第44章法官的房子(6)
"Imeanthis;thatpossibly—nay,moreprobably—weshallhearthegreatalarmbellfromtheJudge'sHousetonight,"aormadeaboutaseffeexitascouldbethoughtof。
WhenMalsonarrivedhomehefoundthatitwasalittleafterhisusualtime,aerhadgoherulesofGreenhow'sCharitywereed。Hewasgladtoseethattheplacewasbrightandtidywithacheerfulfirearimmedlamp。TheeveningwaschthavebeeedinApril,andaheavyingwithsuchrapidlyirengththatthereromisethenight。Forafewmiraheheratsceased;butsosoonastheybecameaedtohispreseheybeganagain。Hewasgladtohearthem,forhefeltohefeelingofpanionshipintheirnoise,andhismindranbacktefactthattheyoomahemselveswhenthatreatratwiththebalefuleyes—these。Thereading—lamponlywaslitanditsgreehedtheupperpartoftheroomihatthecheerfullightfromthehearthspreadihefloorandshinieclothlaidovertheeablewaswarmandcheery。Malsonsatdowntohisdihagoodappetiteandabuoyantspirit。Afterhisdinnerandacigarettehesatsteadilydowntowork,determioletanythingdisturbhim,forherememberedhispromisetothedoadeuphismiofthetimeathisdisposal。
Foranhourorsoheworkedallright,ahoughtsbegantowanderfromhisbooks。Theactual,thehisphysition,andhisnervoussusceptibilitywerenottobedehistimethewindhadbeeagale,andthegaleastorm。Theoldhouse,solidthoughitwas,seemedtoshaketoitsfoundations,aormroaredahroughitsmasqueeroldgables,produge,uhlysouyroomsandcorridors。Evealarmbellontheroofmusthavefelttheforceofthewind,fortheroperosealy,asthoughthebellweremovedalittlefromtimetotime,andthelimberropefellontheoakfloorwithahardandhollowsound。
AsMalsohebethoughthimselfofthedoctor'swords,"ItistheropewhigmahevictimsoftheJudge'sjudicour,"aotheerofthefirepladtookitinhishandtolookatit。Thereseemedasortofdeadlyi,aherehelosthimselfforamomeionastowhothesevictimswere,andthegrimwishoftheJudgetohavesuchaghastlyreliderhiseyes。Ashestoodtheretheswayingofthebelloillliftedtheropenoresentlythereewsensation—asortoftremorihoughsomethingwasmovingalongit。
LookingupinstinctivelyMalsoratingsloardshim,glaringathimsteadily。Hedroppedtheropeandstartedbackwithamuttereddtheratturningranuptheropeagainanddisappeared,andatthesameinstantMalesciousthattheherats,whichhadceasedforawhile,beganagain。
Allthissethimthinking,anditothathehadedthelairoftheratorlookedatthepictures,ashehaditheotherlampwithouttheshade,and,holdingitupwentandstoodoppositethethirdpithefireplatheright-handsidewherehehadseedisappearonthepreviousnight。
Atthefirstglaedbacksosuddenlythathealmostdroppedthelamp,andadeadlypalloroverspreadhisfaeesshook,andheavydropsofsweathisforehead,arembledlikeahewasyoungandpludpulledhimselftogether,ahepauseofafewsedssteppedfaihelamp,ahepicturewhichhadbeendustedandwashed,andnowstoodoutclearly。
Itwasofajudgedressedinhisrobesofsdermine。Hisfacewasstrongandmerciless,evil,dvihasensualmouth,hookednoseofruddydshapedlikethebeakofabirdofprey。Therestofthefacewasofacadaverouscolour。Theeyeswereofpeculiarbrilliahaterriblymalignantexpression。Ashelookedatthem,Malsongrewcold,forhesawtheretheveryterpartoftheeyesofthegreatrat。Thelampalmostfellfromhishaheratwithitsbalefuleyespeeringhtheholeintheerofthepidhesuddeionoftheheotherrats。However,hepulledhimselftogether,ahhisexaminatioure。
TheJudgewasseatedihigh-backedcarvedoaktheright-handsideofagreatstonefireplacewhere,intheer,aropehungdownfromtheg,itsendlyihefloor。Withafeelihinglikehorror,Malsheseoftheroomasitstood,andgazedaroundhimiruerasthoughheexpeestrangepresendhim。Theotheerofthefirepladwithaloudcryheletthelampfallfromhishand。
&heJudge'sarm-chair,withtheropehatheratwiththeJudge'sbalefuleyes,nowihafiendishleer。Saveforthehowliormwithouttherewassilence。