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Circumstances have been in your favour thus far, but a recurrence is to be anticipated at any time. Be good enough to look upon me as a specialist, and give me all your confidence." Lashmore cleared his throat. "What do you wish to know, Dr. Cairn?" he asked, with a queer intermingling of respect and hauteur in his tones. "I wish to know about Mirza, wife of the third Baron Lashmore."
She had evidently started to come to my assistance when faintness overcame her." "What is her own account?" "That is her own account." "Who discovered her?" "I did." Dr. Cairn was drumming his fingers on the table. "You have a theory, Lord Lashmore," he said suddenly. "Let me hear it." Lord Lashmore started, and glared across at the speaker with a sort of haughty surprise. "I have a theory?"
Cairn, "since she was weak enough to consent to be present at a certain séance, has, from time to time, been possessed; she has been possessed by the spirit of a vampire! Obedient to the nameless cravings of that control, she has sought out Lord Lashmore, the last of the House of Dhoon.
It was bleeding profusely, and from its location I was afraid that it might have penetrated the internal jugular; but the external only was wounded. I arrested the flow of blood and made the patient comfortable. Lady Lashmore assisted me coolly and displayed some skill as a nurse. In fact she had applied a ligature before my arrival." "Lord Lashmore remained conscious?" "Quite.
Busy all the morning, settling things against my going out of towne this night. After dinner, late took horse, having sent for Lashmore to go with me, and so he and I rode to Dagenhams in the dark. There find the whole family well.
Cairn delayed for no further questions, but raced upstairs, his son close behind him. Together they burst into Lord Lashmore's bedroom. But just within the door they both stopped, aghast. Sitting bolt upright in bed was Lord Lashmore, his face a dingy grey and his open eyes, though filming over, yet faintly alight with a stark horror ... dead. An electric torch was still gripped in his left hand.
The fourth Baron Lashmore represents what the world calls 'The Curse of the House of Dhoon. At Dhoon Castle there is a secret chamber, which has engaged the pens of many so-called occultists, but which no man, save every heir, has entered for generations. It's very location is a secret. Measurements do not avail to find it.
It is such awful pariahs as this, Lord Lashmore, that constitute the danger of so-called spiritualism. Given suitable conditions, such a spirit might gain control of a human being." "Do you suggest that the spirit of the second lady " "It is distinctly possible that she haunts her descendants.
"Nor would it have surprised me, Rob, but I think he is stalking other game at present." Robert Cairn looked up quickly. "Lady Lashmore," he began "Well?" prompted his father.
Her body was decapitated, but her vampire soul cannot go upon its appointed course until the ancient ceremonial has been performed!" Lord Lashmore passed his hand across his eyes. "You daze me, Dr. Cairn. In brief, what do you mean?" "I mean that the spirit of Mirza is to this day loose upon the world, and is forced, by a deathless, unnatural longing to seek incarnation in a human body.
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