I did as he told me, to a degree only. I tossed the cards in the air without choosing one, although I made a feint of doing so.
_Not a card fell back to the floor. They every one disappeared from view in the ceiling._ If it had not been for the heavy chair I had rolled in front of the door, I think I should have fled.
"How"s that for a trick?" asked my visitor.
I said nothing, for the very good reason that my words stuck in my throat.
"Give me a little _creme de menthe_, will you, please?" said he, after a moment"s pause.
"I haven"t a drop in the house," I said, relieved to think that this wonderful being could come down to anything so earthly.
"Pshaw, Hiram!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, apparently in disgust. "Don"t be mean, and, above all, don"t lie. Why, man, you"ve got a bottle full of it in your hand! Do you want it all?"
He was right. Where it came from I do not know; but, beyond question, the graceful, slim-necked bottle was in my right hand, and my left held a liqueur-gla.s.s of exquisite form.
"Say," I gasped, as soon as I was able to collect my thoughts, "what are your terms?"
"Wait a moment," he answered. "Let me do a little mind-reading before we arrange preliminaries."
"I haven"t much of a mind to read tonight," I answered, wildly.
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"You"re right there," said he. "It"s like a dime novel, that mind of yours to-night. But I"ll do the best I can with it. Suppose you think of your favorite poem, and after turning it over in your mind carefully for a few minutes, select two lines from it, concealing them, of course, from me, and I will tell you what they are."
Now my favorite poem, I regret to say, is Lewis Carroll"s "Jabberwock," a fact I was ashamed to confess to an utter stranger, so I tried to deceive him by thinking of some other lines. The effort was hardly successful, for the only other lines I could call to mind at the moment were from Rudyard Kipling"s rhyme, "The Post that Fitted," and which ran,
"Year by year, in pious patience, vengeful Mrs. Boffin sits Waiting for the Sleary babies to develop Sleary"s fits."
"Humph!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed my visitor. "You"re a great Hiram, you are."
And then rising from his chair and walking to my "poet"s corner," the magician selected two volumes.
"There," said he, handing me the _Departmental Ditties_. "You"ll find the lines you tried to fool me with at the foot of page thirteen. Look."
I looked, and there lay that vile Sleary sentiment, in all the majesty of type, staring me in the eyes.
"And here," added my visitor, opening _Alice in the Looking-Gla.s.s_--"here is the poem that to your mind holds all the philosophy of life:
""Come to my arms, my beamish boy, He chortled in his joy.""
I blushed and trembled. Blushed that he should discover the weakness of my taste, trembled at his power.
"I don"t blame you for coloring," said the magician. "But I thought you said the Gutenberg was made up of men of brains? Do you think you could stay on the rolls a month if they were aware that your poetic ideals are summed up in the "Jabberwock" and "Sleary"s Fits"?"
"My taste might be far worse," I answered.
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"Yes, it might. You might have stooped to liking some of your own verses.
I ought really to congratulate you, I suppose," retorted the visitor, with a sneering laugh.
This roused my ire again.
"Who are you, anyhow, that you come here and take me to task?" I demanded, angrily. "I"ll like anything I please, and without asking your permission.
If I cared more for the _Peterkin Papers_ than I do for Shakespeare, I wouldn"t be accountable to you, and that"s all there is about it."
"Never mind who I am," said the visitor. "Suffice to say that I am myself.
You"ll know my name soon enough. In fact, you will p.r.o.nounce it involuntarily the first thing when you wake in the morning, and then--"
Here he shook his head ominously, and I felt myself grow rigid with fright in my chair. "Now for the final trick," he said, after a moment"s pause.
"Think of where you would most like to be at this moment, and I"ll exert my power to put you there. Only close your eyes first."
I closed my eyes and wished. When I opened them I was in the billiard-room of the Gutenberg Club with Perkins and Tompson.
"For Heaven"s sake, Spencer," they said, in surprise, "where did you drop in from? Why, man, you are as white as a sheet. And what a necktie! Take it off!"
"Grab hold of me, boys, and hold me fast," I pleaded, falling on my knees in terror. "If you don"t, I believe I"ll die."
The idea of returning to my sanctum was intolerably dreadful to me.
"Ha! ha!" laughed the magician, for even as I spoke to Perkins and Tompson I found myself seated opposite my infernal visitor in my room once more.
"They couldn"t keep you an instant with me summoning you back."
His laughter was terrible; his frown was pleasanter; and I felt myself gradually losing control of my senses.
"Go," I cried. "Leave me, or you will have the crime of murder on your conscience."
"I have no con--" he began; but I heard no more.
That is the last I remember of that fearful night. I must have fainted, and then have fallen into a deep slumber.
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When I waked it was morning, and I was alone, but undressed and in bed, unconscionably weak, and surrounded by medicine bottles of many kinds. The clock on the mantle on the other side of the room indicated that it was after ten o"clock.
"_Great Beelzebub!_" I cried, taking note of the hour. "I"ve an engagement with Barlow at nine."
And then a sweet-faced woman, who, I afterwards learned, was a professional nurse, entered the room, and within an hour I realized two facts. One was that I had lain ill for many days, and that my engagement with Barlow was now for six weeks unfulfilled; the other, that my midnight visitor was none other than--
And yet I don"t know. His tricks certainly were worthy of that individual; but Perkins and Tompson a.s.sert that I never entered the club that night, and surely if my visitor was Beelzebub himself he would not have omitted so important a factor of success as my actual presence in the billiard-room on that occasion would have been; and, besides, he was altogether too cool to have come from his reputed residence.
Altogether I think the episode most unaccountable, particularly when I reflect that while no trace of my visitor was discoverable in my room the next morning, as my nurse tells me, my blue necktie was in reality found upon the floor, crushed and torn into a shapeless bundle of frayed rags.
As for the club entertainment, I am told that, despite my absence, it was a wonderful success, redeemed from failure, the treasurer of the club said, by the voluntary services of a guest, who secured admittance on one of my cards, and who executed some sleight-of-hand tricks that made the members tremble, and whose mind-reading feats performed on the club"s butler not only made it necessary for him to resign his office, but disclosed to the House Committee the whereabouts of several cases of rare wines that had mysteriously disappeared.