偄Judgewasseatedinagreathigh-backedcarvedoakchair,ontheright-handsideofagreatstonefirelacewhere,inthecorner,aroehungdownfromtheceiling,itsendlyingcoiledonthefloor。Withafeelingofsomethinglikehorror,Malcolmsonrecognizedthesceneoftheroomasitstood,andgazedaroundhiminanawestruckmannerasthoughheexectedtofindsomestrangeresencebehindhim。Thenhelookedovertothecornerofthefirelace—andwithaloudcryheletthelamfallfromhishand。
There,intheJudgesarm-chair,withtheroehangingbehind,sattheratwiththeJudgesbalefuleyes,nowintensifiedandwithafiendishleer。Saveforthehowlingofthestormwithouttherewassilence。
ThefallenlamrecalledMalcolmsontohimself。Fortunatelyitwasofmetal,andsotheoilwasnotsilt。However,theracticalneedofattendingtoitsettledatoncehisnervousarehension。Whenhehadturneditout,hewiedhisbrowandthoughtforamoment。
"Thiswillnotdo,
"hesaidtohimself。
"IfIgoonlikethisIshallbecomeacrazyfool。Thismuststo!IromisedthedoctorIwouldnottaketea。Faith,hewasrettyright!Mynervesmusthavebeengettingintoaqueerstate。FunnyIdidnotnoticeit。Ineverfeltbetterinmylife。However,itisallrightnow,andIshallnotbesuchafoolagain。
"
Thenhemixedhimselfagoodstiffglassofbrandyandwaterandresolutelysatdowntohiswork。
Itwasnearlyanhourwhenhelookedufromhisbook,disturbedbythesuddenstillness。Without,thewindhowledandroaredlouderthanever,andtheraindroveinsheetsagainstthewindows,beatinglikehailontheglass;butwithintherewasnosoundwhateversavetheechoofthewindasitroaredinthegreatchimney,andnowandthenahissasafewraindrosfoundtheirwaydownthechimneyinalullofthestorm。Thefirehadfallenlowandhadceasedtoflame,thoughitthrewoutaredglow。Malcolmsonlistenedattentively,andresentlyheardathin,squeakingnoise,veryfaint。Itcamefromthecorneroftheroomwheretheroehungdown,andhethoughtitwasthecreakingoftheroeonthefloorastheswayingofthebellraisedandloweredit。Lookingu,however,hesawinthedimlightthegreatratclingingtotheroeandgnawingit。Theroewasalreadynearlygnawedthrough—hecouldseethelightercolourwherethestrandswerelaidbare。Ashelookedthejobwascomleted,andtheseveredendoftheroefellclatteringontheoakenfloor,whilstforaninstantthegreatratremainedlikeaknobortasselattheendoftheroe,whichnowbegantoswaytoandfro。Malcolmsonfeltforamomentanotherangofterrorashethoughtthatnowtheossibilityofcallingtheouterworldtohisassistancewascutoff,butanintenseangertookitslace,andseizingthebookhewasreadinghehurleditattherat。Theblowwaswellaimed,butbeforethemissilecouldreachhimtheratdroedoffandstruckthefloorwithasoftthud。Malcolmsoninstantlyrushedovertowardshim,butitdartedawayanddisaearedinthedarknessoftheshadowsoftheroom。Malcolmsonfeltthathisworkwasoverforthenight,anddeterminedthenandtheretovarythemonotonyoftheroceedingsbyahuntfortherat,andtookoffthegreenshadeofthelamsoastoinsureawidersreadinglight。Ashedidsothegloomoftheuerartoftheroomwasrelieved,andinthenewfloodoflight,greatbycomarisonwiththereviousdarkness,theicturesonthewallstoodoutboldly。Fromwherehestood,Malcolmsonsawrightoositetohimthethirdictureonthewallfromtherightofthefirelace。Herubbedhiseyesinsurrise,andthenagreatfearbegantocomeuonhim。
Inthecentreoftheicturewasagreatirregularatchofbrowncanvas,asfreshaswhenitwasstretchedontheframe。Thebackgroundwasasbefore,withchairandchimney-cornerandroe,butthefigureoftheJudgehaddisaeared。
Malcolmson,almostinachillofhorror,turnedslowlyround,andthenhebegantoshakeandtremblelikeamaninaalsy。Hisstrengthseemedtohavelefthim,andhewasincaableofactionormovement,hardlyevenofthought。Hecouldonlyseeandhear。