" "Don't ask me, Rob," replied his father; "you will know within five minutes."
The barred shadow on the lichened stones beyond the elm was cast by the hidden gate; and straight ahead, where, between a quaint chimney-stack and a bartizan, a triangular patch of blue showed like spangled velvet, lay the Thames. It was from there the cooling breeze came. But Cairn's gaze was set upon a window almost directly ahead, and west below the chimneys.
The carefully planned incident at the Museum whereby the constable had become possessed of Cairn's card; the distinct possibility that a detective might knock upon his door at any moment with the inevitable result of his detention pending inquiries formed a chain which had seemed complete, save that Antony Ferrara, was the schemer.
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