The Hound of Death. Агата Кристи

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      ‘The past?’

      ‘Yes—there are many strange things in the past. Flashes come back to one—they are seen for a moment—then gone again. Do not seek to see anything in the crystal since that is not allowed you. Just take it in your hands—so. Look into it—look deep. Yes—deeper—deeper still. You remember, do you not? You remember. You hear me speaking to you. You can answer my questions. Can you not hear me?’

      Sister Marie Angelique had taken the crystal as bidden, handling it with a curious reverence. Then, as she gazed into it, her eyes became blank and unseeing, her head drooped. She seemed to sleep.

      Gently the doctor took the crystal from her and put it on the table. He raised the corner of her eyelid. Then he came and sat by me.

      ‘We must wait till she wakes. It won’t be long, I fancy.’

      He was right. At the end of five minutes, Sister Marie Angelique stirred. Her eyes opened dreamily.

      ‘Where am I?’

      ‘You are here—at home. You have had a little sleep. You have dreamt, have you not?’

      She nodded.

      ‘Yes, I have dreamt.’

      ‘You have dreamt of the Crystal?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Tell us about it.’

      ‘You will think me mad, M. le docteur. For see you, in my dream, the Crystal was a holy emblem. I even figured to myself a second Christ, a Teacher of the Crystal who died for his faith, his followers hunted down—persecuted … But the faith endured.

      ‘The faith endured?’

      ‘Yes—for fifteen thousand full moons—I mean, for fifteen thousand years.’

      ‘How long was a full moon?’

      ‘Thirteen ordinary moons. Yes, it was in the fifteen thousandth full moon—of course, I was a Priestess of the Fifth Sign in the House of the Crystal. It was in the first days of the coming of the Sixth Sign …’

      Her brows drew together, a look of fear passed over her face.

      ‘Too soon,’ she murmured. ‘Too soon. A mistake … Ah! yes, I remember! The Sixth Sign!’

      She half sprang to her feet, then dropped back, passing her hand over her face and murmuring:

      ‘But what am I saying? I am raving. These things never happened.’

      ‘Now don’t distress yourself.’

      But she was looking at him in anguished perplexity.

      ‘M. le docteur, I do not understand. Why should I have these dreams—these fancies? I was only sixteen when I entered the religious life. I have never travelled. Yet I dream of cities, of strange people, of strange customs. Why?’ She pressed both hands to her head.

      ‘Have you ever been hypnotized, my sister? Or been in a state of trance?’

      ‘I have never been hypnotized, M. le docteur. For the other, when at prayer in the chapel, my spirit has often been caught up from my body, and I have been as one dead for many hours. It was undoubtedly a blessed state, the Reverend Mother said—a state of grace. Ah! yes,’ she caught her breath. ‘I remember, we too called it a state of grace.’

      ‘I would like to try an experiment, my sister.’ Rose spoke in a matter-of-fact voice. ‘It may dispel those painful half-recollections. I will ask you to gaze once more in the crystal. I will then say a certain word to you. You will answer with another. We will continue in this way until you become tired. Concentrate your thoughts on the crystal, not upon the words.’

      As I once more unwrapped the crystal and gave it into Sister Marie Angelique’s hands, I noticed the reverent way her hands touched it. Reposing on the black velvet, it lay between her slim palms. Her wonderful deep eyes gazed into it. There was a short silence, and then the doctor said: ‘Hound.’

      Immediately Sister Marie Angelique answered ‘Death.’

      I do not propose to give a full account of the experiment. Many unimportant and meaningless words were purposely introduced by the doctor. Other words he repeated several times, sometimes getting the same answer to them, sometimes a different one.

      That evening in the doctor’s little cottage on the cliffs we discussed the result of the experiment.

      He cleared his throat, and drew his note-book closer to him.

      ‘These results are very interesting—very curious. In answer to the words “Sixth Sign,” we get variously Destruction, Purple, Hound, Power, then again Destruction, and finally Power. Later, as you may have noticed, I reversed the method, with the following results. In answer to Destruction, I get Hound; to Purple, Power; to Hound, Death, again, and to Power, Hound. That all holds together, but on a second repetition of Destruction, I get Sea, which appears utterly irrelevant. To the words “Fifth Sign,” I get Blue, Thoughts, Bird, Blue again, and finally the rather suggestive phrase Opening of mind to mind. From the fact that “Fourth Sign” elicits the word Yellow, and later Light, and that “First Sign” is answered by Blood, I deduce that each Sign had a particular colour, and possibly a particular symbol, that of the Fifth Sign being a bird, and that of the Sixth a hound. However, I surmise that the Fifth Sign represented what is familiarly known as telepathy—the opening of mind to mind. The Sixth Sign undoubtedly stands for the Power of Destruction.’

      ‘What is the meaning of Sea?’

      ‘That I confess I cannot explain. I introduced the word later and got the ordinary answer of Boat. To Seventh Sign I got first Life, the second time Love. To Eighth Sign, I got the answer None. I take it therefore that Seven was the sum and number of the signs.’

      ‘But the Seventh was not achieved,’ I said on a sudden inspiration. ‘Since through the Sixth came Destruction!’

      ‘Ah! You think so? But we are taking these—mad ramblings very seriously. They are really only interesting from a medical point of view.’

      ‘Surely they will attract the attention of psychic investigators?’

      The doctor’s eyes narrowed. ‘My dear sir, I have no intention of making them public.’

      ‘Then your interest?’

      ‘Is purely personal. I shall make notes on the case, of course.’

      ‘I see.’ But for the first time I felt, like the blind man, that I didn’t see at all. I rose to my feet.

      ‘Well, I’ll wish you good night, doctor. I’m off to town again tomorrow.’

      ‘Ah!’ I fancied there was satisfaction, relief perhaps, behind the exclamation.

      ‘I wish you good luck with your investigations,’ I continued lightly. ‘Don’t loose СКАЧАТЬ