Complete Works of Bram Stoker

by Bram Stoker

  “Hold — hold!” he cried. “Who are you, and what do you mean by that?” — ”Oh! somebody is there,” cried the man, as he advanced. “My friend, whoever you are, you were very foolish to throw a stone at me.”

  “And, my friend, whoever you are,” responded the doctor, “you were very spiteful to fire a pistol bullet at me in consequence.” —

  “Not at all.”

  “But I say yes; for, probably, I can prove a right to be here, which you cannot.” — ”Ah!” said the stranger, “that voice — why — you are Dr. Chillingworth?”

  “I am; but I don’t know you,” said the doctor, as he emerged now from the summer-house, and confronted the stranger who was within a few paces of the entrance to it. Then he started, as he added, —

  “Yes, I do know you, though. How, in the name of Heaven, came you here, and what purpose have you in so coming?”

  “What purpose have you? Since we met at Varney’s, I have been making some inquiries about this neighbourhood, and learn strange things.” — ”That you may very easily do here; and, what is more extraordinary, the strange things are, for the most part, I can assure you, quite true.”

  The reader will, from what has been said, now readily recognise this man as Sir Francis Varney’s mysterious visitor, to whom he gave, from some hidden cause or another, so large a sum of money, and between whom and Dr. Chillingworth a mutual recognition had taken place, on the occasion when Sir Francis Varney had, with such cool assurance, invited the admiral to breakfast with him at his new abode.

  “You, however,” said the man, “I have no doubt, are fully qualified to tell me of more than I have been able to learn from other people; and, first of all, let me ask you why you are here?” — ”Before I answer you that question, or any other,” said the doctor, “let me beg of you to tell me truly, is Sir Francis Varney — ”

  The doctor whispered in the ear of the stranger some name, as if he feared, even there, in the silence of that garden, where everything conspired to convince him that he could not be overheard, to pronounce it in an audible tone.

  “He is,” said the other. — ”You have no manner of doubt of it?”

  “Doubt? — certainly not. What doubt can I have? I know it for a positive certainty, and he knows, of course, that I do know it, and has purchased my silence pretty handsomely, although I must confess that nothing but my positive necessities would have induced me to make the large demands upon him that I have, and I hope soon to be able to release him altogether from them.”

  The doctor shook his head repeatedly, as he said, —

  “I suspected it; I suspected it, do you know, from the first moment that I saw you there in his house. His face haunted me ever since — awfully haunted me; and yet, although I felt certain that I had once seen it under strange circumstances, I could not identify it with — but no matter, no matter. I am waiting here for him.”

  “Indeed!” — ”Ay, that I am; and I flung a stone at you, not knowing you, with hope that you would be, by such means, perhaps, scared away, and so leave the coast clear for him.”

  “Then you have an appointment with him?” — ”By no means; but he has made such repeated and determined attacks upon this house that the family who inhabited it were compelled to leave it, and I am here to watch him, and ascertain what can possibly be his object.”

  “It is as I suspected, then,” muttered this man. “Confound him! Now can I read, as if in a book, most clearly, the game that he is playing!”

  “Can you?” cried the doctor, energetically — ”can you? What is it? Tell me, for that is the very thing I want to discover.” — ”You don’t say so?”

  “It is, indeed; and I assure you that it concerns the peace of a whole family to know it. You say you have made inquiries about this neighbourhood, and, if you have done so, you have discovered how the family of the Bannerworths have been persecuted by Varney, and how, in particular, Flora Bannerworth, a beautiful and intelligent girl, has been most cruelly made to suffer.”

  “I have heard all that, and I dare say with many exaggerations.” — ”It would be difficult for any one really to exaggerate the horrors that have taken place in this house, so that any information which you can give respecting the motives of Varney will tend, probably, to restore peace to those who have been so cruelly persecuted, and be an act of kindness which I think not altogether inconsistent with your nature.”

  “You think so, and yet know who I am.” — ”I do, indeed.”

  “And what I am. Why, if I were to go into the market-place of yon town, and proclaim myself, would not all shun me — ay, even the very lowest and vilest; and yet you talk of an act of kindness not being altogether inconsistent with my nature!” — ”I do, because I know something more of you than many.”

  There was a silence of some moments’ duration, and then the stranger spoke in a tone of voice which looked as it he were struggling with some emotion.

  “Sir, you do know more of me than many. You know what I have been, and you know how I left an occupation which would have made me loathed. But you — even you — do not know what made me take to so terrible a trade.” — ”I do not.”

  “Would it suit you for me now to tell you?” — ”Will you first promise me that you will do all you can for this persecuted family of the Bannerworths, in whom I take so strange an interest?”

  “I will. I promise you that freely. Of my own knowledge, of course, I can say but little concerning them, but, upon that warranting, I well believe they deserve abundant sympathy, and from me they shall have it.”

  “A thousand thanks! With your assistance, I have little doubt of being able to extricate them from the tangled web of dreadful incidents which has turned them from their home; and now, whatever you may choose to tell me of the cause which drove you to be what you became, I shall listen to with abundant interest. Only let me beseech you to come into this summer-house, and to talk low.”

  “I will, and you can pursue your watch at the same time, while I beguile its weariness.” — ”Be it so.”

  “You knew me years ago, when I had all the chances in the world of becoming respectable and respected. I did, indeed; and you may, therefore, judge of my surprise when, some years since, being in the metropolis, I met you, and you shunned my company.” — ”Yes; but, at last, you found out why it was that I shunned your company.”

  “I did. You yourself told me once that I met you, and would not leave you, but insisted upon your dining with me. Then you told me, when you found that I would take no other course whatever, that you were no other than the — the — — ” —

  “Out with it! I can bear to hear it now better than I could then! I told you that I was the common hangman of London!”

  “You did, I must confess, to my most intense surprise.”

  “Yes, and yet you kept to me; and, but that I respected you too much to allow you to do so, you would, from old associations, have countenanced me; but I could not, and I would not, let you do so. I told you then that, although I held the terrible office, that I had not been yet called upon to perform its loathsome functions. Soon — soon — come the first effort — it was the last!”

  “Indeed! You left the dreadful trade?”

  “I did — I did. But what I want to tell you, for I could not then, was why I went ever to it. The wounds my heart had received were then too fresh to allow me to speak of them, but I will tell you now. The story is a brief one, Mr. Chillingworth. I pray you be seated.”

  CHAPTER LXXII.

  THE STRANGE STORY. — THE ARRIVAL OF THE MOB AT THE HALL, AND THEIR DISPERSION.

  “You will find that the time which elapsed since I last saw you in London, to have been spent in an eventful, varied manner.” — ”You were in good circumstances then,” said Mr. Chillingworth. — ”I was, but many events happened after that which altered the prospect; made it even more gloomy than you can well imagine: but I will tell you all candidly, and you can keep watch upon Bannerworth Hall at the sa
me time. You are well aware that I was well to do, and had ample funds, and inclination to spend them.” — ”I recollect: but you were married then, surely?” — ”I was,” said the stranger, sadly, “I was married then.” — ”And now?” — ”I am a widower.” The stranger seemed much moved, but, after a moment or so, he resumed — ”I am a widower now; but how that event came about is partly my purpose to tell you. I had not married long — that is very long — for I have but one child, and she is not old, or of an age to know much more than what she may be taught; she is still in the course of education. I was early addicted to gamble; the dice had its charms, as all those who have ever engaged in play but too well know; it is perfectly fascinating.” — ”So I have heard,” said Mr. Chillingworth; “though, for myself, I found a wife and professional pursuits quite incompatible with any pleasure that took either time or resources.” —

  “It is so. I would I had never entered one of those houses where men are deprived of their money and their own free will, for at the gambling-table you have no liberty, save that in gliding down the stream in company with others. How few have ever escaped destruction — none, I believe — men are perfectly fascinated; it is ruin alone that enables a man to see how he has been hurried onwards without thought or reflection; and how fallacious were all the hopes he ever entertained! Yes, ruin, and ruin alone, can do this; but, alas! ‘tis then too late — the evil is done. Soon after my marriage I fell in with a Chevalier St. John. He was a man of the world in every sense of the word, and one that was well versed in all the ways of society. I never met with any man who was so perfectly master of himself, and of perfect ease and self-confidence as he was. He was never at a loss, and, come what would, never betrayed surprise or vexation — two qualities, he thought, never ought to be shown by any man who moved in society.” —

  “Indeed!” — ”He was a strange man — a very strange man.” —

  “Did he gamble?” —

  “It is difficult to give you a correct and direct answer. I should say he did, and yet he never lost or won much; but I have often thought he was more connected with those who did than was believed.” —

  “Was that a fact?” inquired Mr. Chillingworth. —

  “You shall see as we go on, and be able to judge for yourself. I have thought he was. Well, he first took me to a handsome saloon, where gambling was carried on. We had been to the opera. As we came out, he recommended that we should sup at a house where he was well known, and where he was in the habit of spending his evenings after the opera, and before he retired. I agreed to this. I saw no reason why I should not. We went there, and bitterly have I repented of so doing for years since, and do to this day.” —

  “Your repentance has been sincere and lasting,” said Mr. Chillingworth; “the one proves the other.” — ”It does; but I thought not so then. The place was glittering, and the wine good. It was a kind of earthly paradise; and when we had taken some wine, the chevalier said to me, —

  “‘I am desirous of seeing a friend backwards; he is at the hazard-table. Will you go with me?’ — I hesitated. I feared to see the place where a vice was carried on. I knew myself inclined to prudential motives. I said to him, — ’No, St. John, I’ll wait here for you; it may be as well — the wine is good, and it will content me?’

  “‘Do so,’ he said, smiling; ‘but remember I seldom or never play myself, nor is there any reason why you should.’ — ’I’ll go, but I will not play.’ — ’Certainly not; you are free alike to look on, play, or quit the place at any moment you please, and not be noticed, probably, by a single soul.’

  “I arose, and we walked backwards, having called one of the men who were waiting about, but who were watchers and door-keepers of the ‘hell.’ We were led along the passage, and passed through the pair of doors, which were well secured and rendered the possibility of a surprise almost impossible. After these dark places, we were suddenly let into a place where we were dazzled by the light and brilliancy of the saloon. It was not so large as the one we left, but it was superior to it in all its appointments.

  “At first I could not well see who was, or who was not, in the room where we were. As soon, however, as I found the use of my eyes, I noticed many well-dressed men, who were busily engaged in play, and who took no notice of any one who entered. We walked about for some minutes without speaking to any one, but merely looking on. I saw men engaged in play; some with earnestness, others again with great nonchalance, and money changed hands without the least remark. There were but few who spoke, and only those in play. There was a hum of conversation; but you could not distinguish what was said, unless you paid some attention to, and was in close vicinity with, the individual who spoke.

  “‘Well,’ said St. John, ‘what do you think of this place?’ — ’Why,’ I replied, ‘I had no notion of seeing a place fitted up as this is.’

  “‘No; isn’t it superb?’ — ’It is beautifully done. They have many visitors,’ said I, ‘many more than I could have believed.’

  “‘Yes, they are all bona fide players; men of stamp and rank — none of your seedy legs who have only what they can cheat you out of.’ — ’Ah!’ — ’And besides,’ he added, ‘you may often form friendships here that lead to fortune hereafter. I do not mean in play, because there is no necessity for your doing so, or, if you do so, in going above a stake which you know won’t hurt you.’ — ’Exactly.’

  “‘Many men can never approach a table like this, and sit down to an hour’s play, but, if they do, they must stake not only more than they can afford, but all their property, leaving themselves beggars.’ ‘They do?” said I.

  “‘But men who know themselves, their resources, and choose to indulge for a time, may often come and lay the foundation to a very pretty fortune.’

  “‘Do you see your friend?’ I inquired. — ’No, I do not; but I will inquire if he has been here — if not, we will go.’

  “He left me for a moment or two to make some inquiry, and I stood looking at the table, where there were four players, and who seemed to be engaged at a friendly game; and when one party won they looked grave, and when the other party lost they smiled and looked happy. I walked away, as the chevalier did not return immediately to me; and then I saw a gentleman rise up from a table. He had evidently lost. I was standing by the seat, unconsciously holding the back in my hand. I sat down without thinking or without speaking, and found myself at the hazard table.

  “‘Do you play, sir?’ — ’Yes,’ I said. I had hardly uttered the words when I was sorry for them; but I could not recall them. I sat down, and play at once commenced.

  “In about ten or fifteen minutes, often losing and then winning, I found myself about a hundred and twenty pounds in pocket, clear gain by the play.

  “‘Ah!’ said the chevalier, who came up at that moment, ‘I thought you wouldn’t play.’ — ’I really don’t know how it happened,’ said I, ‘but I suddenly found myself here without any previous intention.’

  “‘You are not a loser, I hope?’ — ’Indeed I am not,’ I replied; ‘but not much a gainer.’

  “‘Nor need you desire to be. Do you desire to give your adversary his revenge now, or take another opportunity.’ — ’At another time,’ I replied.

  “‘You will find me here the day after to-morrow, when I shall be at your service;’ then bowing, he turned away.

  “‘He is a very rich man whom you have been playing with,’ said the chevalier. — ”

  “Indeed!”

  “‘Yes, and I have known him to lose for three days together; but you may take his word for any amount; he is a perfect gentleman and man of honour.’ — ’’Tis well to play with such,’ I replied; ‘but I suppose you are about to leave.’

  “‘Yes, it grows late, and I have some business to transact to-morrow, so I must leave.’ — ’I will accompany you part of the way home,’ said I, ‘and then I shall have finished the night.’

  “I did leave with him, and accompanied him home, and
then walked to my own home.”

  “This was my first visit, and I thought a propitious beginning, but it was the more dangerous. Perhaps a loss might have effectually deterred me, but it is doubtful to tell how certain events might have been altered. It is just possible that I might have been urged on by my desire to retrieve any loss I might have incurred, and so made myself at once the miserable being it took months to accomplish in bringing me to.

  “I went the day but one after this, to meet the same individual at the gambling-table, and played some time with varied success, until I left off with a trifling loss upon the night’s play, which was nothing of any consequence.

  “Thus matters went on; I sometimes won and sometimes lost, until I won a few hundreds, and this determined me to play for higher stakes than any I had yet played for.

  “It was no use going on in the peddling style I had been going on; I had won two hundred and fifty pounds in three months, and had I been less fearful I might have had twenty-five thousand pounds. Ah! I’ll try my fortune at a higher game.

  “Having once made this resolution, I was anxious to begin my new plan, which I hoped would have the effect of placing me far above my then present position in society, which was good, and with a little attention it would have made me an independent man; but then it required patience, and nothing more. However, the other method was so superior since it might all be done with good luck in a few months. Ah! good luck; how uncertain is good luck; how changeful is fortune; how soon is the best prospect blighted by the frosts of adversity. In less than a month I had lost more than I could pay, and then I gambled on for a living.

  “My wife had but one child; her first and only one; an infant at her breast; but there was a change came over her; for one had come over me — a fearful one it was too — one not only in manner but in fortune too. She would beg me to come home early; to attend to other matters, and leave the dreadful life I was then leading.