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1、【英文小说】The Abandoned RoomCHAPTER I KATHERINE HEARS THE SLY STEP OF DEATH AT THE CEDARSThe night of his grandfathers mysterious death at the Cedars, Bobby Blackburn was, at least until midnight, in New York. He was held there by the unhealthy habits and companionships which recently had angered his gr

2、andfather to the point of threatening a disciplinary change in his will. As a consequence he drifted into that strange adventure which later was to surround him with dark shadows and overwhelming doubts.Before following Bobby through his black experience, however, it is better to know what happened

3、at the Cedars where his cousin, Katherine Perrine was, except for the servants, alone with old Silas Blackburn who seemed apprehensive of some sly approach of disaster.At twenty Katherine was too young, too light-hearted for this care of her uncle in which she had persisted as an antidote for Bobbys

4、 shortcomings. She was never in harmony with the mouldy house or its surroundings, bleak, deserted, unfriendly to content.Bobby and she had frequently urged the old man to give it up, to move, as it were, into the light. He had always answered angrily that his ancestors had lived there since before

5、the Revolution, and that what had been good enough for them was good enough for him. So that night Katherine had to hear alone the sly stalking of death in the house. She told it all to Bobby the next daywhat happened, her emotions, the impression made on her by the people who came when it was too l

6、ate to save Silas Blackburn.She said, then, that the old man had behaved oddly for several days, as if he were afraid. That night he ate practically no dinner. He couldnt keep still. He wandered from room to room, his tired eyes apparently seeking. Several times she spoke to him.What is the matter,

7、Uncle? What worries you?He grumbled unintelligibly or failed to answer at all.She went into the library and tried to read, but the late fall wind swirled mournfully about the house and beat down the chimney, causing the fire to cast disturbing shadows across the walls. Her loneliness, and her nervou

8、sness, grew sharper. The restless, shuffling footsteps stimulated her imagination. Perhaps a mental breakdown was responsible for this alteration. She was tempted to ring for Jenkins, the butler, to share her vigil; or for one of the two women servants, now far at the back of the house.And Bobby, sh

9、e said to herself, or somebody will have to come out here to-morrow to help.But Silas Blackburn shuffled in just then, and she was a trifle ashamed as she studied him standing with his back to the fire, glaring around the room, fumbling with hands that shook in his pocket for his pipe and some loose

10、 tobacco. It was unjust to be afraid of him. There was no question. The man himself was afraidterribly afraid.His fingers trembled so much that he had difficulty lighting his pipe. His heavy brows, gray like his beard, contracted in a frown. His voice quavered unexpectedly. He spoke of his grandson:

11、Bobby! Damned waster! God knows what hell do next.Hes young, Uncle Silas, and too popular.He brushed aside her customary defence. As he continued speaking she noticed that always his voice shook as his fingers shook, as his stooped shoulders jerked spasmodically.I ordered Mr. Robert here to-night. N

12、ot a word from him. Id made up my mind anyway. My lawyers coming in the morning. My money goes to the Bedford Foundationall except a little annuity for you, Katy. Its hard on you, but Ive got no faith left in my flesh and blood.His voice choked with a sentiment a little repulsive in view of his ruth

13、less nature, his unbending egotism.Its sad, Katy, to grow old with nobody caring for you except to covet your money.She arose and went close to him. He drew back, startled.Youre not fair, Uncle.With an unexpected movement, nearly savage, he pushed her aside and started for the door.Uncle! she cried.

14、 Tell me! You must tell me! What makes you afraid?He turned at the door. He didnt answer. She laughed feverishly.Itits not Bobby youre afraid of?You and Bobby, he grumbled, are thicker than thieves.She shook her head.Bobby and I, she said wistfully, arent very good friends, largely because of this l

15、ife hes leading.He went on out of the room, mumbling again incoherently.She resumed her vigil, unable to read because of her misgivings, staring at the fire, starting at a harsher gust of wind or any unaccustomed sound. And for a long time there beat against her brain the shuffling, searching tread

16、of her uncle. Its cessation about eleven oclock increased her uneasiness. He had been so afraid! Suppose already the thing he had feared had overtaken him? She listened intently. Even then she seemed to sense the soundless footsteps of disaster straying in the decayed house, and searching, too.A mor

17、bid desire to satisfy herself that her uncles silence meant nothing evil drove her upstairs. She stood in the square main hall at the head of the stairs, listening. Her uncles bedroom door lay straight ahead. To her right and left narrow corridors led to the wings. Her room and Bobbys and a spare ro

18、om were in the right-hand wing. The opposite corridor was seldom used, for the left-hand wing was the oldest portion of the house, and in the march of years too many legends had gathered about it. The large bedroom was there with its private hall beyond, and a narrow, enclosed staircase, descending

19、to the library. Originally it had been the custom for the head of the family to use that room. Its ancient furniture still faded within stained walls. For many years no one had slept in it, because it had sheltered too much suffering, because it had witnessed the reluctant spiritual departure of too

20、 many Blackburns.Katherine shrank a little from the black entrance of the corridor, but her anxiety centred on the door ahead. She was about to call when a stirring beyond it momentarily reassured her.The door opened and her uncle stepped out. He wore an untidy dressing-gown. His hair was disordered

21、. His face appeared grayer and more haggard than it had downstairs. A lighted candle shook in his right hand.What are you doing up here, Katy? he quavered.She broke down before the picture of his increased fear. He shuffled closer.What you crying for, Katy?She controlled herself. She begged him for

22、an answer to her doubts.You make me afraid.He laughed scornfully.You! What you got to be afraid of?Im afraid because you are, she urged. Youve got to tell me. Im all alone. I cant stand it. What are you afraid of?He didnt answer. He shuffled on toward the disused wing. Her hand tightened on the bani

23、ster.Where are you going? she whispered.He turned at the entrance to the corridor.I am going to the old bedroom.Why? Why? she asked hysterically. You cant sleep there. The bed isnt even made.He lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper:Dont you mention Ive gone there. If you want to know, I am afraid. I

24、m afraid to sleep in my own room any longer.She nodded.And you dont think theyd look for you there. What is it? Tell me what it is. Why dont you send for some onea man?Leave me alone, he mumbled. Nothing for you to be worried about, except Bobby.Yes, there is, she cried. Yes, there is.He paid no att

25、ention to her fright. He entered the corridor. She heard him shuffling between its narrow walls. She saw his candle disappear in its gloomy reaches.She ran to her own room and locked the door. She hurried to the window and leaned out, her body shaking, her teeth chattering as if from a sudden chill.

26、 The quiet, assured tread of disaster came nearer.The two wings, stretching at right angles from the main building, formed a narrow court. Clouds harrying the moon failed quite to destroy its power, so that she could see, across the court, the facade of the old wing and the two windows of the large

27、room through whose curtains a spectral glow was diffused. She heard one of the windows opened with a grating noise. The court was a sounding board. It carried to her even the shuffling of the old mans feet as he must have approached the bed. The glow of his candle vanished. She heard a rustling as i

28、f he had stretched himself on the bed, a sound like a long-drawn sigh.She tried to tell herself there was no dangerthat these peculiar actions sprang from the old mans fancybut the house, her surroundings, her loneliness, contradicted her. To her over-acute senses the thought of Blackburn in that ro

29、om, so often consecrated to the formula of death, suggested a special and unaccountable menace. Under such a strain the supernatural assumed vague and singular shapes.She slept for only a little while. Then she lay awake, listening with a growing expectancy for some message to slip across the court.

30、 The moon had ceased struggling. The wind cried. The baying of a dog echoed mournfully from a great distance. It was like a remote alarm bell which vibrates too perfectly, whose resonance is too prolonged.She sat upright. She sprang from the bed and, her heart beating insufferably, felt her way to t

31、he window. From the wing opposite the message had comea soft, shrouded sound, another long-drawn sigh.She tried to call across the court. At first no response came from her tight throat. When it did at last, her voice was unfamiliar in her own ears, the voice of one who has to know a thing but shrin

32、ks from asking.Uncle!The wind mocked her.It is nothing, she told herself, nothing.But her vigil had been too long, her loneliness too complete. Her earlier impression of the presence of death in the decaying house tightened its hold. She had to assure herself that Silas Blackburn slept untroubled. T

33、he thing she had heard was peculiar, and he hadnt answered across the court. The dark, empty corridors at first were an impassable barrier, but while she put on her slippers and her dressing-gown she strengthened her courage. There was a bell rope in the upper hall. She might get Jenkins.When she st

34、ood in the main hall she hesitated. It would probably be a long time, provided he heard at all, before Jenkins could answer her. Her candle outlined the entrance to the musty corridor. Just a few running steps down there, a quick rap at the door, and, perhaps, in an instant her uncles voice, and the

35、 blessed power to return to her room and sleep!While her fear grew she called on her pride to let her accomplish that brief, abhorrent journey.Then for the first time a different doubt came to her. As she waited alone in this disturbing nocturnal intimacy of an old house, she shrank from no thought

36、of human intrusion, and she wondered if her uncle had been afraid of that, too, of the sort of thing that might lurk in the ancient wing with its recollections of birth and suffering and death. But he had gone there as an escape. Surely he had been afraid of men. It shamed her that, in spite of that

37、, her fear defined itself ever more clearly as something indefinable. With a passionate determination to strangle such thoughts she held her breath. She tried to close her mind. She entered the corridor. She ran its length. She knocked at the locked door of the old bedroom. She shrank as the echoes

38、rattled from the dingy walls where her candle cast strange reflections. There was no other answer. A sense of an intolerable companionship made her want to cry out for brilliant light, for help. She screamed.Uncle Silas! Uncle Silas!Through the silence that crushed her voice she became aware finally

39、 of the accomplishment of its mission by death in this house. And she fled into the main hall. She jerked at the bell rope. The contact steadied her, stimulated her to reason. One slender hope remained. The oppressive bedroom might have driven Silas Blackburn through the private hall and down the en

40、closed staircase. Perhaps he slept on the lounge in the library.She stumbled down, hoping to meet Jenkins. She crossed the hall and the dining room and entered the library. She bent over the lounge. It was empty. Her candle was reflected in the face of the clock on the mantel. Its hands pointed to h

41、alf-past two.She pulled at the bell cord by the fireplace. Why didnt the butler come? Alone she couldnt climb the enclosed staircase to try the other door. It seemed impossible to her that she should wait another instant aloneThe butler, as old and as gray as Silas Blackburn, faltered in. He started

42、 back when he saw her.My God, Miss Katherine! Whats the matter? You look like death.Theres death, she said.She indicated the door of the enclosed staircase. She led the way with the candle. The panelled, narrow hall was empty. That door, too, was locked and the key, she knew, must be on the inside.W

43、howho is it? Jenkins asked. Who would be in that room? Has Mr.Bobby come back?She descended to the library before answering. She put the candle down and spread her hands.Its happened, Jenkinswhatever he feared.Not Mr. Silas?We have to break in, she said with a shiver. Get a hammer, a chisel, whateve

44、r is necessary.But if theres anything wrong, the butler objected, if anybodys been there, the other door must be open.She shook her head. Those two first of all faced that extraordinary puzzle. How had the murderer entered and left the room with both doors locked on the inside, with the windows too

45、high for use? They went to the upper story. She urged the butler into the sombre corridor.We have to know, she whispered, whats happened beyond those locked doors.She still vibrated to the feeling of unconformable forces in the old house. Jenkins, she saw, responded to the same superstitious misgivi

46、ngs. He inserted the chisel with maladroit hands. He forced the lock back and opened the door. Dust arose from the long-disused room, flecking the yellow candle flame. They hesitated on the threshold. They forced themselves to enter. Then they looked at each other and smiled with relief, for Silas B

47、lackburn, in his dressing-gown, lay on the bed, his placid, unmarked face upturned, as if sleeping.Why, miss, Jenkins gasped. Hes all right.Almost with confidence Katherine walked to the bed.Uncle Silas she began, and touched his hand.She drew back until the wall supported her. Jenkins must have rea

48、d everything in her face, for he whimpered:But he looks all right. He cant beColdalready! If I hadnt touchedThe horror of the thing descended upon her, stifling thought. Automatically she left the room and told Jenkins what to do. After he had telephoned police headquarters in the county seat and had summoned Doctor Groom, a country physician, she sat without words, hu