Suddenly red rays began to glint from the baleful slanting eyes, and Rex found himself quivering from head to foot. He tried desperately to pray : ‘Our Father which art in Heaven hallowedhallowedhallowed …’ but the words which he had not used for so long would not come; the vibrations, surging through his body, as though he were holding the terminals of a powerful electric battery, seemed to cut them off. His left knee began to jerk. His foot lifted. He strove to raise his arms to cover his face, but they remained fixed to his sides as though held by invisible steel bands. He tried to cry out, to throw himself backwards, but, despite every atom of will which he could muster, a relentless force was drawing him towards the silent, menacing figure. Almost before he realised it he had taken a pace forward.
Through the timeless intervals of seconds, days or weeks, after the violet mist first appeared, De Richleau stood within a foot of Rex, his eyes riveted upon the ground. He would not even allow himself to ascertain in what form the apparition had taken shape. The sudden deathly cold, the flicker of the lights as the room was plunged in darkness, the noisome odour, were enough to tell him that an entity of supreme evil was abroad.
With racing thoughts, he cursed his foolhardiness in ever entering the accursed house without doing all things proper for their protection. It was so many years since he had had any dealings with the occult that his acute anxiety for Simon had caused him to minimise the appalling risk they would run. What folly could have possessed him, he wondered miserably, to allow Rex, whose ignorance and scepticism would make him doubly vulnerable, to accompany him. Despite his advancing age, the Duke would have given five precious years of his life for an assurance that Rex was staring at the parquet floor, momentarily riveted by fear perhaps, yet still free from the malevolent influence which was steaming in pulsing waves from the circle; but Rex was notinstinctively De Richleau knew that his eyes were fixed on the Thingand a ghastly dread caused little beads of icy perspiration to break out on his forehead.
Then he felt, rather than saw, Rex move. Next second he heard his footfall and knew that he was walking towards the pentagram. Persian, Greek and Hebrew, dimly remembered from his studies of the pastcallingcallingurgentlyimperatively, upon the Power of Light for guidance and protection. Almost instantly the memory that he had slipped the jewelled Swastika into his waistcoat pocket when Max returned it, flashed into his mind and he knew that his prayer was answered. His fingers closed on the jewel. His arms shot out. It glittered for a second in the violet light, then came to rest in the centre of the circle.
A piercing scream, desperate with anger, fear, and pain, like that of a beast seared with a white-hot iron, blasted the silence. The lights flickered again so that the wires showed redcame on went outand flickered once more, as though two mighty forces were struggling for possession of the current.
The chill wind died so suddenly that it seemed as if a blanket of warm air had descended on their facesbut even while that hideous screech was still ringing through the chamber De Richleau grabbed Rex by the arm and dragged him towards the door. Next second the control of both had snapped and they were plunging down the stairs with an utter recklessness born of sheer terror.
Rex slipped on the lower landing and sprawled down the last flight on his back. The Duke came bounding after, six stairs at a time, and fell beside him. Together they scrambled to their feet dashed through the libraryout of the french windowsand across the lawn.
With the agility of lemurs they swung up the branches of the laburnumon to the walland dropped to the far side. Then they pelted down the lane as fast as their legs could carry them, and on until a full street away they paused, breathless and panting, to face each other under the friendly glow of a street lamp.
De Richleau’s breath came in choking gasps. It was years since he had subjected himself to such physical exertion, and his face was grey from the strain which it had put upon him. Rex found his evening collar limp from the sweat which had steamed from him in his terror, but his lungs were easing rapidly, and he was the first to recover.
God! Were mighty lucky to be out of that!’
The Duke nodded, still unable to speak.
‘I take back every word I said,’ Rex went on hurriedly. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been real scared of anything in my life before but that was hellish!
‘I panicked tootowards the endcouldn’t help it, but I should never have taken you into that placenever,’ De Richleau muttered repentantly as they set off down the street.
‘Since we’ve got out safe it’s all to the good. I’ve a real idea what we’re up against now.’
The Duke drew Rex’s arm through his own with a friendly gesture. Far from desiring to say “I told you so!” he was regretting that he had been so impatient with Rex’s previous unbelief. Most people he knew regarded devil worship and the cultivation of mystic powers as sheer superstitions due to the ignorance of the Middle Ages. It had been too much to expect Rex to accept his contention that their sane and sober friend Simon was mixed up in such practices, but now he had actually witnessed a true instance of Saiitii De Richleau felt that his co-operation would be ten times as valuable as before.
In the St. John’s Wood Road they picked up a belated taxi, and on the way to Curzon Street he questioned Rex carefully as to the form the Thing had taken. When he had heard the description he nodded. ‘It was Mocata’s black servant, undoubtedly.’
‘What did you say he was?’
‘A Malagasy. They are a strange people. Half-Negro and half-Polynesian. A great migration took place many centuries ago from the South Seas to the East African Coast by way of the Malay Peninsula and Ceylon. Incredible though it may seem, they covered fifteen thousand miles of open ocean in their canoes, and most of them settled in Madagascar, where they intermarried with the aborigines and produced this half-breed type, which often has the worst characteristics of both races.’
‘And Madagascar is the home of Voodooisn’t it?’
‘Yes. Perhaps he is a Witch doctor himself … and yet I wonder… .’ The Duke broke off as the taxi drew up before Errol House.
As they entered the big library Rex glanced at the clock and saw that it was a little after three. Not a particularly late hour for him, since he often danced until the night clubs emptied, nor for De Richleau, who believed that the one time when men opened their minds and conversation became really interesting was in the quiet hours before the dawn. Yet both were so exhausted by their ordeal that they felt as though a month had passed since they sat down to dinner.
Rex remade the remnants of the fire while the Duke mixed the drinks and uncovered the sandwiches which Max always left for him. Then they both sank into armchairs and renewed the discussion, for despite their weariness, neither had any thought of bed. The peril in which Simon stood was far too urgent.
‘You were postulating that he might be a Madagascar Witch doctor,’ Rex began. ‘But I’ve a hunch I’ve read some place that such fellows have no power over whites, and surely that is so, else how could settlers in Africa and places keep the blacks under?’
‘Broadly speaking, you are right, and the explanation is simple. What we call MagicBlack or Whiteis the Science and Art of Causing Change to occur in conformity with Will. Any required Change may be effected by the application of the proper kind and degree of Force in the proper manner and through the proper medium. Naturally, for causing any Change it is requisite to have the practical ability to set the necessary Forces in right motion, but it is even more important to have a thorough qualitative and quantitative understanding of the conditions. Very few white men can really get inside a Negro’s mind and know exactly what he is thinkingand even fewer blacks can appreciate a white’s mentality. In consequence, it is infinitely harder for the Wills of either to work on the other than on men of their own kind.
‘Another factor which adds to the difficulty of a Negroid or Mongolian Sorcerer working his spells upon a European is the q
uestion of vibrations. Their variation in human beings is governed largely by the part of the earth’s surface in which birth took place. To use a simple analogy, some races have long wave lengths and others shortand the greater the variation the more difficult it is for a malignant will to influence that of an intended victim. Were it otherwise, you may be certain that the white races, who have neglected spiritual growth for material achievement, would never have come to dominate the world as they do today.’
‘Yet that devil of Mocata’s got me down all right. Ugh!’ Rex shuddered slightly at the recollection.
‘Truebut I was only speaking generally. There are exceptions, and in the highest gradesthe Ipsissimus, the Magus and the Magister Templithose who have passed the Abyss, colour and race no longer remain a bar, so such Masters can work their will upon any lesser human unless he is protected by a power of equal strength. This associate of Mocata’s may be one of the great Adepts of the Left Hand Path. However, what I was really wondering wasis he a human being at all?’
‘But you said you saw him yourselfwhen you paid a call on Simon weeks back.’
‘I thought I saw himso at first I assumed that the Thing you saw tonight was his astral body, sent by Mocata to prevent our removing his collection of Devil’s baubles; but perhaps what we both saw was a disembodied entity, an actual Satanic power which is not governed by Mocata, but has gained entry to our world from the other side through his evil practices.’
‘Oh Lord!’ Rex groaned. ‘All this stuff is so new, so fantastic, so utterly impossible to meI just can’t grasp it; though don’t think I’m doubting now. Whether it was an astral body or what you say, I saw it all right, and it wasn’t a case of any stupid parlour tricksI’ll swear to that. It was so evil that my bones just turned to water on me in sheer blue funkand there’s poor Simon all mixed up in this. Say, nowwhat the hell are we to do?’
De Richleau sat forward suddenly. ‘I wish to God I knew what was at the bottom of this business. I am certain that it is something pretty foul for them to have gone to the lengths of getting hold of a normal man like Simon but, if it is the last thing we ever do, we’ve got to find him and get him away from these people.’
‘But how?’ Rex flung wide his arms. ‘Where can we even start in on the hope of picking up the trail ? Simon’s a lone wolf always has been. He’s got no father; his mother lives abroad; unlike so many Jews, he hasn’t even got a heap of relatives who we can dig out and question?’
‘Yes that is the trouble. Of course he is almost certain to be with Mocata, but I don’t see how we are to set about finding somebody who knows Mocata either. If only we had the address of any of those people who were there this evening we might––’
‘I’ve got it!’ cried Rex, leaping to his feet. ‘We’ll trace him through Tanith.’
CHAPTER VII
DE RICHLEAU PLANS A CAMPAIGN
‘Tanith,’ the Duke repeated; ‘but you don’t know where she is, do you?’
‘Sure.’ Rex laughed, for the first time in several hours. ‘Having got acquainted with her after all this while, I wouldn’t be such a fool as to quit that party without nailing her address.’
‘I must confess that I’m surprised she gave it to you.’
‘She hadn’t fallen to it that I wasn’t one of their bunchthen! She’s staying at Claridges.’
‘Do you think you can get hold of her?’
‘Don’t you worryI meant to, anyhow.’
‘You must be careful, Rex. This woman is very lovely, I know but she’s probably damnably dangerous.’
‘I’ve never been scared of a female yet, and surely these people can’t do me much harm in broad daylight?’
‘No, except for ordinary human trickery, they are almost powerless between sunrise and sunset.’
‘Fine. Then I’ll go right round to Claridges as soon as she is likely to be awake tomorrowtoday, rather.’
‘You don’t know her real name though, do you?’
‘I should worry. There aren’t two girls like her staying at Claridgesthere aren’t two like her in all London.’
De Richleau stood up and began to pace the floor like some huge cat. ‘What do you intend to say to her?’ he asked at length.
‘Why, that we’re just worried stiff about Simonand that it’s absolutely imperative that she should help us out. I’ll give her a frank undertaking not to do anything against Mocata or any of her pals if she’ll come clean with methough Heaven knows I can’t think she’s got any real friends in a crowd like that.’
‘Rex! Rex!’ The Duke smiled affectionately down into the honest, attractive, ugly face of the young giant stretched in the armchair. ‘And what, may I ask, do you intend to do should this lovely lady refuse to tell you anything?’
‘I can threaten to call in the cops, I suppose, though I’d just hate to do anything like that to her.’
De Richleau gave his eloquent expressive shrug. ‘My dear fellow, unless we can get some actual evidence of ordinary criminal activities against Mocata and his friends, the police are absolutely ruled out of this affairand she would know it.’
‘I don’t see why,’ Rex protested stubbornly. ‘These people have kidnapped Simon, that’s what it boils down to, and that’s as much a crime as running a dope joint or white slaving.’
‘Perhaps, and if they had hit him on the head our problem would be easy. The difficulty is that to all outward appearances he has joined them willingly and in his right mind. Only we know that he is acting under some powerful and evil influence which has been brought to bear on him, and how in the world are you going to charge anyone with raising the devilor its equivalent in a modern police court?’
‘Well, what do you suggest?’
‘Listen.’ The Duke perched himself on the arm of Rex’s chair. ‘Even if this girl is an innocent party, like Simon, she will not tell you anything willinglyshe will be too frightened. As a matter of fact, now that she knows you are not a member of their infernal circle it is doubtful if she will even see you, but if she doeswell, you’ve got to get hold of her somehow.’
‘I’ll certainly have a try-but it’s not all that easy to kidnap people in a city like London.’
‘I don’t mean that exactly, but rather that you should induce her, by fair means or foul, to accompany you to some place where I can talk to her at my leisure. If she is only a neophyte I know enough of this dangerous business to frighten her out of her wits. If she is something more there will be a mental tussle, and I may learn something from the cards which she is forced to throw on the table.’
‘O.K. I’ll pull every gun I know to persuade her into coming here with me for a cocktail.’
De Richleau shook his head. ‘No, I’m afraid that won’t do. Immediately she realised the reason she had been brought here she would insist on leaving, and we couldn’t stop her. If we tried she would break a window and yell Murder ! We have got to get her to a place where she will see at once the futility of trying to call for outside help. I have it! Do you think you could get her down to Pangbourne?’
What? To that river place of yours?’
‘Yes; I haven’t been down there yet this year, but I can send Max down first thing in the morning to open it up and give it an airing.’
‘You talk as though it were like falling off a log to get a girl to come boating on the Thames at what’s practically a first meeting can’t you weigh in and lend a hand yourself?’
‘No. I shall be at the British Museum most of the day. It is so many years since I studied the occult that there are a thousand things I have forgotten. It is absolutely imperative that I should immerse myself in some of the old key works for a few hours and rub up my knowledge of protective measures. I must leave you to handle the girl, Rex, and remember, Simon’s safety will depend almost wholly on your success. Get her there somehow, and I’ll join you in the late afternoonsay about six.’
Rex grinned. ‘It’s about as stiff a
proposition as sending me in your place to study the Cabbala, but I’ll do my best.’
‘Of course you will.’ The Duke began to pace hurriedly up and down again. ‘But go gently with herI beg you. Avoid any questions about this horrible business as you would the plague. Play the lover. Be just the nice young man who has fallen in love with a beautiful girl. If she asks you about our having abducted Simon from the party, say you were completely in the dark about it. That you have known me for yearsand that I sprung some story on you about his having fallen into the hands of a gang of blackmailers, so you just blindly followed my lead without a second thought. Not a word to her about the supernaturalyou know nothing of that. You must be as incredulous as you were with me when I first talked to you of it. And, above all, if you can get her to Pangbourne, don’t let her know that I am coming down.’
‘SurelyI get the line you want me to play all right.’
‘Good. You see, if I can only squeeze some information out of her which will enable us to find out where Mocata is living, we will go down and keep the place under observation for a day or two. He is almost certain to have Simon with him. We will note the times that Mocata leaves the house and plan our raid accordingly. If we can get Simon into our hands again I swear Mocata shan’t get him back a second time.’
‘That’s certainly the idea.’
‘There is only one thing I am really frightened of.’
‘What’s that?’
De Richleau paused opposite Rex’s chair. ‘What I heard this evening of Simon’s approaching change of nameto Abraham, you remember. That, of course, would be after Abraham the Jew, a very famous and learned mystic of the early centuries. He wrote
a book which is said to be the most informative ever compiled concerning the Great Work. It was lost sight of for several hundred years, but early in the fifteenth century came into the possession of a Parisian bookseller named Nicolas Flamel who, by its aid, performed many curious rites. Flamel was buried in some magnificence, and a few years later certain persons who were anxious to obtain his secrets opened his grave to find the book which was supposed to have been buried with him. Neither Flamel nor the book was there, and there is even some evidence to show that he was still living a hundred years later in Turkey, which is by no means unbelievable to those who have any real knowledge of the strange powers acquired by the true initiate such as those in the higher orders of the Yoga sects. That is the last we know of the Book of Abraham the Jew, but it seems that Simon is about to take his name in the service of the Invisible.’
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