1 A Motive for Murder (7 page)

"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats."

(Albert Schweitzer)

Chapter 9
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When we pulled up at Aunt Beth's, Douglas turned off the engine. This was a first; he usually left it running. I led the way to the front door hoping he'd follow. I unlocked the door and hesitated. "Would you like to come in?" Silly question; he was not merely walking me to the door.

"Just for a moment." He hesitated, and then continued. "West Wycombe Park made me think of your aunt; she was so fond of the Dashwood history."

I wondered if I should tell Douglas that I thought Aunt Beth had been murdered, but made a snap judgment call not to. Still, I needed to get as much information out of him as I could.

"Misty?" Douglas gently shook me by the shoulders. "Are you OK?"

"Oh yes. Just a bit upset about Aunt Beth. Why was she interested in the Dashwoods?"

"She was interested in Sir Francis Dashwood and the Hellfire Club. Did you know that Beth worked as a code breaker at Bletchley Park in World War 2?"

I was dumbfounded. "No. I don't think anyone in the family knew; at least no one ever told me. That's the place they made the film about - oh I can't think of its name - with Kate Winslet, wasn't it?"

Douglas was looking out the window again, but at my question walked over to me. "Yes, the film was Enigma. Actually Bletchley Park's not far from here. Beth was pretty much obsessed with symbols and signs. Have you found that missing page yet?"

That made me suspicious. Why was Douglas so keen to find the page? I now suspected, no believed, that Aunt Beth had been murdered for the page, and Douglas was quite clearly keen to find it. I would have to tread carefully. I thought before I answered. "No; I've started tidying up that messy room, but I haven't found any loose pages."

"That's a shame. Would you like me to help you look?" Without waiting for my reply, he turned to look on Aunt Beth's bookshelves. "Have you looked through any of these?"

I forgot for a moment that Douglass had been heading up my short list of murder suspects. Well, so far he was the only one on the list. "Aunt Beth's books? No."

He handed me a dusty looking, leather encased book. I read the title page aloud. "De Natura Rerum, by Paracelsus. Wow, it says the First Edition was 1572, and this book is 1872!"

Douglas took the book back and sat down in a chair. I followed cue and sat down in the one opposite. It was a horrible squeaky sound and I hoped Douglas didn't think it was me.

However, he seemed distracted and asked me a question. "What do you know about Ceremonial Magick? Have you ever heard of the Homunculus? Did Beth ever mention the subject?"

"No, what does it mean? Oh hang on, do you mean like in Full Metal Alchemist?"

It was Douglas's turn to look confused. "Full Metal Alchemist?"

"Yes, it's anime. If someone tries to revive dead person with alchemy and fails, the dead person becomes a homunculus. It is forbidden to revive dead person." I stopped, fearing I was being boring due to my tendency to recite facts, but Douglas appeared interested.

"So in Full Metal Alchemist, a homunculus is a dead person who was revived, but not revived fully?"

I shook my head. "I'm not really sure; I don't know a lot about it."

Douglas nodded as if he understood what I was saying. I wasn't even sure that I did. He opened the old book. "Have you heard of Paracelsus, the author of this book?"

I shrugged. "I only know he was some ancient dude."

Douglas nodded again. "A Swiss chemist, to be exact. In this book Paracelsus said that a homunculus is an artificial person made by the alchemists. To make one, Paracelsus says you need to use alchemy, then you seal the stuff in a glass bottle, and then place it in horse manure for forty days."

I thought that was funny, and burst into a fit of giggles. I tried to stop but that just made my semi-hysterical laughter worse. The fact that Douglas seemed deadly serious didn't help. I managed to get out the words "jet lag" followed by "stress" and Douglas merely nodded. When I got myself under control he continued.

"After forty days, it will begin to live and move. Then you have feed it for forty weeks with the elixir - a potion - of human blood. Paracelsus says that will produce a living child who looks just like any normal human child."

I had taken few deep breaths so was now able to speak. "Well that's all very interesting, but what does this have to do with Aunt Beth's missing page?"

"Rest assured, I'm getting to that! Have you ever heard of Aleister Crowley?"

I gathered my thoughts. "Yes, I did an article for the magazine on him about a year ago. Fascinating man. Famous early twentieth century English occultist and famous for the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn - Ceremonial Magick and all that."

"Quite so. Have you heard of his novel Moonchild?"

I shook my head. "A novel? No, not that I remember. I knew he wrote fiction, though."

"Moonchild was about the creation of a homunculus; in fact, Moonchild was the name of the type of homunculus. Crowley gave instructions for the creation of the homunculus in the book. He gave a lengthy ritual for making one."

At this point, Douglas stood up and walked to the window. I wondered whether I should also look out the window to see what he was looking at, but just when I decided I should, he returned to his chair and sat down. I was beginning to zone out and had a bit of trouble staying awake.

"What's interesting, in the 1940s, the head of Crowley's Ordo Templi Orientis in California actually carried out this ritual. His name was Jack Parsons and he did the ritual with Marjorie Cameron, whom he later married. Crowley found out and was furious."

That got my interest. "What happened?"

"No child was born, at least not a physical one. Many believed that a spiritual force was unleashed. Crowley later became famous for the Babalon Working, a series of rituals intended to manifest a living form of the divine feminine."

"You'd be good on trivia nights."

Douglas chuckled. "I would be. Parsons was also a rocket-fuel scientist and the main partner in the Babalon Working was his fellow Ceremonial Magician L. Ron Hubbard, later the founder of Scientology. How's that?"

"I'm impressed!" I actually was.

"Yes, but do you want to know what the homunculus has to do with the missing page?"

I sure did. I hoped he wasn't going to say that Aunt Beth had anything to do with all this. I tried to keep my tone even and not sound too eager. Besides, my intellect was in conflict with my hormones. I was enjoying sitting here with Douglas, even if he was about to deliver unsettling news. "Yes, what does it have to do with it?"

"How about I bore you with just one more story?"

I nodded. I could have said, "Bore away; I will just sit here," but of course that would not have been the thing to do, so I kept quiet.

"Do you know what a golem is?"

"What is with you, Douglas? I feel like I'm on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire! Yes, I've heard of golems but don't know much about them."

"Golems were believed to be something that was made alive out of say, a lump of clay." Douglas paused. "Misty, you'll have trouble believing what I'm about to tell you now, and I have to ask you to keep this in strict secrecy and don't even think of writing about it."

I nodded again, wondering what was coming next.

"Your Aunt Beth was in, well, I suppose you could say, a Secret Society."

I was taken aback and hastily shut my jaw which was hanging open. "Are you serious? Like, what, the Skull and Bones? Or the Illuminati?"

Douglas did not look amused. "Exactly. She was in a society of alchemists."

I was totally gobsmacked. That's an expression meaning I was shocked right down to my cotton socks.

"You're kidding! Aunt Beth wanted to turn metal into gold, and make people out of clay?"

Douglas looked disapproving. "No, of course not. Think of the Rosicrucians, or the Order of the Golden Dawn. Beth was in a similar organization, but one which knew the secret of long life. Well, not to be coy, Beth was one of a group which studied the ways to prolong human life, to rejuvenate."

"Like vampires?" I felt a fit of the giggles coming on again.

"Misty, I'm perfectly serious! I know it's a lot to take in."

"But I saw Aunt Beth! She was, well, old."

"Misty, not everyone in the group used the procedure on themselves." Douglas frowned at me. "Many didn't even really approve of it, but as enquiring minds still studied it. Are you sure Beth didn't say anything to you? Even a clue which will now make sense in hindsight?"

I thought hard, but this was all too much to take in. "I don't think so."

"That's unusual. Membership is hereditary. If your great-grandmother hadn't taken your grandmother to Australia, she may well have been involved too. I know she was considerably younger than Beth."

I thought about it. "Yes, Beth wanted to stay behind and as she was twenty two, my great-grandparents didn't pressure her to emigrate."

"There would have been more to it, Misty. By then Beth would already have been an active member of the Society."

"Aunt Beth certainly looked her age. How old are some members of the, err, Society? You can't seriously mean that they live longer than normal? Do they turn non human or anything?" I remembered all those old Frankenstein movies I'd seen as a child, and then I thought of Buffy, and Twilight. "You really don't mean vampires, do you?" I jumped up and walked over to the other side of the room. I was getting scared despite the fact that I didn't believe any of it.

Diva suddenly ran in, starling me. She ran over to Douglass, hissed, and then circled him. He bent down to stroke her, but she scathed his hand hard and ran out the room. "Ouch," Douglass said loudly, and then that word was followed by a string of muttered words which I couldn’t quite hear, and probably just as well.

I jumped to my feet. "Oh I am so sorry, Douglass. I’ll get a Band-Aid."

"That won’t be necessary." His tone was clipped. Douglass took a handkerchief out of his pocket and folded it around his hand. "As I said, Beth did not want to take the procedure; some members don't."

"Okay, okay, but what about the ones that do? How old are they?"

"A few hundred years old."

"You've got to be kidding! Seriously! Do you expect me to believe that?" I walked back and sat down on another floral monstrosity.

"I know it's hard to believe, but you write about the paranormal for a living; there must be some things you've come across that can't be explained away."

I looked hard at him. "You are serious, aren't you! Do they look old? How old would someone who was really three hundred years old look? Like an eighty year old or a thirty year old? You haven't answered my question - are they vampires? Do they look like Edward, all sparkly? Can they go out in the sun? They are golems, aren't they, or those homunculus things? Are they still human? Or like a Time Lord? Do they regenerate and then look like someone else?" My words tumbled out one after the other. I caught my breath. I felt I was about to cry. This was all too much.

Douglas crossed over to my chair and patted my shoulder. "Misty, I'll answer all your questions. I do understand this is a shock."

"Hmmpfff," was my reply, and I sniffled into a tissue.

"Yes, they are most certainly still human. No, they don't look like elderly people, and as for how old they look, it depends on the age they started the procedure. They generally won't look much younger than when they started. If someone who's been having the procedure stops for any reason, the ageing will restart, but they won't suddenly get very old and turn to dust like you see on Hollywood. No, they are not vampires, but at one point in history they may have been confused with vampires, because the procedure does require human blood."

I gasped, and started shaking. Douglas took off his coat and put it over my shoulders, but I thrust it back at him. Douglas ignored my anxiety and kept on with his explanation.

"The procedure doesn't require human sacrifice, if that's what you're thinking. It's only a few drops of blood, not as much as a quarter of a cupful or so, for fifteen consecutive days. However, it does involve ritual, and invoking of spirits. After the first two days and for the rest of the procedure, the person is overcome with bloodlust and must be contained in a circular room covered with alchemical symbols. After the procedure's over and the person can go back into public, they still need to keep away from any sight of human blood for a while, as the bloodlust can still be present, but only to a far lesser degree. That's where I think the legend of the vampire arose."

I heard myself laughing hoarsely, as if from a distance. "You don't believe in vampires, but you believe in this?"

Douglas spoke slowly. "Misty, that's why we need to find that page. For centuries the procedure has been carried out near West Wycombe, in an underground vault in Buckinghamshire. Earlier this year, the vault collapsed. Chalk is unstable and even though the unsafe areas in the area were supported, they were obviously not supported well enough. The carvings of the alchemical symbols are now lost. The only known copy is Beth's missing page. The ritual now cannot be carried out again until that page is found."