Marion and the doctor roamed the upper floor, watching developments
from the windows; when the first rush came, they were to fire down on
the enemies' heads. Geoff was ensconced behind an overturned table at
the head of the great staircase, so he could at least hear everything
that occurred. Alec, Johnson, the Colonel and I were the ground floor
garrison; we bolted off the east and west wings entirely, barricading
the doors thereto with piles of lumber from the cellars so that if the
aliens broke into those sections of the castle, it would avail them
little. We had already carried a dozen armloads of bottles up to our
quarters from the bins below us, and there seemed little we could do
now but wait, there in that echoing empty hall, until our foe took the
initiative. This happened about eleven o'clock that morning.
We heard Marion's warning cry, and instantly sprang to our feet (we
had each been sitting below a window, trying to relax) and looked
out. I was at the front of the house with Alec. I saw some fifteen
or eighteen of the monstrous beast-folk come lumbering across the
open spaces between the house and the drive. I smashed a pane of
glass in the mullioned window with my elephant gun and let fly at
the foremost surper. He caught the charge right in the belly, and
went heels-over-head backward to lie in a tangle of dark limbs and
body, above which the mortally wounded alien grew pale and flickered
and went out with a sputter. I let off the second barrel at another
and reloaded hastily, thanking the powers that I'd taken this great
shoulder-punishing gun rather than one of the lighter and less
effective rifles; its load would stop a man even if the wound was not
mortal, and I with my double vision was handicapped above my friends.
It was often difficult for me to locate the vital points in a running
puppet, when the body about him was distending and wavering through
half-a-dozen horrible shapes.
I stopped another pair of them in as many seconds, then drew my
two revolvers and began to fire first one and then the other,
ambidextrously, like Wild Bill Hickock in the films. I don't know how
many shots I wasted, but it was a bloody barrage.
* * * * *
That first charge lasted no more than three minutes, I should judge.
They were taken quite by surprise, and comparing notes after, we
discovered that they had not even bothered to have their own guns drawn
when they began their attack. They must have pictured us crouching in
terror, with bottles and chair legs for weapons.
Marion came to the head of the stairs and called to us. We assured her
of our safety; Geoff was growling to himself over not being able to
take a hand in the sport. Then the second wave came at us.
This time they were more cautious, and had automatics and target
pistols in their hands. We took toll of them with our rifles and then
with our handguns; when they withdrew again, they left at least a score
of dead and dying husks on the ground around our fortress.
Just to show them that we were the seers they thought us, and also
to decimate the ranks of the ungodly, I picked off all those wounded
robots whose tenants were vacating, dashing back and forth from window
to window to give the effect of half a dozen sharpshooters. I think
that gave them pause, for nothing else happened until well into the
afternoon.
Alec had a grazed cheek from which the blood was seeping, and Johnson
had been cut on the shoulder by flying glass, but otherwise we were
still intact.
"What do they look like?" I asked Alec, as we stood together watching
the deserted drive. "I can't tell much from those crumpled corpses, and
you know they're so many dim shadows in misshapen sheaths of unearthly
coloring to me when they're alive."
"Oh, they're--normal. People you'd see anywhere, and never notice
'em. Small business men, maybe, or out-of-work clerks. Nondescript.
Certainly they're not seasoned fighters."
"It's occurred to me that a lot of _them_ must have got out of joining
in the late world fracas, one way or another; through their bigwigs,
you know. I doubt they'd care to go marching off to war in one of our
little two-bit three-dimensional fracases, and I'll bet their ranks
were full of shirkers and slackers and dodgers and pseudo-conchies. So
maybe they have no experienced fighters!"
"Those out there aren't," agreed Alec. "What duffers they looked,
trotting up to our guns!"
* * * * *
There was one more attack, about four o'clock. This was a more
carefully planned affair, and by utilizing all the cover they could,
and coming in from all directions, they managed to get right up to the
windows. When they did we retreated to the center of the hall, the
windows framed them into perfect targets, and after losing a dozen or
more they retreated in their turn, for the last time that day.
At dusk we deserted the ground floor and, barricading the stairs as
effectively as we could, took up our posts on the upper floor. Sentry
duty was apportioned, and after a good meal and an hour of desultory
talking we lay down to sleep as much of the night through as the
usurpers would allow.
My watch was from three to four-thirty. I was prowling around the
halls, peering into each room as I passed, when above the night noises
and the snoring of the Colonel I thought I heard an ominous creaking.
On tiptoe I went down the hall, past the stairwell that went down into
sinister blackness, and fetched up some yards thereafter before a
gaping square hole in the wall of the passageway. What the devil...! I
turned the beam of my electric torch into it. It was another staircase,
narrow and steep, which I had not known existed. Without hesitation I
started down its creaky old treads. The air was musty and smelled of
a thousand generations of mice. More through my skin than my ears I
got the impression that someone was descending these secret stairs in
advance of me.
I drew out one of my guns, with a childlike thrilling of my pulse, and
muffling the torch's light with the fingers of my left hand so that
only a thin streak or two of brightness preceded my searching feet, I
went down.
The square door at the bottom was standing wide. Slipping through it,
with the torch now dark, I stood still and listened.
* * * * *
The moon's rays patterned the cold floor under the windows, and
across one of them I thought I saw a shadow glide. I swiveled my head
quickly. Perhaps I had been mistaken. There was nothing there. The end
of the room in which was cradled the massive black fireplace lay in
impenetrable gloom. Watching this, I felt the skin of my neck creep and
the hair bristle....
_Something_ had moved in that murk, I could swear it. Something bigger
and more ponderous than a body. I could not pin down the exact analogy
I groped for: it was as if ... as if the wall had suddenly advanced
toward me, and then sunk back again. I husked through a dry throat.
This would not do. Despite the usurpers without, I had to risk a light.
I shot the beam of the torch across the wall from corner to corner.
Nothing moved. I went to the cold fireplace--feeling the eyes of a
multitude of ghosts upon me as I moved--and ran the flash over it.
I even knelt and peered up the gut of the chimney. Nothing. I found
myself shuddering. One more sweep of the torch around the vault of the
hall, and then I ran (I admit it freely) for the secret door. Pulling
it to behind me, I raced up the narrow steps and with pounding heart
slammed the upper one also. I saw then that it was a swinging panel,
that looked much like any one of the other panels in the hall. This
secret must be a relic of the bad old days, when Exeter Castle was
young and the nobility was riddled with treachery, intrigue, and evil.
After two minutes of cogitation, I went and aroused Colonel Bedford. He
listened to my tale in silence. Then, "This might be serious," he said.
"Let's wake the others."
We did, and in the short time before the early dawn of summer gilded
the east windows, we combed that castle from roof to cellars; but the
incredible fact which we had uncovered remained, not to be dispelled or
explained by any means in our power.
Geoff Exeter, our poor gallant blind Geoff, had disappeared....