'I feel as though someone were lying dead in the room,' she said.
'Why does not Arthur come?'
They spoke inconsequently, and neither heeded what the other said. The window was wide open, but the air was difficult to breathe. And now the silence was so unusual that Susie grew strangely nervous. She tried to think of the noisy streets in Paris, the constant roar of traffic, and the shuffling of the crowds toward evening as the work people returned to their homes. She stood up.
'There's no air tonight. Look at the trees. Not a leaf is moving.'
'Why does not Arthur come?' repeated the doctor.
'There's no moon tonight. It will be very dark at Skene.'
'He's walked all day. He should be here by now.'
Susie felt an extraordinary oppression, and she panted for breath. At last they heard a step on the road outside, and Arthur stood at the window.
'Are you ready to come?' he said.
'We've been waiting for you.'
They joined him, bringing the few things that Dr Porhoлt had said were necessary, and they walked along the solitary road that led to Skene. On each side the heather stretched into the dark night, and there was a blackness about it that was ominous. There was no sound save that of their own steps. Dimly, under the stars, they saw the desolation with which they were surrounded. The way seemed very long. They were utterly exhausted, and they could hardly drag one foot after the other.
'You must let me rest for a minute,' said Susie.
They did not answer, but stopped, and she sat on a boulder by the wayside. They stood motionless in front of her, waiting patiently till she was ready. After a little while she forced herself to get up.
'Now I can go,' she said.
Still they did not speak, but walked on. They moved like figures in a dream, with a stealthy directness, as though they acted under the influence of another's will. Suddenly the road stopped, and they found themselves at the gates of Skene.
'Follow me very closely,' said Arthur.
He turned on one side, and they followed a paling. Susie could feel that they walked along a narrow path. She could see hardly two steps in front of her. At last he stood still.
'I came here earlier in the night and made the opening easier to get through.'
He turned back a broken piece of railing and slipped in. Susie followed, and Dr Porhoлt entered after her.
'I can see nothing,' said Susie.
'Give my your hand, and I will lead you.'
They walked with difficulty through the tangled bracken, among closely planted trees. They stumbled, and once Dr Porhoлt fell. It seemed that they went a long way. Susie's heart beat fast with anxiety. All her weariness was forgotten.
Then Arthur stopped them, and he pointed in front of him. Through an opening in the trees, they saw the house. All the windows were dark except those just under the roof, and from them came bright lights.
'Those are the attics which he uses as a laboratory. You see, he is working now. There is no one else in the house.'
Susie was curiously fascinated by the flaming lights. There was an awful mystery in those unknown labours which absorbed Oliver Haddo night after night till the sun rose. What horrible things were done there, hidden from the eyes of men? By himself in that vast house the madman performed ghastly experiments; and who could tell what dark secrets he trafficked in?
'There is no danger that he will come out,' said Arthur. 'He remains there till the break of day.'
He took her hand again and led her on. Back they went among the trees, and presently they were on a pathway. They walked along with greater safety.
'Are you all right, Porhoлt?' asked Arthur.
'Yes.'
But the trees grew thicker and the night more sombre. Now the stars were shut out, and they could hardly see in front of them.
'Here we are,' said Arthur.
They stopped, and found that there was in front of them a green space formed by four cross-ways. In the middle a stone bench gleamed vaguely against the darkness.
'This is where Margaret sat when last I saw her.'
'I can see to do nothing here,' said the doctor.
They had brought two flat bowls of brass to serve as censers, and these Arthur gave to Dr Porhoлt. He stood by Susie's side while the doctor busied himself with his preparations. They saw him move to and fro. They saw him bend to the ground. Presently there was a crackling of wood, and from the brazen bowls red flames shot up. They did not know what he burnt, but there were heavy clouds of smoke, and a strong, aromatic odour filled the air. Now and again the doctor was sharply silhouetted against the light. His slight, bowed figure was singularly mysterious. When Susie caught sight of his face, she saw that it was touched with a strong emotion. The work he was at affected him so that his doubts, his fears, had vanished. He looked like some old alchemist busied with unnatural things. Susie's heart began to beat painfully. She was growing desperately frightened and stretched out her hand so that she might touch Arthur. Silently he put his arm through hers. And now the doctor was tracing strange signs upon the ground. The flames died down and only a glow remained, but he seemed to have no difficulty in seeing what he was about. Susie could not discern what figures he drew. Then he put more twigs upon the braziers, and the flames sprang up once more, cutting the darkness sharply as with a sword.
'Now come,' he said.
But, inexplicably, a sudden terror seized Susie. She felt that the hairs of her head stood up, and a cold sweat broke out on her body. Her limbs had grown on an instant inconceivably heavy so that she could not move. A panic such as she had never known came upon her, and, except that her legs would not carry her, she would have fled blindly. She began to tremble. She tried to speak, but her tongue clave to her throat.
'I can't, I'm afraid,' she muttered hoarsely.
'You must. Without you we can do nothing,' said Arthur.
She could not reason with herself. She had forgotten everything except that she was frightened to death. Her heart was beating so quickly that she almost fainted. And now Arthur held her, so firmly that she winced.
'Let me go,' she whispered. 'I won't help you. I'm afraid.'
'You must,' he said. 'You must.'
'No.'
'I tell you, you must come.'
'Why?'
Her deadly fear expressed itself in a passion of sudden anger.
'Because you love me, and it's the only way to give me peace.'
She uttered a low wail of pain, and her terror gave way to shame. She blushed to the roots of her hair because he too knew her secret. And then she was seized again with anger because he had the cruelty to taunt her with it. She had recovered her courage now, and she stepped forward. Dr. Porhoлt told her where to stand. Arthur took his place in front of her.
'You must not move till I give you leave. If you go outside the figure I have drawn, I cannot protect you.'
For a moment Dr Porhoлt stood in perfect silence. Then he began to recite strange words in Latin. Susie heard him but vaguely. She did not know the sense, and his voice was so low that she could not have distinguished the words. But his intonation had lost that gentle irony which was habitual to him, and he spoke with a trembling gravity that was extraordinarily impressive. Arthur stood immobile as a rock. The flames died away, and they saw one another only by the glow of the ashes, dimly, like persons in a vision of death. There was silence. Then the necromancer spoke again, and now his voice was louder. He seemed to utter weird invocations, but they were in a tongue that the others knew not. And while he spoke the light from the burning cinders on a sudden went out.
It did not die, but was sharply extinguished, as though by invisible hands. And now the darkness was more sombre than that of the blackest night. The trees that surrounded them were hidden from their eyes, and the whiteness of the stone bench was seen no longer. They stood but a little way one from the other, but each might have stood alone. Susie strained her eyes, but she could see nothing. She looked up quickly; the stars were gone out, and she could see no further over her head than round about. The darkness was terrifying. And from it, Dr Porhoлt's voice had a ghastly effect. It seemed to come, wonderfully changed, from the void of bottomless chaos. Susie clenched her hands so that she might not faint.