按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
sea。 Maggie had not even in Glebeshire known so furious a day and hour when the winds tossed and raged but never broke into real storm。 It was the more surprising。 She had to pause for a moment to remember where Turnstall's the butcher was； then； suddenly recalling it； she turned off the High Street and found her way to the mean streets that ran behind the Promenade。 Still she met no one。 It might have been a town abandoned by all human life and given over to the wind and rain and the approaching absorption of the sea。 It was now dark and the lamp at the end of the street blew gustily and with an uncertain flare。
Maggie found Turnstall's； its shop lit and Mr。 Turnstall himself； stout and red…faced； behind his bloody counter。 She went in and asked him where 〃The Sea Dog〃 might be。 He explained to her that it was close at hand； on the right； looking over the Promenade。 She found it at last because it had an old…fashioned creaking wooden sign with a blue sailor painted on it。 Timidly she stepped into the dark uneven passage。 To the right of her she could see a deserted room with wooden trestles and a table。 The bar must be near because she could hear voices and the clinking of glasses； but； in spite of those sounds the house seemed very dead。 Through the walls and rooms she could hear the pounding beat of the sea。 She walked to the end of the passage and there found an old wrinkled man in riding breeches and a brightly…coloured check shirt。
〃Can you tell me where a gentleman； Mr。 Cardinal； is staying？〃 she asked。
He was obviously very deaf； she had to shout。 She repeated her question； adding。 〃He came from London to…day。〃
A stout middle…aged woman appeared。 〃What is it？〃 she asked。 〃The old man's stone deaf。 He can't hear at all。〃
〃I was wondering；〃 said Maggie； 〃whether you could tell me where I could find a Mr。 Cardinal。 He came down from London to…day and is staying here。〃
〃Cardinal 。 。 。 Cardinal？〃 The woman thought； scratching her head。 〃Was it Caldwell you meant？〃
〃No；〃 said Maggie。 〃Cardinal。〃
〃I'll go and see。〃 The woman disappeared； whilst the old man brushed past Maggie as though she were a piece of furniture； he departed on some secret purpose of his own。
〃What a horrible place！〃 thought Maggie。 〃Uncle must be in a bad way if he comes here。 I never should sleep for the noise of the sea。〃
The woman returned。 〃Yes。 'E's here。 No。 5。 Come this afternoon。 Up the stairs and second door on the right。〃
The stairs to which she pointed offered a gulf of darkness。 The woman was gone。 The noises from the bar had ceased。 The only sound in the place was the thundering of the sea； roaring； as it seemed； at the very foot of the house。
Maggie climbed the stairs。 Half…way up she was compelled to pause。 The darkness blinded her； she had lost the reflection from the lamp below and； above her； there was no light at all。 She advanced slowly； step by step； feeling her way with a hand on the rickety bannisters。 At the top of the stair there was a gleam of light and； turning to the right； she knocked on the second door。 There was no answer and she knocked again。 Listening； the noise of the sea was now so violent that she fancied that she might not have heard the answer so she turned the handle of the door and pushed it open。 She was met then by a gale of wind； a rush of the sea that seemed as imminent as though she were on the shore itself and a dim grey light that revealed nothing in the room to her but only shapes and shadows。
She knew at once that the windows must be wide open； she could hear some papers rustling and something on the wall tapped monotonously。
〃Uncle Mathew！〃 she whispered； and then she called more loudly。
〃Uncle Mathew！ Uncle Mathew！〃
There was no answer and suddenly a strange； quite unreasoning terror caught her by the throat。 It was all that she could do not to cry out and run down to the gas…lit passage。 She held herself there by sheer force； the smell of the sea was now very strong； there was a tang of rotten seaweed in it。
As she remained there she could see more clearly； but it seemed that the room was full of some dim obscuring mist。 She moved forward into the room； knocked her knee against a table； and then as the panic gained upon her called more loudly； 〃Uncle。 。 。 Uncle。 Are you in？ Where are you？ It's I； Maggie。〃
〃Oh well。 。 。 of course he isn't here；〃 she said to herself。 〃He's downstairs。〃 And yet； strangely； something seemed to persuade her that he was there； it was as though he were maliciously hiding from her to tease her。
Feeling her way cautiously； her hands before her face； she moved forward to close the windows； thinking that she must shut out that abominable sound of the sea and the stale stink of the seaweed。 She was suddenly caught by a sweep of rain that wetted her hair and face and neck。 She started back and touched a piece of damp cloth。 She turned； and there； very close to her but above her and staring over her head； was Uncle Mathew's face。 It was so close to her that she could have touched it by putting up her hand。 It was white…grey and she would not have seen it at all had she not been very near to it。
She realised nothing； but she felt that her knees were trembling and that she would fall if she did not steady herself。 She put out her hand and clutched damp heavy thick cloth； cloth that enwrapped as it seemed some weighty substance like stone or brick。
She passed her hand upwards and suddenly the damp cloth gave way beneath her fingers； sinking inwards against something soft and flabby。 She sprang away。 She stood for one shuddering moment； then she screamed again and again； shrieking and running； as it were for her life； out of the room； down the passage。 She could not find the staircase。 Oh！ she could not find the staircase！ She stood there； leaning against the damp wall； crying： 〃Oh help！ Help！ Quickly！〃
There were steps and voices； then the woman whom she had seen before appeared at the turn of the stair holding a lamp。
〃What is it？〃 she asked； raising the light high。 Maggie did not answer； only leaning there and staring down。
〃You'd better come； Bill；〃 the woman said。 〃There's something wrong up 'ere。〃
The woman came up the stairs followed by two men； they moved cautiously as though； they expected to find something terrible round the next corner。
〃What is it？〃 said the woman again when she came up to Maggie。 But Maggie made no answer。 They pushed past her and went into the room。 Maggie followed them。 She saw the room obscured by mist； she heard some whispering and fumbling； then a match was struck； there was a bead…like flare followed suddenly by the flaming of a candle。 In the quick light the room was bright。 Maggie saw her uncle hanging from some projection in the rough ceiling。 A chair was overturned at his feet。 His body was like a bag of old clothes； his big boots turning inwards towards one another。 His face was a dull grey and seemed cut off from the rest of his body by the thick blue muffler that encircled his neck。 He was grinning at her； the tip of his tongue protruded at her between his teeth。 She noticed his hands that hung heavily like dead fish。
After that she knew no more save that the sea seeme