The old man turned and regarded her, and his voice shook. "He has been dead ten days, and besides he-I would not tell you else, but-I could only recognize him by his clothing. If he was too terrible for you to see then, how now?"
"Bring him back," cried the old woman, and dragged him toward the door.
"Do you think I fear the child I have nursed?"
He went down in the darkness, and felt his way to the parlour, and then to the mantelpiece. The talisman was in its place, and a horrible fear that the unspoken wish might bring his mutilated son before him ere he could escape from the room seized upon him, and he caught his breath as he found that he had lost the direction of the door. His brow cold with sweat, he felt his way round the table, and groped along the wall until he found himself in the small pa.s.sage with the unwholesome thing in his hand.
Even his wife"s face seemed changed as he entered the room. It was white and expectant, and to his fears seemed to have an unnatural look upon it. He was afraid of her.
"Wish!" she cried, in a strong voice.
"It is foolish and wicked," he faltered.
"Wish!" repeated his wife.
He raised his hand. "I wish my son alive again."
The talisman fell to the floor, and he regarded it fearfully. Then he sank trembling into a chair as the old woman, with burning eyes, walked to the window and raised the blind.
He sat until he was chilled with the cold, glancing occasionally at the figure of the old woman peering through the window. The candle-end, which had burned below the rim of the china candlestick, was throwing pulsating shadows on the ceiling and walls, until, with a flicker larger than the rest, it expired. The old man, with an unspeakable sense of relief at the failure of the talisman, crept back to his bed, and a minute or two afterward the old woman came silently and apathetically beside him.
Neither spoke, but lay silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried noisily through the wall.
The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some time s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his courage, he took the box of matches, and striking one, went downstairs for a candle.
At the foot of the stairs the match went out, and he paused to strike another; and at the same moment a knock, so quiet and stealthy as to be scarcely audible, sounded on the front door.
The matches fell from his hand and spilled in the pa.s.sage. He stood motionless, his breath suspended until the knock was repeated. Then he turned and fled swiftly back to his room, and closed the door behind him. A third knock sounded through the house.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "What"s that?" cried the old woman.]
"What"s that?" cried the old woman, starting up.
"A rat," said the old man in shaking tones-"a rat. It pa.s.sed me on the stairs."
His wife sat up in bed listening. A loud knock resounded through the house.
"It"s Herbert!" she screamed. "It"s Herbert!"
She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and catching her by the arm, held her tightly.
"What are you going to do?" he whispered hoa.r.s.ely.
"It"s my boy; it"s Herbert!" she cried, struggling mechanically. "I forgot it was two miles away. What are you holding me for? Let go. I must open the door."
"For G.o.d"s sake don"t let it in," cried the old man, trembling.
"You"re afraid of your own son," she cried, struggling. "Let me go. I"m coming, Herbert; I"m coming."
There was another knock, and another. The old woman with a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room. Her husband followed to the landing, and called after her appealingly as she hurried downstairs. He heard the chain rattle back and the bottom bolt drawn slowly and stiffly from the socket. Then the old woman"s voice, strained and panting.
"The bolt," she cried, loudly. "Come down. I can"t reach it."
But her husband was on his hands and knees groping wildly on the floor in search of the paw. If he could only find it before the thing outside got in. A perfect fusillade of knocks reverberated through the house, and he heard the sc.r.a.ping of a chair as his wife put it down in the pa.s.sage against the door. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkey"s paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish.
The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street lamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road.
BILL"S PAPER CHASE
Sailormen "ave their faults, said the night watchman, frankly. I"m not denying of it. I used to "ave myself when I was at sea, but being close with their money is a fault as can seldom be brought ag"in "em.
I saved some money once-two golden sovereigns, owing to a "ole in my pocket. Before I got another ship I slept two nights on a doorstep and "ad nothing to eat, and I found them two sovereigns in the lining o" my coat when I was over two thousand miles away from the nearest pub.
I on"y knew one miser all the years I was at sea. Thomas Geary "is name was, and we was shipmates aboard the barque Grenada, homeward bound from Sydney to London.
Thomas was a man that was getting into years; sixty, I think "e was, and old enough to know better. "E"d been saving "ard for over forty years, and as near as we could make out "e was worth a matter o" six "undered pounds. He used to be fond o" talking about it, and letting us know how much better off "e was than any of the rest of us.
We was about a month out from Sydney when old Thomas took sick. Bill Hicks said that it was owing to a ha"penny he couldn"t account for; but Walter Jones, whose family was always ill, and thought "e knew a lot about it, said that "e knew wot it was, but "e couldn"t remember the name of it, and that when we got to London and Thomas saw a doctor, we should see as "ow "e was right.
Whatever it was the old man got worse and worse. The skipper came down and gave "im some physic and looked at "is tongue, and then "e looked at our tongues to see wot the difference was. Then "e left the cook in charge of "im and went off.
The next day Thomas was worse, and it was soon clear to everybody but "im that "e was slipping "is cable. He wouldn"t believe it at first, though the cook told "im, Bill Hicks told him, and Walter Jones "ad a grandfather that went off in just the same way.
"I"m not going to die," says Thomas "How can I die and leave all that money?"
"It"ll be good for your relations, Thomas," says Walter Jones.
"I ain"t got any," says the old man.
"Well, your friends, then, Thomas," says Walter, soft-like.
"Ain"t got any," says the old man ag"in.
"Yes, you "ave, Thomas," says Walter, with a kind smile; "I could tell you one you"ve got."
Thomas shut his eyes at "im and began to talk pitiful about "is money and the "ard work "e"d "ad saving of it. And by-and-by "e got worse, and didn"t reckernise us, but thought we was a pack o" greedy, drunken sailormen. He thought Walter Jones was a shark, and told "im so, and, try all "e could, Walter couldn"t persuade "im different.
He died the day arter. In the morning "e was whimpering about "is money ag"in, and angry with Bill when "e reminded "im that "e couldn"t take it with "im, and "e made Bill promise that "e should be buried just as "e was. Bill tucked him up arter that, and when "e felt a canvas belt tied round the old man"s waist "e began to see wot "e was driving at.
The weather was dirty that day and there was a bit o" sea running, consequently all "ands was on deck, and a boy about sixteen wot used to "elp the steward down aft was lookin" arter Thomas. Me and Bill just run down to give a look at the old man in time.
"I am going to take it with me, Bill," says the old man.
"That"s right," says Bill.
"My mind"s-easy now," says Thomas. "I gave it to Jimmy-to-to-throw overboard for me."