Complete Works of Bram Stoker (395 page)

“Sir Nathaniel, you are a true friend; I am sure that both Mimi and I shall be grateful to you for all our lives  —  however long they may be!”

So the two talked it over and agreed as to points to be borne in mind by the ambassador.  It was striking ten when Sir Nathaniel left the house, Adam seeing him quietly off.

As the young man followed him with wistful eyes  —  almost jealous of the privilege which his kind deed was about to bring him  —  he felt that his own heart was in his friend’s breast.

The memory of that morning was like a dream to all those concerned in it.  Sir Nathaniel had a confused recollection of detail and sequence, though the main facts stood out in his memory boldly and clearly.  Adam Salton’s recollection was of an illimitable wait, filled with anxiety, hope, and chagrin, all dominated by a sense of the slow passage of time and accompanied by vague fears.  Mimi could not for a long time think at all, or recollect anything, except that Adam loved her and was saving her from a terrible danger.  When she had time to think, later on, she wondered when she had any ignorance of the fact that Adam loved her, and that she loved him with all her heart.  Everything, every recollection however small, every feeling, seemed to fit into those elemental facts as though they had all been moulded together.  The main and crowning recollection was her saying goodbye to Sir Nathaniel, and entrusting to him loving messages, straight from her heart, to Adam Salton, and of his bearing when  —  with an impulse which she could not check  —  she put her lips to his and kissed him.  Later, when she was alone and had time to think, it was a passing grief to her that she would have to be silent, for a time, to Lilla on the happy events of that strange mission.

She had, of course, agreed to keep all secret until Adam should give her leave to speak.

The advice and assistance of Sir Nathaniel was a great help to Adam in carrying out his idea of marrying Mimi Watford without publicity.  He went with him to London, and, with his influence, the young man obtained the license of the Archbishop of Canterbury for a private marriage.  Sir Nathaniel then persuaded old Mr. Salton to allow his nephew to spend a few weeks with him at Doom Tower, and it was here that Mimi became Adam’s wife.  But that was only the first step in their plans; before going further, however, Adam took his bride off to the Isle of Man.  He wished to place a stretch of sea between Mimi and the White Worm, while things matured.  On their return, Sir Nathaniel met them and drove them at once to Doom, taking care to avoid any one that he knew on the journey.

Sir Nathaniel had taken care to have the doors and windows shut and locked  —  all but the door used for their entry.  The shutters were up and the blinds down.  Moreover, heavy curtains were drawn across the windows.  When Adam commented on this, Sir Nathaniel said in a whisper:

“Wait till we are alone, and I’ll tell you why this is done; in the meantime not a word or a sign.  You will approve when we have had a talk together.”

They said no more on the subject till after dinner, when they were ensconced in Sir Nathaniel’s study, which was on the top storey.  Doom Tower was a lofty structure, situated on an eminence high up in the Peak.  The top commanded a wide prospect, ranging from the hills above the Ribble to the near side of the Brow, which marked the northern bound of ancient Mercia.  It was of the early Norman period, less than a century younger than Castra Regis.  The windows of the study were barred and locked, and heavy dark curtains closed them in.  When this was done not a gleam of light from the tower could be seen from outside.

When they were alone, Sir Nathaniel explained that he had taken his old friend, Mr. Salton, into full confidence, and that in future all would work together.

“It is important for you to be extremely careful.  In spite of the fact that our marriage was kept secret, as also your temporary absence, both are known.”

“How?  To whom?”

“How, I know not; but I am beginning to have an idea.”

“To her?” asked Adam, in momentary consternation.

Sir Nathaniel shivered perceptibly.

“The White Worm  —  yes!”

Adam noticed that from now on, his friend never spoke of Lady Arabella otherwise, except when he wished to divert the suspicion of others.

Sir Nathaniel switched off the electric light, and when the room was pitch dark, he came to Adam, took him by the hand, and led him to a seat set in the southern window.  Then he softly drew back a piece of the curtain and motioned his companion to look out.

Adam did so, and immediately shrank back as though his eyes had opened on pressing danger.  His companion set his mind at rest by saying in a low voice:

“It is all right; you may speak, but speak low.  There is no danger here  —  at present!”

Adam leaned forward, taking care, however, not to press his face against the glass.  What he saw would not under ordinary circumstances have caused concern to anybody.  With his special knowledge, it was appalling  —  though the night was now so dark that in reality there was little to be seen.

On the western side of the tower stood a grove of old trees, of forest dimensions.  They were not grouped closely, but stood a little apart from each other, producing the effect of a row widely planted.  Over the tops of them was seen a green light, something like the danger signal at a railway-crossing.  It seemed at first quite still; but presently, when Adam’s eye became accustomed to it, he could see that it moved as if trembling.  This at once recalled to Adam’s mind the light quivering above the well-hole in the darkness of that inner room at Diana’s Grove, Oolanga’s awful shriek, and the hideous black face, now grown grey with terror, disappearing into the impenetrable gloom of the mysterious orifice.  Instinctively he laid his hand on his revolver, and stood up ready to protect his wife.  Then, seeing that nothing happened, and that the light and all outside the tower remained the same, he softly pulled the curtain over the window.

Sir Nathaniel switched on the light again, and in its comforting glow they began to talk freely.

CHAPTER XXII  —  AT CLOSE QUARTERS

“She has diabolical cunning,” said Sir Nathaniel.  “Ever since you left, she has ranged along the Brow and wherever you were accustomed to frequent.  I have not heard whence the knowledge of your movements came to her, nor have I been able to learn any data whereon to found an opinion.  She seems to have heard both of your marriage and your absence; but I gather, by inference, that she does not actually know where you and Mimi are, or of your return.  So soon as the dusk fails, she goes out on her rounds, and before dawn covers the whole ground round the Brow, and away up into the heart of the Peak.  The White Worm, in her own proper shape, certainly has great facilities for the business on which she is now engaged.  She can look into windows of any ordinary kind.  Happily, this house is beyond her reach, if she wishes  —  as she manifestly does  —  to remain unrecognised.  But, even at this height, it is wise to show no lights, lest she might learn something of our presence or absence.”

“Would it not be well, sir, if one of us could see this monster in her real shape at close quarters?  I am willing to run the risk  —  for I take it there would be no slight risk in the doing.  I don’t suppose anyone of our time has seen her close and lived to tell the tale.”

Sir Nathaniel held up an expostulatory hand.

“Good God, lad, what are you suggesting?  Think of your wife, and all that is at stake.”

“It is of Mimi that I think  —  for her sake that I am willing to risk whatever is to be risked.”

Adam’s young bride was proud of her man, but she blanched at the thought of the ghastly White Worm.  Adam saw this and at once reassured her.

“So long as her ladyship does not know whereabout I am, I shall have as much safety as remains to us; bear in mind, my darling, that we cannot be too careful.”

Sir Nathaniel realised that Adam was right; the White Worm had no supernatural powers and could not harm them until she discovered their hiding place.  It was agreed, therefore, that the two men should go together.

When the two men slipped out by the back door of the house, they walked cautiously along the avenue which trended towards the west.  Everything was pitch dark  —  so dark that at times they had to feel their way by the palings and tree-trunks.  They could still see, seemingly far in front of them and high up, the baleful light which at the height and distance seemed like a faint line.  As they were now on the level of the ground, the light seemed infinitely higher than it had from the top of the tower.  At the sight Adam’s heart fell; the danger of the desperate enterprise which he had undertaken burst upon him.  But this feeling was shortly followed by another which restored him to himself  —  a fierce loathing, and a desire to kill, such as he had never experienced before.

They went on for some distance on a level road, fairly wide, from which the green light was visible.  Here Sir Nathaniel spoke softly, placing his lips to Adam’s ear for safety.

“We know nothing whatever of this creature’s power of hearing or smelling, though I presume that both are of no great strength.  As to seeing, we may presume the opposite, but in any case we must try to keep in the shade behind the tree-trunks.  The slightest error would be fatal to us.”

Adam only nodded, in case there should be any chance of the monster seeing the movement.

After a time that seemed interminable, they emerged from the circling wood.  It was like coming out into sunlight by comparison with the misty blackness which had been around them.  There was light enough to see by, though not sufficient to distinguish things at a distance.  Adam’s eyes sought the green light in the sky.  It was still in about the same place, but its surroundings were more visible.  It was now at the summit of what seemed to be a long white pole, near the top of which were two pendant white masses, like rudimentary arms or fins.  The green light, strangely enough, did not seem lessened by the surrounding starlight, but had a clearer effect and a deeper green.  Whilst they were carefully regarding this  —  Adam with the aid of an opera-glass  —  their nostrils were assailed by a horrid stench, something like that which rose from the well-hole in Diana’s Grove.

By degrees, as their eyes got the right focus, they saw an immense towering mass that seemed snowy white.  It was tall and thin.  The lower part was hidden by the trees which lay between, but they could follow the tall white shaft and the duplicate green lights which topped it.  As they looked there was a movement  —  the shaft seemed to bend, and the line of green light descended amongst the trees.  They could see the green light twinkle as it passed between the obstructing branches.

Seeing where the head of the monster was, the two men ventured a little further forward, and saw that the hidden mass at the base of the shaft was composed of vast coils of the great serpent’s body, forming a base from which the upright mass rose.  As they looked, this lower mass moved, the glistening folds catching the moonlight, and they could see that the monster’s progress was along the ground.  It was coming towards them at a swift pace, so they turned and ran, taking care to make as little noise as possible, either by their footfalls or by disturbing the undergrowth close to them.  They did not stop or pause till they saw before them the high dark tower of Doom.

CHAPTER XXIII  —  IN THE ENEMY’S HOUSE

Sir Nathaniel was in the library next morning, after breakfast, when Adam came to him carrying a letter.

“Her ladyship doesn’t lose any time.  She has begun work already!”

Sir Nathaniel, who was writing at a table near the window, looked up.

“What is it?” said he.

Adam held out the letter he was carrying.  It was in a blazoned envelope.

“Ha!” said Sir Nathaniel, “from the White Worm!  I expected something of the kind.”

“But,” said Adam, “how could she have known we were here?  She didn’t know last night.”

“I don’t think we need trouble about that, Adam.  There is so much we do not understand.  This is only another mystery.  Suffice it that she does know  —  perhaps it is all the better and safer for us.”

“How is that?” asked Adam with a puzzled look.

“General process of reasoning, my boy; and the experience of some years in the diplomatic world.  This creature is a monster without heart or consideration for anything or anyone.  She is not nearly so dangerous in the open as when she has the dark to protect her.  Besides, we know, by our own experience of her movements, that for some reason she shuns publicity.  In spite of her vast bulk and abnormal strength, she is afraid to attack openly.  After all, she is only a snake and with a snake’s nature, which is to keep low and squirm, and proceed by stealth and cunning.  She will never attack when she can run away, although she knows well that running away would probably be fatal to her.  What is the letter about?”

Sir Nathaniel’s voice was calm and self-possessed.  When he was engaged in any struggle of wits he was all diplomatist.

“She asks Mimi and me to tea this afternoon at Diana’s Grove, and hopes that you also will favour her.”

Sir Nathaniel smiled.

“Please ask Mrs. Salton to accept for us all.”

“She means some deadly mischief.  Surely  —  surely it would be wiser not.”

“It is an old trick that we learn early in diplomacy, Adam  —  to fight on ground of your own choice.  It is true that she suggested the place on this occasion; but by accepting it we make it ours.  Moreover, she will not be able to understand our reason for doing so, and her own bad conscience  —  if she has any, bad or good  —  and her own fears and doubts will play our game for us.  No, my dear boy, let us accept, by all means.”

Adam said nothing, but silently held out his hand, which his companion shook: no words were necessary.

When it was getting near tea-time, Mimi asked Sir Nathaniel how they were going.

“We must make a point of going in state.  We want all possible publicity.”  Mimi looked at him inquiringly.  “Certainly, my dear, in the present circumstances publicity is a part of safety.  Do not be surprised if, whilst we are at Diana’s Grove, occasional messages come for you  —  for all or any of us.”