The Necromancers eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 237 pages of information about The Necromancers.

Immediately before them, across the road, rose the high oak paling that enclosed the lawn on this side, and the immense limes that towered, untrimmed and undipped, in delicate soaring filigree against the peacock sky of night.  Behind them showed the chimneys, above the dusky front of red-brick and the parapet.  The moon was not yet full upon the house, and the windows glimmered only here and there, in lines and sudden patches where they caught the reflected light.

Yet the two looked at it in silence.  They had seen such a sight fifty times before, for the landlord and the other at least twice a week spent such an evening together, and usually parted at the door.  But they stood here on this evening and looked.

All was as still as a spring night can be.  Unseen and unheard the life of the earth streamed upwards in twig and blade and leaf, pushing on to the miracle of the prophet Jonas, to be revealed in wealth of color and scent and sound a fortnight later.  The wind had fallen; the last doors were shut, and the two figures standing here were as still as all else.  To neither of them occurred even the thinnest shadow of a suspicion as to the cause that held them here—­two plain men—­in silence, staring at an old house—­not a thought of any hidden life beyond that of matter, that life by which most men reckon existence.  For them this was but one more night such as they had known for half a century.  There was a moon.  It was fine.  That was Mrs. Baxter’s house.  This was the village street:—­that was the sum of the situation....

Mr. Nugent moved off presently with a brisk air, bidding his friend good night, and the landlord, after another look, went in.  There came the sound of bolts and bars, the light in the window of the parlor beside the bar suddenly went out, footsteps creaked upstairs; a door shut, and all was silence.

Half an hour later a shadow moved across the blind upstairs:  an arm appeared to elongate itself; then, up went the blind, the window followed it, and a bearded face looked out into the moonlight.  Behind was the table littered with papers, for Mr. Cathcart, laborious even in the midst of anxiety, had brought down with him for the Sunday a quantity of business that could not easily wait; and had sat there patiently docketing, correcting, and writing ever since his interview in the lane nearly five hours before.

Even now his face seemed serene enough; it jerked softly this way and that, up the street and down again; then once more settled down to stare across the road at the grey and silver pile beyond the trees.  Yet even he saw nothing there beyond what the landlord had seen.  It stood there, uncrossed by lights or footsteps or sounds, keeping its secret well, even from him who knew what it contained.

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