He laid aside his pen, while Malling sat down.
"A letter from Flammarion this morning," he said. "But all about Halley"s comet, of course. What is it?"
Now the professor"s "What is it?" was not general, but particular, and was at once understood to be so by Malling. It did not mean "Why have you come?" but "Why are you obsessed at this moment, and by what?"
"Let"s have the mystery," he added, leaning his elbows on his just dried ma.n.u.script, and resting his sharp little chin on his doubled fists.
Yet Malling had hinted at no mystery, and had come without saying he was coming.
"You know a clergyman called Marcus Harding?" said Malling.
"Of St. Joseph"s. To be sure, I do."
"Do you know also his senior curate, Henry Chichester?"
"No."
"Have you heard of him?"
"Oh dear, yes. And I fancy I"ve seen him at a distance."
"You heard of him from Harding, I suppose."
"Exactly, and Harding"s wife."
"Oh, from Lady Sophia!"
"Who hates him."
"Since when?" said Malling, emphatically.
"I couldn"t say. But I was only aware of the fact about a month ago."
"Have you any reason to suppose that Harding has been making any experiments?"
"In church music, biblical criticism, or what?"
"Say in psychical research?"
"No."
"Or that Chichester has?"
"No."
"Hasn"t Harding ever talked to you on the subject?"
"He has tried to," said the professor, rather grimly.
"And you didn"t encourage him?"
"When do I encourage clergymen to talk about psychical research?"
Malling could not help smiling.
"I have some reason--at least I believe so--to suppose that Harding and his curate Chichester have been making some experiments in directions not entirely unknown to us," he observed. "And what is more"--he paused--"what is more," he continued, "I am inclined to think that those experiments may have been crowned with a success they little understand."
Down went the professor"s fists, his head was poked forward in Malling"s direction, and his small eyes glittered almost like those of a glutton who sees a feast spread before him.
"The experiments of two clergymen in psychical research crowned with success!" he barked out.
"If so, I shall see what I can do in the pulpit--the Abbey pulpit!"
He got up, and walking slightly sidewise, with his hands hanging, and his fingers opening and shutting, went over to a chair close to Malling"s.
"Get on!" he said.
"I"m going to. I want your advice."
When Malling had finished what he had to say, the professor, who had interrupted him two or three times to ask pertinent questions, put his hands on his knees and thrust his head forward.
"You said you wanted advice," he said. "What about?"
"I wish you to advise me how I had better proceed."
"You really think the matter important?" asked the professor.
Malling looked slightly disconcerted.
"You don"t?" he said.
"You are deducing a great deal from not very much. That"s certain,"
observed the professor.
"You never knew Chichester," retorted Malling. "I did--two years ago."
"Suppose you are right, suppose these two reverend gentlemen have done something such as you suppose--and that there has been a result, a curious result, what have we to do with it? Tell me that."
"You mean that I have no right to endeavor to make a secret investigation into the matter. But I"m positive both the men want help from me. I don"t say either of them will ask it. But I"m certain both of them want it."
"Two clergymen!" said the professor. "Two clergymen! That"s the best of it--if there is an it, which there may not be."
"Harding spoke very warmly of you."
"Good-believing man! Now, I do wonder what he"s been up to. I do wonder. Perhaps he"d have told me but for my confounded habit of sarcasm, my way of repelling the amateur--repelling!" His arms flew out.
"There"s so much silliness beyond all bearing, credulity beyond all the patience of science. Table-turning women, feminine men! "The spirits guide me, Professor, in every smallest action of my life!"--Wuff!--the charlatan battens and breeds. And the bile rises in one till Carlyle on his worst day might have hailed one as a brother bilious, and so denunciatory--Jeremiah nervously dyspeptic! And when you opened your envelop and drew out a couple of clergymen, really, really! But perhaps I was in a hurry! Clergymen in a serious fix, too, because of unexpected and not understood success! And I talk of repelling the _amateur_!"
Suddenly he paused and, with his bushy eyebrows twitching, looked steadily at Malling.