He appeared to be asleep. The Professor was pale, and his mobile lips were drawn into an expression of supreme disgust.
"Faugh!" he said.
He walked to the windows of the further room, pulled aside the curtains and pushed the gla.s.s up, letting in the air. The bare trees were visible in the grey gloom outside. Guildea leaned out for a minute drawing the night air into his lungs. Presently he turned round to the Father, and exclaimed abruptly,
"Pestilent! Isn"t it?"
"Yes--most pestilent."
"Ever hear anything like it?"
"Not exactly."
"Nor I. It gives me nausea, Murchison, absolute physical nausea."
He closed the window and walked uneasily about the room.
"What d"you make of it?" he asked, over his shoulder.
"How d"you mean exactly?"
"Is it man"s, woman"s, or child"s voice?"
"I can"t tell, I can"t make up my mind."
"Nor I."
"Have you heard it often?"
"Yes, since I returned from Westgate. There are never any words that I can distinguish. What a voice!"
He spat into the fire.
"Forgive me," he said, throwing himself down in a chair. "It turns my stomach--literally."
"And mine," said the Father, truly.
"The worst of it is," continued Guildea, with a high, nervous accent, "that there"s no brain with it, none at all--only the cunning of idiotcy."
The Father started at this exact expression of his own conviction by another.
"Why d"you start like that?" asked Guildea, with a quick suspicion which showed the unnatural condition of his nerves.
"Well, the very same idea had occurred to me."
"What?"
"That I was listening to the voice of something idiotic."
"Ah! That"s the devil of it, you know, to a man like me. I could fight against brain--but this!"
He sprang up again, poked the fire violently, then stood on the hearthrug with his back to it, and his hands thrust into the high pockets of his trousers.
"That"s the voice of the thing that"s got into my house," he said.
"Pleasant, isn"t it?"
And now there was really horror in his eyes, and in his voice.
"I must get it out," he exclaimed. "I must get it out. But how?"
He tugged at his short black beard with a quivering hand.
"How?" he continued. "For what is it? Where is it?"
"You feel it"s here--now?"
"Undoubtedly. But I couldn"t tell you in what part of the room."
He stared about, glancing rapidly at everything.
"Then you consider yourself haunted?" said Father Murchison.
He, too, was much moved and disturbed, although he was not conscious of the presence of anything near them in the room.
"I have never believed in any nonsense of that kind, as you know,"
Guildea answered. "I simply state a fact which I cannot understand, and which is beginning to be very painful to me. There is something here.
But whereas most so-called hauntings have been described to me as inimical, what I am conscious of is that I am admired, loved, desired.
This is distinctly horrible to me, Murchison, distinctly horrible."
Father Murchison suddenly remembered the first evening he had spent with Guildea, and the latter"s expression almost of disgust, at the idea of receiving warm affection from anyone. In the light of that long ago conversation the present event seemed supremely strange, and almost like a punishment for an offence committed by the Professor against humanity.
But, looking up at his friend"s twitching face, the Father resolved not to be caught in the net of his hideous belief.
"There can be nothing here," he said. "It"s impossible."
"What does that bird imitate, then?"
"The voice of someone who has been here."
"Within the last week then. For it never spoke like that before, and mind, I noticed that it was watching and striving to imitate something before I went away, since the night that I went into the Park, only since then."
"Somebody with a voice like that must have been here while you were away," Father Murchison repeated, with a gentle obstinacy.
"I"ll soon find out."
Guildea pressed the bell. Pitting stole in almost immediately.
"Pitting," said the Professor, speaking in a high, sharp voice, "did anyone come into this room during my absence at the sea?"
"Certainly not, sir, except the maids--and me, sir."