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"What's his object?" he whispered. Dr. Cairn shrugged his shoulders. "Lady Lashmore would be the wealthiest widow in society," he replied. "He will know now," continued the younger man unsteadily, "that you are up against him. Have you " "I have told Lord Lashmore to lock, at night, not only his outer door but also that of his dressing-room.
Although Sime could not be sure of what he saw, the recollection came to him of words recently spoken by Dr. Cairn. He remembered the story of Julian the Apostate, Julian the Emperor the Necromancer. He remembered what had been found in the Temple of the Moon after Julian's death. He remembered that Lady Lashmore And thereupon he experienced such a nausea that but for the fact that Dr.
Bending over someone who lay upon the carpet near the bedside they perceived Sir Elwin Groves. He looked up. Some little of his usual self-possession had fled. "Ah, Cairn!" he jerked. "We've both come too late." The prostrate figure was that of Lady Lashmore, a loose kimono worn over her night-robe.
Cairn quietly. "One is to find that cavern and to kill, in the occult sense, by means of a stake, the vampire who lies there; the other which, I confess, might only result in the permanent 'possession' of Lady Lashmore is to get at the power which controls this disembodied spirit kill Antony Ferrara!" Robert Cairn went to the sideboard, and poured out brandy with a shaking hand.
The stock was untied; and Dr. Cairn, through a powerful glass, examined the marks. One of them, the lower, was slightly inflamed. Lord Lashmore retied his stock, standing before the small mirror set in the overmantel. "You had an impression of some presence in the room at the time of the outrage?" pursued the doctor. "Distinctly; on both occasions." "Did you see anything?"
Cairn quietly, "the strain came from Mirza, the sorceress. What of her?" Lord Lashmore's eyes shone feverishly. "How do you know that she was a sorceress?" he asked, hoarsely. "These are family secrets." "They will remain so," Dr. Cairn answered. "But my studies have gone far, and I know that Mirza, wife of the third Baron Lashmore, practised the Black Art in life, and became after death a ghoul.
To sleep till 5 o'clock, when it is now very dark, and then rose, being called up by order by Mr. Marlow, and so up and dressed myself, and by and by comes Mr. Lashmore on horseback, and I had my horse I borrowed of Mr. Gillthropp, Sir W. Batten's clerke, brought to me, and so we set out and rode hard and was at Nonsuch by about eight o'clock, a very fine journey and a fine day.
Sir Elwin Groves invited my opinion and I gave it." Lady Lashmore paled perceptibly. "Lord Lashmore, I know," she said, "was greatly concerned, but indeed it was nothing serious " "I quite agree. It was due to nervous excitement." Lady Lashmore held a fan before her face. "There have been recent happenings," she said "as no doubt you are aware which must have shaken anyone's nerves.
"A magician more mighty and more evil than Mirza ever was or could be," he continued, "a master of the Black Art, expelled a woman's spirit from its throne and temporarily installed in its place the blood-lustful spirit of Mirza!" "My God, sir!" cried Robert Cairn, and threw down his pencil. "I begin to understand!" "Lady Lashmore," said Dr.
Mirza, the Polish Jewess, who became Lady Lashmore in 1615, practised sorcery in life and became, after death, a ghoul one who sustained an unholy existence by unholy means a vampire." "But, sir! Surely that is but a horrible superstition of the Middle Ages!"
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