CHAPTER XVI
THE DEVILL HIS RAINBOW
I was taken with a cold grue.
"Is it--murder?" It seemed to me that the still room shook andechoed to the barely whispered word, that the candles stirred andflickered as in a wind of passing wings.
"Not in the sense you mean," he replied. "But whatever it may be,Sophy, this thing has got to be met and faced by us two together. Itconcerns you now, as well as me." He stood up as he spoke. "Andnow," he asked, "are you strong enough to come with me?"
I gathered the living spirit within me and looked him in his eyes.
"Yes," I said steadily.
"Allah! but here is a woman a man may serve without shame to hisbeard!" quoth The Jinnee, wagging his old white head. And with Borisstretched beside him he resigned himself to wait with the tirelesspatience of the East.
If the other passages had been narrow, that which we now entered wasworse. It was so narrow that the wall on each side seemed about toclose in and crush us, like those frightful sliding walls thatbecame a living coffin for the victims of medieval cruelty. Alwaysone was confronted by solid brick walls; and to turn back was tomeet others seemingly risen to cut off all escape. For this passagefollows the simple and yet intricate pattern of the Greek key. Thus:
Plan of Passage and Secret Chamber]
I fancied myself doomed to spend a frightful eternity of burrowingthrough brick wormholes which led nowhere. I lost all sense oflocation, time, and direction. I wasn't even sure of my own identityany more: things like this couldn't happen to a woman named Smith!Just when I reached the stage where I was ready to drop down and liethere unmoving until I died, he turned his head and gave me acomradely smile of assurance and trust. I plucked up heart of graceand staggered on. Of a sudden he stopped. The pale circle of theflash-light moved up, inch by inch, steadied, and stayed on onespot.
I found myself staring fixedly at the old and familiar enough symbolof the rayed eye within the triangle. It was not commonplace orfamiliar set up there in that secret and awesome place and seen by apale light. There was about it a stark and stern solemnity, such assuggested the winged circle of immortality carved above therock-hewn doors of the tombs of Egyptian kings. Higher than a tallman's head, it was painted on bricks of a lighter hue than thesurrounding ones, and when the light touched it it seemed to leapout of the dark like a thing alive, a thing that watched with anunwinking and terrifying intensity.
I remembered Shooba's savage chant of the One Eye that his Snake hadshown him; and the doggerel verse on the frayed paper in Freeman'sdiary.
"The Watcher in the Dark!" I stammered; "the Watcher in the Dark!Why--why, that paper was the Key itself!"
"Exactly. And a very simple key, though it took me a heartbreakinglength of time to turn it. The cipher was easy enough. It fallsapart into the figures three, five, seven, and nine; it was alsothe simplest train of reasoning to apply these figures to the columnof dots. Only, I hadn't the remotest idea what the dots themselvesrepresented. Nor did it occur to me that the tortuous turnings ofany of the passageways of Hynds House might follow the pattern ofthe Greek key, until The Author called your attention to the designover the outside windows. Clever man, The Author!
"I lost the paper in the attic the night you heard me stumble on thestairs. Fortunately, The Author put it in his coat in the closet andlocked the door on the outside. You can enter any room in the HyndsHouse through those closet-walls, Sophy. They're paneled, remember.I hated to have to go through The Author's pockets like a burglar,but I had to have the key."
He handed me the flash-light.
"Now for the column of dots, each of which represents a brick," hesaid, and began to count, from the first dark brick immediatelyunder the center of the triangle. At the third brick he paused; Icould see his fingers moving around the white line that, apparently,held it in place. And that third brick, which looked so solidlyplaced, turned as upon a pivot and swung out sideways. Stillcounting from top to bottom, he paused at the fifth, the seventh,and the ninth, and they, too, behaved in the same manner. As theninth one turned, that which had seemed a section of solid wall rosesoundlessly from the floor and left in its place an opening, a door,as it were, some six feet high and about eighteen inches wide.
"It is not brick at all, but painted wood. A really wonderful bit ofwork," explained Mr. Jelnik.
I could only stare, owlishly.
"You are wondering where we are?" He answered the unspoken question:"Above the library, between the outside wall and the chimney-stacks.You'd have to tear the house down to find it, without the Key." Ashe spoke, he was lighting two of the candles Achmet had provided uswith, and although his hand was quite steady, he had becomefrightfully pale. I, too, felt myself growing paler, felt again thecold grue, as if the wind of death had stirred my hair.
"Reach into my breast pocket and you'll find a small vial. Put adrop of the contents on your handkerchief and hold it against yourmouth for a moment," said Mr. Jelnik, with a sharp glance at me.
I obeyed mechanically. The scent had an indescribably tingling,spicy odor, and left a cool and grateful sensation in one's parchedand dry throat. My blurred vision cleared, my dull and throbbinghead was relieved.
"An Alexandrine Copt gave me that," he said, watching its effectwith satisfaction. "He told me he had gotten it from a templepapyrus, and that it was undoubtedly one of the lost perfumes ofPunt, used by the higher priesthood in their mysteries. Once a yearhe sends me such a tiny vial as you see. I could hardly havesurvived my searchings in this house, without that saving perfume.Do you feel able to go on?"
"Yes."
"Come, then," and with that he stepped through the opening, and Iafter him.
The room was not large--perhaps some nine feet high, some eight feetwide. The walls were of such exquisitely grooved and polished redmahogany that the candle-light was reflected in them as in mirrors;one seemed to be surrounded by twinkling red stars. On each side ofthe opening stood a tall and narrow cabinet, somewhat like ahigh-boy, and in one corner was a chest with iron clasps andhandles. Over in another corner was a heavy, medium-sized squaretable, on which stood a blackened candelabrum and a tarnishedsilver-gilt cup. There were two chairs drawn up to this table. Onone of them, fallen forward, was something.
Mr. Jelnik placed the candles in the empty sconces. We two stoodlooking down, he with pity, I with a mounting, sick horror, at thething before us--the poor, huddled thing that had lain there solong. For it was not, as one might suppose at first glance, a frayedand threadbare mantle flung across one corner of the table. By thelong black hair it was a woman, and a young woman.
She had on what must once have been a most beautiful brown silkdress, trimmed with quantities of fine lace, and looped up over astiff brocaded petticoat. Her skeleton feet were in the smallest oflow-cut shoes, the tarnished silver buckles of which were set withrhinestones. Her head rested on her arm, outflung across the table.The other arm hung limp, and the fingers pointed downward, as ifaccusingly. She had quantities of glorious black hair, and thisalone had death respected; nothing else of her loveliness remained.Under her fleshless hand lay the soiled and yellowed papers she hadwritten, and over which, in biting mockery, she had kept watch andward.
"Who is it? Oh, God, God!--who is it?" I gasped, and heard my voicerattling in my throat like a dying woman's. As, perhaps her voicehad rattled, here in the dark. The thought of her, sitting here inawful loneliness these long, long years, while life, all unknowing,ebbed and flowed within reach of her, made me shudder.
"It is Jessamine Hynds, lost Jessamine Hynds," said her kinsman ofa later day, looking down upon the wreck of her with compassion.
"But how--how--why did she come here? To die thus--Oh, my God! myGod!"
"I saw the papers under her hand, and her name written upon thefirst page," he said. "What further things she has written, I do notknow. I waited, Sophy, until we should read it together." He smiledat me wanly. "I could bear it better, with you beside me. You seehow much I
need you!" And he took the papers from her and spreadthem upon the table. What she had written I shall insert here, asits properest place.
I, Jessamine Hynds, Gentlewoman, being of sound Mind (though they do say I am mad) but of infirm Body, the which I am shortly to be rid of, do state and declare before God that it was I who did take the Hynds Jewells, being help'd thereto by black Shooba the witch doctor, who was my father's man before my Uncle James Bought him at the Publick Outcry of our Effects.
As to the Why & Wherefore I have act'd thus, thou knowest, thou cruel God, who made me a beggar'd Orphan, a poor dependant in this House of Pride!
Yet, God, thou knoweth I lov'd them well enow until Richard came home the last Time from Abroad, a Young Man in the Beauty of his Youth, who saw not Jessamine the poor Cozzen, but Jessamine the fair woman. He would have me sing him Ballads, he would hang Entranc'd upon the Spinet when I play'd. Now would he fetch me a flower for my hair, placing of it himself. And now 't was a knot of ribband for my dress, and himself fetch'd home broach and ear-rings for my Birthday Gift, saying in my ear no fairer woman's face had gladded his eyes since he left home. And by the clipt Hedge on a May night he kiss'd me. Alas, oh blind high God, alas, alas!
'T was Wondrous to see how even the Servants did catch the Humour, they waiting upon me Marvelous ready. Until came my dear Aunt, smiling sickly, and laying of her Hand upon my Sholder said she must speak for mine own Good. Richard was but a young Man, wild & headlong, and I a fair Woman thrown in his Way in an empty betweenwhiles ere his own true love came. See to it, Jessamine, says she, that a Boy's short-liv'd Fancy makes not a mock of thee, at thy years, that should know better!
Mine Uncle ever twitt'd me for liking of Books, & laugh'd when I beg'd I might have my Chance of Becoming an Artist. "What," says he, "a Hynds woman painting of strange folks their faces? Out upon thy notion, Jessamine!" And my Cozzens laugh'd and said, Ever did Gentlemen dislike a Learn'd Female. Should have gotten me a good Husband this Ten Years since but for my Shrew's Temper & Vanity of Books.
To cure me they did Cruelly bait me to Marry the Pursy Ninny that hath the Plantation beyond the Hopes, he that hath been Ogling of me for years. Could scratch the Wretch his eyes Out! Puffeth with his mouth in a way hateful to me & hath pig's jowls. Yet were all they fair mad I should marry me this Paragon. Should have a home of mine Own, worthy a Lady. Aye,--and be out of the way, lest I lead Richard Astray.
Mine Uncle chid me for Ingratitude to God in that I stamp'd my foot and said No! But Richard laugh'd at the idea of Jessamine wedding yon tun. Quoth Richard, "Let Jessamine be, all of ye! she is meat for his masters." Freeman smil'd sourly, & shrug'd. I love not Freeman, nor do I hate him overmuch though he call'd me "Madame Jezebel."
And then came Emily home from Visiting of her Aunts in London Town. And they made a Marriage between her and Richard, Richard that was mine. He had lov'd me an they had let us be. Once pledg'd, he had held fast to his word. Nor would I, for his own Soul's sake, have let him go. There is none, none under the sun but me alone, was strong enough to have sav'd Richard.
'T is true, as men judge such things, his Conduct to me was but Gallant Pleasantry, such as Fine Gentlemen do show to Favour'd Ladies. And he did Spare my Pride. Never did he show by word or Deed, or admit to any, that I had car'd more Deeply than he. But Emily knew. I knew she knew. Saw it in her Eyes, that look'd on me with Pity. I will not brok that any mortal Woman shall Pity me!
Secretly I suffer'd, suffer'd so that a Burning fire crept & crept into my Brain and Stay'd, nor has left me, Day or Night. And in all the World was no one I might Weep before, or that would Comfort me and leave me Unasham'd, save Shooba, the witch doctor, whom the slaves Fear for that he hath a Snake-soul and makes Charms and casts Spells.
'T is true, that Shooba hath a Spiritt. When it worketh upon him he is Dull and Overcast and may not Labour untill it be gone. And then will he rise and Speak strange and sometimes Terrible things, and Prophesy. In the old times my Father smil'd, and let him be. But here 't is otherwise. When Shooba's Spiritt made him Heavy and Sleepy, and when he woke again and Spoke, mine Uncle's new Overseer had the old man Whip't. Twice did this Happen before I knew of It.
Then went I to the Overseer, with Indignation, and said: "Do not whip Shooba, any more. 'T is Monstrous, to Whip an old man that hath a Spiritt! 'T is not true he makes dissentions and plots Revolt among the slaves. 'T is not true he is lazy & will not Work. There is no better Workman than Shooba. 'T is only true you are a cruel man and misuse your Power."
Flick'd with his Whip his worsted Stockings. Said in a hateful voice: "'Taint your place, Miss, to be a-giving of orders to the Overseer. I take orders only from them that has the right to Give 'em. When I think that old Nigger ought to be whipt, whipt he 'll be."
Then march'd he to mine Uncle and ask'd was Mistress Jessamine to oversee the Overseer, and call him hard Names for the whipping of a Troublesome Nigger? And my Uncle fell into a Fury With me. Allowed the wretch to Triumph. Shooba was whipt again. I saw his Back.
Once old Shooba cur'd me of a pestilent Fever, with Simples, when I was a little Child, and our Leech had given me Over, nor did he Bleed me once. Now Shooba's Back was Bleeding, and I might not help him!
Now in the night I had gone secretly to his Hut to fetch him such poor little Comforts as I might secretly get & give. He took them, & look'd at me long & long, with his brooding, deep, strange eyes.
"For the man that whipt me, I have sent forth my Snake. My Snake will have a Thing to say to him. The man will die. Then laughed he, and hugg'd his knees.--And 't is true Meekins the Overseer one week later was bitten by a Serpent in the Field and died an Unlovely Death.
"Missy," whispered Shooba, "in my country when I young, chief get mad with chief more stronger, not fight with spears. Call Witch doctor and make Medicine. Stronger chief, him come dead one day soon. Maybe bumbye you and me make some Medicine?" My lips curl'd somewhat. Poor old Shooba making medicine against the Hyndses. "You go now and think some. I stay here, and think some, too. Maybe one time you find medicine. Maybe one time my Snake find."
I went away, smiling sadly. 'T would need strong medicine to heal me and Shooba!
Now Time pass'd, and they fell to planning for Freeman's Ball. 'T was to be a Grand affair, and there was Talk of my Aunt's Frock, and wearing of the Hynds Jewells. And Richard's Wife was to be Allow'd to wear the Queen's Emerald.
Came Emily to me in secret, and says she, "Come, Jessamine, be Friends with me. My Mind is Fix'd you shall Outshine all the other Ladies. I have the very Frock for you, just new come from London, a lustrous thing will make you glow & Sparkle like a Ruby. We shall make it a State Secret, Jessamine. Not a word shall be breath'd, but you shall burst upon them all like a Meteor!"
I do admit that ever was something Noble & Generous in Emily, that something in myself did Honour. I had thank'd her Thought, but that Richard came in & kiss'd her for it, saying he een Lov'd her the Better for that she lov'd his haughty Cozzen. But, O God, they Two went away Hand in Hand! He forgot me for her sake, so completely that he said not even, "Good-by."
That night went I to Shooba secretly, and said, "Is thy Snake awake? For A Thought is in my mind." Then took we Counsel together. Shooba is a man most cunning in all manner of Herbs and Simples. They in Hynds House began for to sleep sweetly and soundly, but felt no ill Effects. Nay, they rose betimes most pleasantly rest'd & refresh'd.
Then did Shooba and I
, who thus had undisturb'd Access to my Aunt's room, work swiftly until Dawn. Three nights and a half night did we two work, before our Task was compleat'd, the Kernell's filch'd from the Nuts, and the Empty Shells left for my lady's adorning of herself at my lord's birth-night Ball.
Oh, 't was a rare, rare Jest! I laugh'd and old Shooba laugh'd. And I did chap them atween my hands, those flaming Bawbles, as children chap chaff. And they did sparkle & glow like the Devill his Rainbow! All day was I Happy, Hugging of my Secret to my Heart.
Emily had the brown dress brought Secretly into the House, & Made for me in mine Own Room. Once was she wishful I might wear one of the Hynds Rubies, just for one Night, but I chid her, saying that already the Frock was more than Enough. Indeed 't is a beautiful Dress. Will serve me well for a Shroud.
Ever came the Ball nearer & nearer, and all we a-flutter, I with my hands overfull, my hours overcrowd'd, with Helping of them. I could not have slept in peace did I not know what was a-coming.
And then open'd they the Safe in my Aunt's morning-room. Shall be such a Howling from the Damn'd on the Day of Judgment as went up from Hynds House that day! Makes me to think of the text, And there shall be weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Lord, how did they run Hither & Thither, what Wailing & Reproaching & Accusing & Screeching! How did my dear Aunt's eyes grow Redder than ever Mine had been! How did my Proud Uncle find his Lofty Crest Lower'd, and was in that Honour of his Scourg'd more Cruelly than ever old Shooba's Back had been! How, too, was _her_ Happiness burst like a Bubble, that had been so rainbow Bright! In that house all wept save me alone. Nor did one of them so much as dream in 's sleep of suspecting Jessamine Hynds!
And then--oh, God! oh, God--Richard, my Richard, that I Lov'd more than mine own Soul, died! As a Candle is snuff'd out, so went Richard that was so comely and so strong. I had only thought to Punish him, Make them all Suffer to Pay me for mine own Suffering. Never, never, had I meant that Richard should Die. 'Twas a Thunder-bolt upon my Head, 'twas Lightning splitting my Heart.
'Twas I brought the News of Richard's death to my Uncle James. Was sitting in the Library pretending for to read. Then came I in, and clos'd the Door, and said:
"_Richard is dead._" How the man star'd! Had a ruddy face, very Handsome. Before my eyes it pal'd and pinch'd. I said again: "Don't you understand? _Richard is dead._"
As a tree falls, he fell. I knew his Time was come, and gently I rais'd him. He claw'd at his Breast and mouth'd "Richard--Freeman--Pocket-book--The Key, the Key!" Look'd at me piteously. 'Twould melt one's Heart to see his Eyes.
I did thrust my hand into the breast of his blue Broad-cloath Coat, and draw forth his Pocket-Book. 'Twas in Dark Green leather, & upon it the Arms of our House. There were bank-notes in't, some silver, two or three folded papers, and one in a small silk Cover, put by itself. I saw his Fading Eyes brighten as I held it up. He maw'd, "Key--Freeman--" and puff'd with his Lips, and fell Unconscious. I slipt the Book back into his breast, put the silk-covered paper in mine own, and ran out of the Room, Calling Loudly for help.
He dy'd that Night. And when I look'd at the "Key" 'twas naught but a silly Verse. Yet I was doubtful of Giving it to Freeman. Instead, I did show it to old Shooba.
"I will ask my Snake if he knows anything of Keyes," said Shooba. And remembering the Overseer, I did not smile, but gave him the Paper. I like not to think of Shooba's Snake.
Then buried we mine Uncle in the Hynds tomb and my Aunt was left to wander ghostlike, seeking for what she should never find.--Oh, why did not they leave Richard and me alone!
I repent not. But I am Troubled because of Richard who comes in the Night and looks at me, and asks, without anger, only with Sorrow, "_Was it well done, Jessamine?_" I answer, weeping; "Richard, it was to be. You made me Love you, Richard, and you put me by. For which Cause, and for that their Pride was beyond Bearing, did I pull down the Roof of Hynds House over their heads, and these my Hands did push you into your Grave. But go you back to Sleep, my dearest Dear. I shall Find mine Own Grave shortly, and then I shall be able to come closer to you. When I am Dead, Richard, you will understand."
Sometimes he will go, looking at me over his Sholder with Eyes so sad that for Pity I must weep mine own eyes Blind. But sometimes he will say, in a Voice none may hear but me: "Cruel, cruel Jessamine! You shall not come near me even when you are Dead: You shall be Farther from me than when we two walk'd Quick under the Sun. Never, never did you truly Love me: I know, the Dead being Wiser than the Living! 'T is Emily Lov'd me truest."
And oh, thou awful, far-off God, I cannot make him Understand! And unless I can make him understand, I am lost! My misery, my misery! He will not listen. I am dying of this thing!
Now did Shooba's Death-in-Life come upon him once more, and for a day and a night he lay Stark. And in the Sleep his Snake came and show'd him the untying of the Knot, and the Turning of the Keye. In proof whereof Shooba took me by the hand & Show'd me the Watcher in the Darke.
"Do but one thing more for me, old Shooba: Put out the Fire in my Brain, Shooba, for I would Sleep. And I would Sleep here, in Secret, where none but the Watcher may see."
For a while he ponder'd, Watching of me with still eyes.
"Not good to stay awake too long. You shall Sleep," he said.
Last night he Brought me the Pinch of Powder that is an Open Door. To what? I know not. But I go without Fear, because without Hope. So shall I sleep in the secret Chamber, and it maybe I shall Dream that Richard lightly Lov'd and as lightly Left me. Whereof Richard Died. And, that Freeman thinks his Brother Guilty and a Thief: A Hynds a Thief! so that Hynds House hangs Heavy above his head. And that Emily begins to Hate Freeman, who Loves her. She thinks he hath play'd Judas. I shall have Pleasant dreams!
Never shall they Find where Shooba hid the Gems, between a night and a morning. Never shall any look upon my face more, nor read what I have written, nor know what I have done. I repent not, O God! What I am I am, Not I but Thou hast created me! Having liv'd mine own Life, I do die mine Own Death.
JESSAMINE HYNDS.
"This is the Horror that we have--felt!" I babbled. "She's beensitting here--by herself--all the time--" and my voice failed me,remembering that dark and anguished sense of guilt and ruin, ofunease and terror, that at times fell upon one in the night like asmothering garment. Cold drops came upon my forehead, when Ireflected that we had been living under the same roof with This, andwe all unknowing. And I began to whimper: "I cannot stay even onenight more under the same roof with her. I cannot! I cannot!"
"Sophy," said Nicholas Jelnik's quiet voice, "I brought you herebecause I relied upon your courage, your common sense, and yourcharity."
I gulped. In the most matter-of-fact manner, he gave me anotherwhiff of that incomparable perfume, and I felt my taut nervessteady. Not untruthfully had the Coptic physician claimed magicqualities for that perfume.
Mr. Jelnik said gently: "Had you been other than you are, I wouldnot have dared call you to my aid to-night. But when I discoveredthe real thief--and she Jessamine Hynds--I could not bear that anyother eyes than yours should see her as she is. And--I want you tobe with me when I find the jewels."
The jewels? I blinked at him. Immersed in the tragedy of the womanJessamine, her piteous fate had put all thought of everything saveherself out of my mind.
"Shooba hid them, between a night and a morning. Shooba brought herhere, between a night and a morning. Where should the jewels be buthere?"
At his words the grim and mocking
ghost of that terrible oldAfrican, who had been whipped for falling into trances, and who hadso tragically revenged himself and his slighted mistress, seemed torise behind all that remained of her.
"Yes, he would put them where she could keep watch over them. Whyshould she come here, make her way through those dreadful passages,save for that? Think of her stealing out of her room in the dead ofnight, coming alive to what she knew was her tomb, shutting thatdoor upon herself--" I looked at the tarnished cup, and hoped thatthe witch doctor's potion had given her a speedy sleep. I looked atthe blackened candelabrum, and wondered whether that candle had goneout before she had, or whether her head had fallen upon her arm, andshe had died wide-eyed in the black, black dark. The cold grue shookme again, and I beat my hands together for terror and pity.
"Do not think of that!" said Mr. Jelnik. "Death rectifies humanwrongs, and all of them have long, long since been healed of theirhurts. Come, let us find the jewels. We are losing time."
We opened the cabinets first. They held papers that had beenprecious in their day--old deeds, old charters and grants, with theking's seals and the signatures of the Lords Proprietors upon them;correspondence, a casual glance at which showed Revolutionaryactivities--a hanging matter once, but harmless enough now; a box offoreign coins, all gold; a charge, in medieval Latin, on fineparchment, which exquisitely illuminated initial letters; a plainsilver chalice and a patten; some threadbare robes and regalia, anda gavel; a most carefully done chart of the Hynds family, ending,however, with Colonel James Hampden Hynds himself; two letters, anda miniature of Charles the First; letters signed, "Yours, B.Franklin," "Yours, John Hancock"; several from "Geo. Washington."
The chest held two uniforms, one British, the other buff and blue; apair of pistols, spurs, and a sword. The buff-and-blue uniform wasworn and stained, with a burnt and ragged hole in the breast. It hadbelonged, said the slip pinned to it, to "Captain Lewis De LacyHynds, my youngest Brother, the youngest of our House, who FellGloriously at the Battle of Cowpens."
And that was all. Although we examined every inch of that floor,every board of the walls, and made the most scrupulously carefulsearch of the cabinets and the chest. I even dared pass my handsover Jessamine herself.
Shooba the witch doctor had done the unexpected. Wherever he mighthave hidden them between a night and a morning, he had not hiddenthe Hynds jewels in the secret room of Hynds House. And she whoalone could have solved the mystery and told us the truth, lay therewith a lipless mouth.