Peter Tremayne - An Ensuing Evil and Others
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“’Professor James Moriarty,’ I muttered savagely. Phillimore’s news of Agnes’s intentions had shattered all my illusions.
“ ‘Do you know him?’ Phillimore asked, observing my displeasure. ‘He’s all right, isn’t he? I mean… he’s not a bounder, eh?’
“ ‘I have seen him once only and that from a distance in the Kildare Street Club,’ I confessed. I had nothing against Moriarty at that time. ‘My brother Mycroft pointed him out to me. I did not meet him. Yet I have heard of his reputation. His Dynamics of an Asteroid ascended to such rarefied heights of pure mathematics that no man in the scientific press was capable of criticizing it.’
“Phillimore chuckled.
“ ‘That is beyond me. Thank God I am merely a student of theology. But it sounds as though you are an admirer.’
“ T admire intellect, Phillimore,’ I replied simply. Moriarty, as I recalled, must have been all of ten years older than Agnes. What is ten years at our age? But to me, a callow youth, I felt the age difference that existed between Agnes and James Moriarty was obscene. I explain this simply because my attitude has a bearing on my future disposition.
“’So come down with me to Tullyfane Abbey,’ pressed Phillimore, oblivious to the emotional turmoil that he had created in me.
“I was about to coldly decline the invitation when Phillimore, observing my negative expression, was suddenly very serious. He leaned closed to me and said softly: ‘You see, Holmes, old fellow, we are having increasing problems with the family ghost, and as I recall, you have a canny way of solving bizarre problems.’
“I knew enough of his character to realize that jesting was beyond his capacity.
“ ‘The family ghost?’
“ ‘A damned infernal specter that is driving my father quite out of his wits. Not to mention Agnes…
“ ‘Your father and sister are afraid of a specter?’
“ ‘Agnes is scared at the deterioration in my father’s demeanor. Seriously, Holmes, I really don’t know what to do. My sister’s letters speak of such a bizarre set of circumstances that I am inclined to think that she is hallucinating or that my father has been driven mad already’
“My inclination was to avoid opening old wounds now by meeting Agnes again. I could spend the rest of my vacation in Marsh’s Library, where they have an excellent collection of medieval cryptogram manuscripts. I hesitated-hesitated and was lost. I had to admit that I was intrigued to hear more of the matter in spite of my emotional distress, for any mystery sends the adrenaline coursing in my body.
“The very next morning I accompanied Jack Phillimore to Kingsbridge Railway Station and boarded the train to Killarney. En route he explained some of the problems.
“Tullyfane Abbey was supposed to be cursed. It was situated on the extremity of the Iveragh Peninsula in a wild and deserted spot. Tullyfane Abbey was, of course, never an abbey. It was a dignified Georgian country house. The AngloIrish gentry in the eighteenth century had a taste for the grandiose and called their houses abbeys or castles even when they were unassuming dwellings inhabited only by families of modest fortune.
“Phillimore told me that the firstborn of every generation of the lords of Tullyfane were to meet with terrible deaths on the attainment of their fiftieth birthdays even down to the seventh generation. It seems that first lord of Tullyfane had hanged a young boy for sheep stealing. The boy turned out to be innocent, and his mother, a widow who had doted on the lad as insurance for comfort in her old age, had duly uttered the curse. Whereupon, each lord of Tullyfane, for the last six generations, had met an untimely end.
“Phillimore assured me that the first lord of Tullyfane had not even been a direct ancestor of his, but that his greatgrandfather had purchased Tullyfane Abbey when the owner, concerned at the imminent prospect of departing this life on his fiftieth birthday, decided to sell and depart for healthier climes in England. This sleight of hand of ownership had not prevented Jack’s greatgrandfather, General Phillimore, from falling off his horse and breaking his neck on his fiftieth birthday. Jack’s grandfather, a redoubtable judge, was shot on his fiftieth birthday. The local inspector of the Royal Irish Constabulary had assumed that his untimely demise could be ascribed more to his profession than to the paranormal. Judges and policemen often experienced sudden terminations to their careers in a country where they were considered part of the colonial occupation by ordinary folk.
“ ‘I presume your father, Colonel James Phillimore, is now approaching his fiftieth birthday and hence his alarm?’ I asked Phillimore as the train rolled through the Tipperary countryside toward the Kerry border.
“Phillimore nodded slowly.
“’My sister has, in her letters, written that she has heard the specter crying at night. She reports that my father has even witnessed the apparition, the form of a young boy, crying on the turret of the abbey.’
“I raised my eyebrows unintentionally.
“ ‘Seen as well as heard?’ I demanded. ‘And by two witnesses? Well, I can assure you that there is nothing in this world that exists unless it is due to some scientifically explainable reason.’
“’Nothing in this world,’ muttered Phillimore. ‘But what of the next?’
“ ‘If your family believes in this curse, why remain at Tullyfane?’ I demanded. ‘Would it not be better to quit the house and estate if you are so sure that the curse is potent?’
“ ‘My father is stubborn, Holmes. He will not quit the place, for he has sunk every penny he has into it apart from our town house in Dublin. If it were me, I would sell it to Moriarty and leave the accursed spot.’
“ ‘Sell it to Moriarty? Why him, particularly?’
“ ‘He offered to buy Father out in order to help resolve the situation.’
“ ‘Rather magnanimous of him,’ I observed. ‘Presumably he has no fear of the curse?’
“ ‘He reckons that the curse would only be directed at AngloIrish families like us, while he, being a pure Milesian, a Gael of the Gaels, so to speak, would be immune to the curse.’
“Colonel Phillimore had sent a caleche to Killarney Station to bring Phillimore and me to Tullyfane Abbey. The old colonel was clearly not in the best of spirits when he greeted us in the library. I noticed his hand shook a little as he raised it to greet me.
“ ‘Friend of Jack’s, eh? Yes, I remember you. One of the Galway Holmeses. Mycroft Holmes is your brother? Works for Lord Hartington, eh? Chief Secretary, eh?’
“He had an irritating manner of putting eh after each telegraphic phrase as a punctuation.
“It was then that Agnes Phillimore came in to welcome us. God, Watson, I was young and ardent in those days. Even now, as I look back with a more critical eye and colder blood, I acknowledge that she was rare and wonderful in her beauty. She held out her hand to me with a smile, but I saw at once that it lacked the warmth and friendship that I thought it had once held for me alone. Her speech was reserved, and she greeted me as a distant friend. Perhaps she had grown into a woman while I held to her image with boyish passion? It was impossible for me to acknowledge this at that time, but the passion was all on my side. Ah, immature youth, what else is there to say?
“We dined in somber mode that evening. Somber for me because I was wrestling with life’s cruel realities; somber for the Phillimores because of the curse that hung over the house. We were just finishing the dessert when Agnes suddenly froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. Then Colonel Phillimore dropped his spoon with a crash on his plate and gave a piteous moan.
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