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farther and farther off, whilst the trees ceased to bend in the strange frigid gust from the water.The thunder sank to a sort of dull mumbling chuckle and finally died away.Stars came out, and the stamp of triumph on Charles Ward’s face crystallised into a very singular expression.

      For two months or more after this incident Ward was less confined than usual to his laboratory.He exhibited a curious interest in the weather, and made odd inquiries about the date of the spring thawing of the ground.One night late in March he left the house after midnight, and did not return till almost morning; when his mother, being wakeful, heard a rumbling motor draw up to the carriage entrance.Muffled oaths could be distinguished, and Mrs.Ward, rising and going to the window, saw four dark figures removing a long, heavy box from a truck at Charles’s direction and carrying it within by the side door.She heard laboured breathing and ponderous footfalls on the stairs, and finally a dull thumping in the attic; after which the footfalls descended again, and the four men reappeared outside and drove off in their truck.

      The next day Charles resumed his strict attic seclusion, drawing down the dark shades of his laboratory windows and appearing to be working on some metal substance.He would open the door to no one, and steadfastly refused all proffered food.About noon a wrenching sound followed by a terrible cry and a fall were heard, but when Mrs.Ward rapped at the door her son at length answered faintly, and told her that nothing had gone amiss.The hideous and indescribable stench now welling out was absolutely harmless and unfortunately necessary.Solitude was the one prime essential, and he would appear later for dinner.That afternoon, after the conclusion of some odd hissing sounds which came from behind the locked portal, he did finally appear; wearing an extremely haggard aspect and forbidding anyone to enter the laboratory upon any pretext.This, indeed, proved the beginning of a new policy of secrecy; for never afterward was any other person permitted to visit either the mysterious garret workroom or the adjacent storeroom which he cleaned out, furnished roughly, and added to his inviolably private domain as a sleeping apartment.Here he lived, with books brought up from his library beneath, till the time he purchased the Pawtuxet bungalow and moved to it all his scientific effects.

      In the evening Charles secured the paper before the rest of the family and damaged part of it through an apparent accident.Later on Dr.Willett, having fixed the date from statements by various members of the household, looked up an intact copy at the Journal office and found that in the destroyed section the following small item had occurred:

      Nocturnal Diggers Surprised in

      North Burial Ground

      Robert Hart, night watchman at the North Burial Ground, this morning discovered a party of several men with a motor truck in the oldest part of the cemetery, but apparently frightened them off before they had accomplished whatever their object may have been.

      The discovery took place at about four o’clock, when Hart’s attention was attracted by the sound of a motor outside his shelter.Investigating, he saw a large truck on the main drive several rods away; but could not reach it before the sound of his feet on the gravel had revealed his approach.The men hastily placed a large box in the truck and drove away toward the street before they could be overtaken; and since no known grave was disturbed, Hart believes that this box was an object which they wished to bury.

      The diggers must have been at work for a long while before detection, for Hart found an enormous hole dug at a considerable distance back from the roadway in the lot of Amasa Field, where most of the old stones have long ago disappeared.The hole, a place as large and deep as a grave, was empty; and did not coincide with any interment mentioned in the cemetery records.

      Sergt.Riley of the Second Station viewed the spot and gave the opinion that the hole was dug by bootleggers rather gruesomely and ingeniously seeking a safe cache for liquor in a place not likely to be disturbed.In reply to questions Hart said he thought the escaping truck had headed up Rochambeau Avenue, though he could not be sure.

      During the next few days Ward was seldom seen by his family.Having added sleeping quarters to his attic realm, he kept closely to himself there, ordering food brought to the door and not taking it in until after the servant had gone away.The droning of monotonous formulae and the chanting of bizarre rhythms recurred at intervals, while at other times occasional listeners could detect the sound of tinkling glass, hissing chemicals, running water, or roaring gas flames.Odours of the most unplaceable quality, wholly unlike any before noted, hung at times around the door; and the air of tension observable in the young recluse whenever he did venture briefly forth was such as to excite the keenest speculation.Once he made a hasty trip to the Athenaeum for a book he required, and again he hired a messenger to fetch him a highly obscure volume from Boston.Suspense was written portentously over the whole situation, and both the family and Dr.Willett confessed themselves wholly at a loss what to do or think about it.

      6.

      Then on the fifteenth of April a strange development occurred.While nothing appeared to grow different in kind, there was certainly a very terrible difference in degree; and Dr.Willett somehow attaches great significance to the change.The day was Good Friday, a circumstance of which the servants made much, but which others quite naturally dismiss as an irrelevant coincidence.Late in the afternoon young Ward began repeating a certain formula in a singularly loud voice, at the same time burning some substance so pungent that its fumes escaped over the entire house.The formula was so plainly audible in the hall outside the locked door that Mrs.Ward could not help memorising it as she waited and listened anxiously, and later on she was able to write it down at Dr.Willett’s request.It ran as follows, and experts have told Dr.Willett that its very close analogue can be found in the mystic writings of “Eliphas Levi”, that cryptic soul who crept through a crack in the forbidden door and glimpsed the frightful vistas of the void beyond:

      “Per Adonai Eloim, Adonai Jehova,

      Adonai Sabaoth, Metraton On Agla Mathon,

      verbum pythonicum, mysterium salamandrae,

      conventus sylvorum, antra gnomorum,

      daemonia Coeli Gad, Almousin, Gibor, Jehosua,

      Evam, Zariatnatmik, veni, veni, veni.”

      This had been going on for two hours without change or intermission when over all the neighbourhood a pandaemoniac howling of dogs set in.The extent of this howling can be judged from the space it received in the papers the next day, but to those in the Ward household it was overshadowed by the odour which instantly followed it; a hideous, all-pervasive odour which none of them had ever smelt before or have ever smelt since.In the midst of this mephitic flood there came a very perceptible flash like that of lightning, which would have been blinding and impressive but for the daylight around; and then was heard the voice that no listener can ever forget because of its thunderous remoteness, its incredible depth, and its eldritch dissimilarity to Charles Ward’s voice.It shook the house, and was clearly heard by at least two neighbours above the howling of the dogs.Mrs.Ward, who had been listening in despair outside her son’s locked laboratory, shivered as she recognised its hellish import; for Charles had told her of its evil fame in dark books, and of the manner in which it had thundered, according to the Fenner letters, above the doomed Pawtuxet farmhouse on the night of Joseph Curwen’s annihilation.There was no mistaking that nightmare phrase, for Charles had described it too vividly in the old days when he had talked frankly of his Curwen investigations.And yet it was only this fragment of an archaic and forgotten language: “DIES MIES JESCHET BOENE DOESEF DOUVEMA ENITEMAUS”.

      Close upon this thundering there came a momentary darkening of the daylight, though sunset was still an hour distant, and then a puff of added odour different from the first but equally unknown and intolerable.Charles was chanting again now and his mother could hear syllables that sounded like “Yi-nash-Yog-Sothoth-he-lgeb-fi-throdog”—ending in a “Yah!” whose maniacal force mounted in an ear-splitting crescendo.A second later all previous memories were effaced by the wailing scream which burst out with frantic explosiveness and gradually changed form to a paroxysm of diabolic and hysterical laughter.Mrs.Ward, with the mingled fear and blind courage of maternity, advanced and knocked affrightedly at the concealing panels, but obtained no sign of recognition.She knocked again, but paused

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