""Well," I said aloud, "I guess I might as well start packing. Don"t want to let the sun go down and find me here----"
"My theory was right. I hadn"t finished speaking when I heard the warning hiss, and there, poised ready for the stroke, the snake was coiled before the door. And it was no phantom, either, no figment of an overwrought imagination. It lay upon a rug the hotel management had placed before the door to take the wear of constant pa.s.sage from the carpet, and I could see the high pile of the rug crushed down beneath its weight. It was flesh and scales--and fangs!--and it coiled and threatened me in my twelfth-floor room in the bright sunlight of the afternoon.
"Little chills of terror chased each other up my back, and I could feel the short hairs on my neck grow stiff and scratch against my collar, but I kept myself in hand. Pretending to ignore the loathsome thing, I flung myself upon the bed.
""Oh, well," I said aloud, "there really isn"t any need of hurrying. I promised Julie that I"d come to her tonight, and I mustn"t disappoint her." Half a minute later I roused myself upon my elbow and glanced toward the door. The snake was gone.
""Here"s a letter for you, Mr. Minton," said the desk clerk as I paused to leave my key. The note was on gray paper edged with silver-gilt, and very highly scented. The penmanship was tiny, stilted and ill-formed, as though the author were unused to writing, but I could make it out:
_Adore
Meet me in St. Denis Cemetery at sunset a vous de coeur pour l"eternite_
JULIE
"I stuffed the note back in my pocket. The more I thought about the whole affair the less I liked it. The flirtation had begun harmlessly enough, and Julie was as lovely and appealing as a figure in a fairy-tale, but there are unpleasant aspects to most fairy-tales, and this was no exception. That scene last night when she had seemed to argue with a full-grown cottonmouth, and the mysterious appearance of the snake whenever I spoke of breaking my promise to go back to her--there was something too much like black magic in it. Now she addressed me as her adored and signed herself for eternity; finally named a graveyard as our rendezvous. Things had become a little bit too thick.
"I was standing at the corner of Ca.n.a.l and Baronne Streets, and crowds of office workers and late shoppers elbowed past me. "I"ll be d.a.m.ned if I"ll meet her in a cemetery, or anywhere else," I muttered. "I"ve had enough of all this nonsense----"
"A woman"s shrill scream, echoed by a man"s hoa.r.s.e shout of terror, interrupted me. On the marble pavement of Ca.n.a.l Street, with half a thousand people bustling by, lay coiled a three-foot water moccasin.
Here was proof. I"d seen it twice in my room at the hotel, but I"d been alone each time. Some form of weird hypnosis might have made me think I saw it, but the screaming woman and the shouting man, these panic-stricken people in Ca.n.a.l Street, couldn"t all be victims of a spell which had been cast on me. "All right, I"ll go," I almost shouted, and instantly, as though it been but a puff of smoke, the snake was gone, the half-fainting woman and a crowd of curious bystanders asking what was wrong left to prove I had not been the victim of some strange delusion.
"Old Saint Denis Cemetery lay drowsing in the blue, faint twilight. It has no graves as we know them, for when the city was laid out it was below sea-level and bodies were stored away in crypts set row on row like lines of pigeon-holes in walls as thick as those of mediaeval castles. Gra.s.s-grown aisles run between the rows of vaults, and the effect is a true city of the dead with narrow streets shut in by close-set houses. The rattle of a trolley car in Rampart Street came to me faintly as I walked between the rows of tombs; from the river came the mellow-throated bellow of a steamer"s whistle, but both sounds were muted as though heard from a great distance. The tomb-lined bastions of Saint Denis hold the present out as firmly as they hold the memories of the past within.
"Down one aisle and up another I walked, the close-clipped turf deadening my footfalls so I might have been a ghost come back to haunt the ancient burial ground, but nowhere was there sign or trace of Julie. I made the circuit of the labyrinth and finally paused before one of the more pretentious tombs.
""Looks as if she"d stood me up," I murmured. "If she has, I have a good excuse to----"
""But _non, mon coeur_, I have not disappointed you!" a soft voice whispered in my ear. "See, I am here."
"I think I must have jumped at sound of her greeting, for she clapped her hands delightedly before she put them on my shoulders and turned her face up for a kiss. "Silly one," she chided, "did you think your Julie was unfaithful?"
"I put her hands away as gently as I could, for her utter self-surrender was embarra.s.sing. "Where were you?" I asked, striving to make neutral conversation. "I"ve been prowling round this graveyard for the last half-hour, and came through this aisle not a minute ago, but I didn"t see you----"
""Ah, but I saw you, _cheri_; I have watched you as you made your solemn rounds like a watchman of the night. _Ohe_, but it was hard to wait until the sun went down to greet you, _mon pet.i.t_!"
"She laughed again, and her mirth was mellowly musical as the gurgle of cool water poured from a silver vase.
""How could you have seen me?" I demanded. "Where were you all this time?"
"But here, of course," she answered navely, resting one hand against the graystone slab that sealed the tomb.
"I shook my head bewilderedly. The tomb, like all the others in the deeply recessed wall, was of rough cement incrusted with small seash.e.l.ls, and its sides were straight and blank without a spear of ivy clinging to them. A sparrow could not have found cover there, yet....
"Julie raised herself on tiptoe and stretched her arms out right and left while she looked at me through half-closed, smiling eyes. "_Je suis engourdie_--I am stiff with sleep," she told me, stifling a yawn.
"But now that you are come, _mon cher_, I am wakeful as the p.u.s.s.y-cat that rouses at the scampering of the mouse. Come, let us walk in this garden of mine." She linked her arm through mine and started down the gra.s.sy, grave-lined path.
"Tiny shivers--not of cold--were flickering through my cheeks and down my neck beneath my ears. I _had_ to have an explanation ... the snake, her declaration that she watched me as I searched the cemetery--and from a tomb where a beetle could not have found a hiding-place--her announcement she was still stiff from sleeping, now her reference to a half-forgotten graveyard as her garden.
""See here, I want to know----" I started, but she laid her hand across my lips.
""Do not ask to know too soon, _mon coeur_," she bade. "Look at me, am I not veritably _elegante_?" She stood back a step, gathered up her skirts and swept me a deep curtsy.
"There was no denying she was beautiful. Her tightly curling hair had been combed high and tied back with a fillet of bright violet tissue which bound her brows like a diadem and at the front of which an aigret plume was set. In her ears were hung two beautifully matched cameos, outlined in gold and seed-pearls, and almost large as silver dollars; a necklace of antique dull-gold hung round her throat, and its pendant was a duplicate of her ear-cameos, while a bracelet of matt-gold set with a fourth matched anaglyph was clasped about her left arm just above the elbow. Her gown was sheer white muslin, low cut at front and back, with little puff-sleeves at the shoulders, fitted tightly at the bodice and flaring sharply from a high-set waist. Over it she wore a narrow scarf of violet silk, hung behind her neck and dropping down on either side in front like a clergyman"s stole. Her sandals were gilt leather, heel-less as a ballet dancer"s shoes and laced with violet ribbons. Her lovely, pearl-white hands were bare of rings, but on the second toe of her right foot there showed a little cameo which matched the others which she wore.
"I could feel my heart begin to pound and my breath come quicker as I looked at her, but:
""You look as if you"re going to a masquerade," I said.
"A look of hurt surprize showed in her eyes. "A masquerade?" she echoed. "But no, it is my best, my very finest, that I wear for you tonight, _mon adore_. Do not you like it; do you not love me, edouard?"
""No," I answered shortly, "I do not. We might as well understand each other, Julie. I"m not in love with you and I never was. It"s been a pretty flirtation, nothing more. I"m going home tomorrow, and----"
""But you will come again? Surely you will come again?" she pleaded, "You cannot mean it when you say you do not love me, edouard. Tell me that you spoke so but to tease me----"
"A warning hiss sounded in the gra.s.s beside my foot, but I was too angry to be frightened. "Go ahead, set your devilish snake on me," I taunted. "Let it bite me. I"d as soon be dead as----"
"The snake was quick, but Julie quicker. In the split-second required for the thing to drive at me she leaped across the gra.s.s-grown aisle and pushed me back. So violent was the shove she gave me that I fell against the tomb, struck my head against a small projecting stone and stumbled to my knees. As I fought for footing on the slippery gra.s.s I saw the deadly, wedge-shaped head strike full against the girl"s bare ankle and heard her gasp with pain. The snake recoiled and swung its head toward me, but Julie dropped down to her knees and spread her arms protectingly about me.
""_Non, non, grand"tante!_" she screamed; "not this one! Let me----"
Her voice broke on a little gasp and with a retching hiccup she sank limply to the gra.s.s.
"I tried to rise, but my foot slipped on the gra.s.s and I fell back heavily against the tomb, crashing my brow against its sh.e.l.l-set cement wall. I saw Julie lying in a little huddled heap of white against the blackness of the sward, and, shadowy but clearly visible, an aged, wrinkled Negress with turbaned head and cambric ap.r.o.n bending over her, nursing her head against her bosom and rocking back and forth grotesquely while she crooned a wordless threnody. Where had she come from? I wondered idly. Where had the snake gone? Why did the moonlight seem to fade and flicker like a dying lamp? Once more I tried to rise, but slipped back to the gra.s.s before the tomb as everything went black before me.
"The lavender light of early morning was streaming over the tomb-walls of the cemetery when I waked. I lay quiet for a little while, wondering sleepily how I came there. Then, just as the first rays of the sun shot through the thinning shadows, I remembered. Julie! The snake had bitten her when she flung herself before me. She was gone; the old Negress--where had _she_ come from?--was gone, too, and I was utterly alone in the old graveyard.
"Stiff from lying on the ground, I got myself up awkwardly, grasping at the flower-shelf projecting from the tomb. As my eyes came level with the slab that sealed the crypt I felt the breath catch in my throat. The crypt, like all its fellows, looked for all the world like an old oven let into a brick wall overlaid with peeling plaster. The sealing-stone was probably once white, but years had stained it to a dirty gray, and time had all but rubbed its legend out. Still, I could see the faint inscription carved in quaint, old-fashioned letters, and disbelief gave way to incredulity, which was replaced by panic terror as I read:
_Ici repose malheureus.e.m.e.nt Julie Amelie Marie d"Ayen Nationale de Paris France Nee le 29 Aout 1788 Decedee a la N O le 2 Juillet 1807_
"Julie! Little Julie whom I"d held in my arms, whose mouth had lain on mine in eager kisses, was a corpse! Dead and in her grave more than a century!"
The silence lengthened. Ned stared miserably before him, his outward eyes unseeing, but his mind"s eye turned upon that scene in old Saint Denis Cemetery. De Grandin tugged and tugged again at the ends of his mustache till I thought he"d drag the hairs out by the roots. I could think of nothing which might ease the tension till:
"Of course, the name cut on the tombstone was a piece of pure coincidence," I hazarded. "Most likely the young woman deliberately a.s.sumed it to mislead you----"
"And the snake which threatened our young friend, he was an a.s.sumption, also, one infers?" de Grandin interrupted.
"N-o, but it could have been a trick. Ned saw an aged Negress in the cemetery, and those old Southern darkies have strange powers----"
"I d.a.m.n think that you hit the thumb upon the nail that time, my friend," the little Frenchman nodded, "though you do not realize how accurate your diagnosis is." To Ned:
"Have you seen this snake again since coming North?"
"Yes," Ned replied. "I have. I was too stunned to speak when I read the epitaph, and I wandered back to the hotel in a sort of daze and packed my bags in silence. Possibly that"s why there was no further visitation there. I don"t know. I do know nothing further happened, though, and when several months had pa.s.sed with nothing but my memories to remind me of the incident, I began to think I"d suffered from some sort of walking nightmare. Nella and I went ahead with preparations for our wedding, but three weeks ago the postman brought me this----"