THE DEVILL HIS RAINBOW
I was taken with a cold grue.
"Is it--murder?" It seemed to me that the still room shook and
echoed to the barely whispered word, that the candles stirred and
flickered as in a wind of passing wings.
"Not in the sense you mean," he replied. "But whatever it may be,
Sophy, this thing has got to be met and faced by us two together. It
concerns you now, as well as me." He stood up as he spoke. "And
now," he asked, "are you strong enough to come with me?"
I gathered the living spirit within me and looked him in his eyes.
"Yes," I said steadily.
"Allah! but here is a woman a man may serve without shame to his
beard!" quoth The Jinnee, wagging his old white head. And with Boris
stretched beside him he resigned himself to wait with the tireless
patience of the East.
If the other passages had been narrow, that which we now entered was
worse. It was so narrow that the wall on each side seemed about to
close in and crush us, like those frightful sliding walls that
became a living coffin for the victims of medieval cruelty. Always
one was confronted by solid brick walls; and to turn back was to
meet others seemingly risen to cut off all escape. For this passage
follows the simple and yet intricate pattern of the Greek key. Thus:
[Illustration: Plan of Passage and Secret Chamber]
I fancied myself doomed to spend a frightful eternity of burrowing
through brick wormholes which led nowhere. I lost all sense of
location, time, and direction. I wasn't even sure of my own identity
any more: things like this couldn't happen to a woman named Smith!
Just when I reached the stage where I was ready to drop down and lie
there unmoving until I died, he turned his head and gave me a
comradely smile of assurance and trust. I plucked up heart of grace
and staggered on. Of a sudden he stopped. The pale circle of the
flash-light moved up, inch by inch, steadied, and stayed on one
spot.
I found myself staring fixedly at the old and familiar enough symbol
of the rayed eye within the triangle. It was not commonplace or
familiar set up there in that secret and awesome place and seen by a
pale light. There was about it a stark and stern solemnity, such as
suggested the winged circle of immortality carved above the
rock-hewn doors of the tombs of Egyptian kings. Higher than a tall
man's head, it was painted on bricks of a lighter hue than the
surrounding ones, and when the light touched it it seemed to leap
out of the dark like a thing alive, a thing that watched with an
unwinking and terrifying intensity.
I remembered Shooba's savage chant of the One Eye that his Snake had
shown him; and the doggerel verse on the frayed paper in Freeman's
diary.
"The Watcher in the Dark!" I stammered; "the Watcher in the Dark!
Why--why, that paper was the Key itself!"
"Exactly. And a very simple key, though it took me a heartbreaking
length of time to turn it. The cipher was easy enough. It falls
apart into the figures three, five, seven, and nine; it was also
the simplest train of reasoning to apply these figures to the column
of dots. Only, I hadn't the remotest idea what the dots themselves
represented. Nor did it occur to me that the tortuous turnings of
any of the passageways of Hynds House might follow the pattern of
the Greek key, until The Author called your attention to the design
over the outside windows. Clever man, The Author!
"I lost the paper in the attic the night you heard me stumble on the
stairs. Fortunately, The Author put it in his coat in the closet and
locked the door on the outside. You can enter any room in the Hynds
House through those closet-walls, Sophy. They're paneled, remember.
I hated to have to go through The Author's pockets like a burglar,
but I had to have the key."
He handed me the flash-light.
"Now for the column of dots, each of which represents a brick," he
said, and began to count, from the first dark brick immediately
under the center of the triangle. At the third brick he paused; I
could see his fingers moving around the white line that, apparently,
held it in place. And that third brick, which looked so solidly
placed, turned as upon a pivot and swung out sideways. Still
counting from top to bottom, he paused at the fifth, the seventh,
and the ninth, and they, too, behaved in the same manner. As the
ninth one turned, that which had seemed a section of solid wall rose
soundlessly from the floor and left in its place an opening, a door,
as it were, some six feet high and about eighteen inches wide.
"It is not brick at all, but painted wood. A really wonderful bit of
work," explained Mr. Jelnik.
I could only stare, owlishly.
"You are wondering where we are?" He answered the unspoken question:
"Above the library, between the outside wall and the chimney-stacks.
You'd have to tear the house down to find it, without the Key." As
he spoke, he was lighting two of the candles Achmet had provided us
with, and although his hand was quite steady, he had become
frightfully pale. I, too, felt myself growing paler, felt again the
cold grue, as if the wind of death had stirred my hair.
"Reach into my breast pocket and you'll find a small vial. Put a
drop of the contents on your handkerchief and hold it against your
mouth for a moment," said Mr. Jelnik, with a sharp glance at me.
I obeyed mechanically. The scent had an indescribably tingling,
spicy odor, and left a cool and grateful sensation in one's parched
and dry throat. My blurred vision cleared, my dull and throbbing
head was relieved.
"An Alexandrine Copt gave me that," he said, watching its effect
with satisfaction. "He told me he had gotten it from a temple
papyrus, and that it was undoubtedly one of the lost perfumes of
Punt, used by the higher priesthood in their mysteries. Once a year
he sends me such a tiny vial as you see. I could hardly have
survived my searchings in this house, without that saving perfume.
Do you feel able to go on?"
"Yes."
"Come, then," and with that he stepped through the opening, and I
after him.
The room was not large--perhaps some nine feet high, some eight feet
wide. The walls were of such exquisitely grooved and polished red
mahogany that the candle-light was reflected in them as in mirrors;
one seemed to be surrounded by twinkling red stars. On each side of
the opening stood a tall and narrow cabinet, somewhat like a
high-boy, and in one corner was a chest with iron clasps and
handles. Over in another corner was a heavy, medium-sized square
table, on which stood a blackened candelabrum and a tarnished
silver-gilt cup. There were two chairs drawn up to this table. On
one of them, fallen forward, was something.
Mr. Jelnik placed the candles in the empty sconces. We two stood
looking down, he with pity, I with a mounting, sick horror, at the
thing before us--the poor, huddled thing that had lain there so
long. For it was not, as one might suppose at first glance, a frayed
and threadbare mantle flung across one corner of the table. By the
long black hair it was a woman, and a young woman.
She had on what must once have been a most beautiful brown silk
dress, trimmed with quantities of fine lace, and looped up over a
stiff brocaded petticoat. Her skeleton feet were in the smallest of
low-cut shoes, the tarnished silver buckles of which were set with
rhinestones. Her head rested on her arm, outflung across the table.
The other arm hung limp, and the fingers pointed downward, as if
accusingly. She had quantities of glorious black hair, and this
alone had death respected; nothing else of her loveliness remained.
Under her fleshless hand lay the soiled and yellowed papers she had
written, and over which, in biting mockery, she had kept watch and
ward.
"Who is it? Oh, God, God!--who is it?" I gasped, and heard my voice
rattling in my throat like a dying woman's. As, perhaps her voice
had rattled, here in the dark. The thought of her, sitting here in
awful loneliness these long, long years, while life, all unknowing,
ebbed and flowed within reach of her, made me shudder.
"It is Jessamine Hynds, lost Jessamine Hynds," said her kinsman of
a later day, looking down upon the wreck of her with compassion.
"But how--how--why did she come here? To die thus--Oh, my God! my
God!"
"I saw the papers under her hand, and her name written upon the
first page," he said. "What further things she has written, I do not
know. I waited, Sophy, until we should read it together." He smiled
at me wanly. "I could bear it better, with you beside me. You see
how much I need you!" And he took the papers from her and spread
them upon the table. What she had written I shall insert here, as
its properest place.
I, Jessamine Hynds, Gentlewoman, being of sound Mind (though
they do say I am mad) but of infirm Body, the which I am
shortly to be rid of, do state and declare before God that
it was I who did take the Hynds Jewells, being help'd
thereto by black Shooba the witch doctor, who was my
father's man before my Uncle James Bought him at the Publick
Outcry of our Effects.
As to the Why & Wherefore I have act'd thus, thou knowest,
thou cruel God, who made me a beggar'd Orphan, a poor
dependant in this House of Pride!
Yet, God, thou knoweth I lov'd them well enow until Richard
came home the last Time from Abroad, a Young Man in the
Beauty of his Youth, who saw not Jessamine the poor Cozzen,
but Jessamine the fair woman. He would have me sing him
Ballads, he would hang Entranc'd upon the Spinet when I
play'd. Now would he fetch me a flower for my hair, placing
of it himself. And now 't was a knot of ribband for my
dress, and himself fetch'd home broach and ear-rings for my
Birthday Gift, saying in my ear no fairer woman's face had
gladded his eyes since he left home. And by the clipt Hedge
on a May night he kiss'd me. Alas, oh blind high God, alas,
alas!
'T was Wondrous to see how even the Servants did catch the
Humour, they waiting upon me Marvelous ready. Until came my
dear Aunt, smiling sickly, and laying of her Hand upon my
Sholder said she must speak for mine own Good. Richard was
but a young Man, wild & headlong, and I a fair Woman thrown
in his Way in an empty betweenwhiles ere his own true love
came. See to it, Jessamine, says she, that a Boy's
short-liv'd Fancy makes not a mock of thee, at thy years,
that should know better!
Mine Uncle ever twitt'd me for liking of Books, & laugh'd
when I beg'd I might have my Chance of Becoming an Artist.
"What," says he, "a Hynds woman painting of strange folks
their faces? Out upon thy notion, Jessamine!" And my Cozzens
laugh'd and said, Ever did Gentlemen dislike a Learn'd
Female. Should have gotten me a good Husband this Ten Years
since but for my Shrew's Temper & Vanity of Books.
To cure me they did Cruelly bait me to Marry the Pursy Ninny
that hath the Plantation beyond the Hopes, he that hath been
Ogling of me for years. Could scratch the Wretch his eyes
Out! Puffeth with his mouth in a way hateful to me & hath
pig's jowls. Yet were all they fair mad I should marry me
this Paragon. Should have a home of mine Own, worthy a Lady.
Aye,--and be out of the way, lest I lead Richard Astray.
Mine Uncle chid me for Ingratitude to God in that I stamp'd
my foot and said No! But Richard laugh'd at the idea of
Jessamine wedding yon tun. Quoth Richard, "Let Jessamine be,
all of ye! she is meat for his masters." Freeman smil'd
sourly, & shrug'd. I love not Freeman, nor do I hate him
overmuch though he call'd me "Madame Jezebel."
And then came Emily home from Visiting of her Aunts in
London Town. And they made a Marriage between her and
Richard, Richard that was mine. He had lov'd me an they had
let us be. Once pledg'd, he had held fast to his word. Nor
would I, for his own Soul's sake, have let him go. There is
none, none under the sun but me alone, was strong enough to
have sav'd Richard.
'T is true, as men judge such things, his Conduct to me was
but Gallant Pleasantry, such as Fine Gentlemen do show to
Favour'd Ladies. And he did Spare my Pride. Never did he
show by word or Deed, or admit to any, that I had car'd more
Deeply than he. But Emily knew. I knew she knew. Saw it in
her Eyes, that look'd on me with Pity. I will not brok that
any mortal Woman shall Pity me!
Secretly I suffer'd, suffer'd so that a Burning fire crept &
crept into my Brain and Stay'd, nor has left me, Day or
Night. And in all the World was no one I might Weep before,
or that would Comfort me and leave me Unasham'd, save
Shooba, the witch doctor, whom the slaves Fear for that he
hath a Snake-soul and makes Charms and casts Spells.
'T is true, that Shooba hath a Spiritt. When it worketh upon
him he is Dull and Overcast and may not Labour untill it be
gone. And then will he rise and Speak strange and sometimes
Terrible things, and Prophesy. In the old times my Father
smil'd, and let him be. But here 't is otherwise. When
Shooba's Spiritt made him Heavy and Sleepy, and when he woke
again and Spoke, mine Uncle's new Overseer had the old man
Whip't. Twice did this Happen before I knew of It.
Then went I to the Overseer, with Indignation, and said:
"Do not whip Shooba, any more. 'T is Monstrous, to Whip an
old man that hath a Spiritt! 'T is not true he makes
dissentions and plots Revolt among the slaves. 'T is not
true he is lazy & will not Work. There is no better Workman
than Shooba. 'T is only true you are a cruel man and misuse
your Power."
Flick'd with his Whip his worsted Stockings. Said in a
hateful voice: "'Taint your place, Miss, to be a-giving of
orders to the Overseer. I take orders only from them that
has the right to Give 'em. When I think that old Nigger
ought to be whipt, whipt he 'll be."
Then march'd he to mine Uncle and ask'd was Mistress
Jessamine to oversee the Overseer, and call him hard Names
for the whipping of a Troublesome Nigger? And my Uncle fell
into a Fury With me. Allowed the wretch to Triumph. Shooba
was whipt again. I saw his Back.
Once old Shooba cur'd me of a pestilent Fever, with Simples,
when I was a little Child, and our Leech had given me Over,
nor did he Bleed me once. Now Shooba's Back was Bleeding,
and I might not help him!
Now in the night I had gone secretly to his Hut to fetch him
such poor little Comforts as I might secretly get & give. He
took them, & look'd at me long & long, with his brooding,
deep, strange eyes.
"For the man that whipt me, I have sent forth my Snake. My
Snake will have a Thing to say to him. The man will die.
Then laughed he, and hugg'd his knees.--And 't is true
Meekins the Overseer one week later was bitten by a Serpent
in the Field and died an Unlovely Death.
"Missy," whispered Shooba, "in my country when I young,
chief get mad with chief more stronger, not fight with
spears. Call Witch doctor and make Medicine. Stronger
chief, him come dead one day soon. Maybe bumbye you and me
make some Medicine?" My lips curl'd somewhat. Poor old
Shooba making medicine against the Hyndses. "You go now and
think some. I stay here, and think some, too. Maybe one time
you find medicine. Maybe one time my Snake find."
I went away, smiling sadly. 'T would need strong medicine to
heal me and Shooba!
Now Time pass'd, and they fell to planning for Freeman's
Ball. 'T was to be a Grand affair, and there was Talk of my
Aunt's Frock, and wearing of the Hynds Jewells. And
Richard's Wife was to be Allow'd to wear the Queen's
Emerald.
Came Emily to me in secret, and says she, "Come, Jessamine,
be Friends with me. My Mind is Fix'd you shall Outshine all
the other Ladies. I have the very Frock for you, just new
come from London, a lustrous thing will make you glow &
Sparkle like a Ruby. We shall make it a State Secret,
Jessamine. Not a word shall be breath'd, but you shall burst
upon them all like a Meteor!"
I do admit that ever was something Noble & Generous in
Emily, that something in myself did Honour. I had thank'd
her Thought, but that Richard came in & kiss'd her for it,
saying he een Lov'd her the Better for that she lov'd his
haughty Cozzen. But, O God, they Two went away Hand in Hand!
He forgot me for her sake, so completely that he said not
even, "Good-by."
That night went I to Shooba secretly, and said, "Is thy
Snake awake? For A Thought is in my mind." Then took we
Counsel together. Shooba is a man most cunning in all manner
of Herbs and Simples. They in Hynds House began for to sleep
sweetly and soundly, but felt no ill Effects. Nay, they rose
betimes most pleasantly rest'd & refresh'd.
Then did Shooba and I, who thus had undisturb'd Access to
my Aunt's room, work swiftly until Dawn. Three nights and a
half night did we two work, before our Task was compleat'd,
the Kernell's filch'd from the Nuts, and the Empty Shells
left for my lady's adorning of herself at my lord's
birth-night Ball.
Oh, 't was a rare, rare Jest! I laugh'd and old Shooba
laugh'd. And I did chap them atween my hands, those flaming
Bawbles, as children chap chaff. And they did sparkle & glow
like the Devill his Rainbow! All day was I Happy, Hugging of
my Secret to my Heart.
Emily had the brown dress brought Secretly into the House, &
Made for me in mine Own Room. Once was she wishful I might
wear one of the Hynds Rubies, just for one Night, but I chid
her, saying that already the Frock was more than Enough.
Indeed 't is a beautiful Dress. Will serve me well for a
Shroud.
Ever came the Ball nearer & nearer, and all we a-flutter, I
with my hands overfull, my hours overcrowd'd, with Helping
of them. I could not have slept in peace did I not know what
was a-coming.
And then open'd they the Safe in my Aunt's morning-room.
Shall be such a Howling from the Damn'd on the Day of
Judgment as went up from Hynds House that day! Makes me to
think of the text, And there shall be weeping and wailing
and gnashing of teeth.
Lord, how did they run Hither & Thither, what Wailing &
Reproaching & Accusing & Screeching! How did my dear Aunt's
eyes grow Redder than ever Mine had been! How did my Proud
Uncle find his Lofty Crest Lower'd, and was in that Honour
of his Scourg'd more Cruelly than ever old Shooba's Back had
been! How, too, was _her_ Happiness burst like a Bubble,
that had been so rainbow Bright! In that house all wept save
me alone. Nor did one of them so much as dream in 's sleep
of suspecting Jessamine Hynds!
And then--oh, God! oh, God--Richard, my Richard, that I
Lov'd more than mine own Soul, died! As a Candle is snuff'd
out, so went Richard that was so comely and so strong. I had
only thought to Punish him, Make them all Suffer to Pay me
for mine own Suffering. Never, never, had I meant that
Richard should Die. 'Twas a Thunder-bolt upon my Head, 'twas
Lightning splitting my Heart.
'Twas I brought the News of Richard's death to my Uncle
James. Was sitting in the Library pretending for to read.
Then came I in, and clos'd the Door, and said:
"_Richard is dead._" How the man star'd! Had a ruddy face,
very Handsome. Before my eyes it pal'd and pinch'd. I said
again: "Don't you understand? _Richard is dead._"
As a tree falls, he fell. I knew his Time was come, and
gently I rais'd him. He claw'd at his Breast and mouth'd
"Richard--Freeman--Pocket-book--The Key, the Key!" Look'd at
me piteously. 'Twould melt one's Heart to see his Eyes.
I did thrust my hand into the breast of his blue
Broad-cloath Coat, and draw forth his Pocket-Book. 'Twas in
Dark Green leather, & upon it the Arms of our House. There
were bank-notes in't, some silver, two or three folded
papers, and one in a small silk Cover, put by itself. I saw
his Fading Eyes brighten as I held it up. He maw'd,
"Key--Freeman--" and puff'd with his Lips, and fell
Unconscious. I slipt the Book back into his breast, put the
silk-covered paper in mine own, and ran out of the Room,
Calling Loudly for help.
He dy'd that Night. And when I look'd at the "Key" 'twas
naught but a silly Verse. Yet I was doubtful of Giving it to
Freeman. Instead, I did show it to old Shooba.
"I will ask my Snake if he knows anything of Keyes," said
Shooba. And remembering the Overseer, I did not smile, but
gave him the Paper. I like not to think of Shooba's Snake.
Then buried we mine Uncle in the Hynds tomb and my Aunt was
left to wander ghostlike, seeking for what she should never
find.--Oh, why did not they leave Richard and me alone!
I repent not. But I am Troubled because of Richard who comes
in the Night and looks at me, and asks, without anger, only
with Sorrow, "_Was it well done, Jessamine?_" I answer,
weeping; "Richard, it was to be. You made me Love you,
Richard, and you put me by. For which Cause, and for that
their Pride was beyond Bearing, did I pull down the Roof of
Hynds House over their heads, and these my Hands did push
you into your Grave. But go you back to Sleep, my dearest
Dear. I shall Find mine Own Grave shortly, and then I shall
be able to come closer to you. When I am Dead, Richard, you
will understand."
Sometimes he will go, looking at me over his Sholder with
Eyes so sad that for Pity I must weep mine own eyes Blind.
But sometimes he will say, in a Voice none may hear but me:
"Cruel, cruel Jessamine! You shall not come near me even
when you are Dead: You shall be Farther from me than when we
two walk'd Quick under the Sun. Never, never did you truly
Love me: I know, the Dead being Wiser than the Living! 'T is
Emily Lov'd me truest."
And oh, thou awful, far-off God, I cannot make him
Understand! And unless I can make him understand, I am lost!
My misery, my misery! He will not listen. I am dying of this
thing!
Now did Shooba's Death-in-Life come upon him once more, and
for a day and a night he lay Stark. And in the Sleep his
Snake came and show'd him the untying of the Knot, and the
Turning of the Keye. In proof whereof Shooba took me by the
hand & Show'd me the Watcher in the Darke.
"Do but one thing more for me, old Shooba: Put out the Fire
in my Brain, Shooba, for I would Sleep. And I would Sleep
here, in Secret, where none but the Watcher may see."
For a while he ponder'd, Watching of me with still eyes.
"Not good to stay awake too long. You shall Sleep," he said.
Last night he Brought me the Pinch of Powder that is an Open
Door. To what? I know not. But I go without Fear, because
without Hope. So shall I sleep in the secret Chamber, and it
maybe I shall Dream that Richard lightly Lov'd and as
lightly Left me. Whereof Richard Died. And, that Freeman
thinks his Brother Guilty and a Thief: A Hynds a Thief! so
that Hynds House hangs Heavy above his head. And that Emily
begins to Hate Freeman, who Loves her. She thinks he hath
play'd Judas. I shall have Pleasant dreams!
Never shall they Find where Shooba hid the Gems, between a
night and a morning. Never shall any look upon my face more,
nor read what I have written, nor know what I have done. I
repent not, O God! What I am I am, Not I but Thou hast
created me! Having liv'd mine own Life, I do die mine Own
Death.
JESSAMINE HYNDS.
"This is the Horror that we have--felt!" I babbled. "She's been
sitting here--by herself--all the time--" and my voice failed me,
remembering that dark and anguished sense of guilt and ruin, of
unease and terror, that at times fell upon one in the night like a
smothering garment. Cold drops came upon my forehead, when I
reflected that we had been living under the same roof with This, and
we all unknowing. And I began to whimper: "I cannot stay even one
night more under the same roof with her. I cannot! I cannot!"
"Sophy," said Nicholas Jelnik's quiet voice, "I brought you here
because I relied upon your courage, your common sense, and your
charity."
I gulped. In the most matter-of-fact manner, he gave me another
whiff of that incomparable perfume, and I felt my taut nerves
steady. Not untruthfully had the Coptic physician claimed magic
qualities for that perfume.
Mr. Jelnik said gently: "Had you been other than you are, I would
not have dared call you to my aid to-night. But when I discovered
the real thief--and she Jessamine Hynds--I could not bear that any
other eyes than yours should see her as she is. And--I want you to
be with me when I find the jewels."
The jewels? I blinked at him. Immersed in the tragedy of the woman
Jessamine, her piteous fate had put all thought of everything save
herself out of my mind.
"Shooba hid them, between a night and a morning. Shooba brought her
here, between a night and a morning. Where should the jewels be but
here?"
At his words the grim and mocking ghost of that terrible old
African, who had been whipped for falling into trances, and who had
so tragically revenged himself and his slighted mistress, seemed to
rise behind all that remained of her.
"Yes, he would put them where she could keep watch over them. Why
should she come here, make her way through those dreadful passages,
save for that? Think of her stealing out of her room in the dead of
night, coming alive to what she knew was her tomb, shutting that
door upon herself--" I looked at the tarnished cup, and hoped that
the witch doctor's potion had given her a speedy sleep. I looked at
the blackened candelabrum, and wondered whether that candle had gone
out before she had, or whether her head had fallen upon her arm, and
she had died wide-eyed in the black, black dark. The cold grue shook
me again, and I beat my hands together for terror and pity.
"Do not think of that!" said Mr. Jelnik. "Death rectifies human
wrongs, and all of them have long, long since been healed of their
hurts. Come, let us find the jewels. We are losing time."
We opened the cabinets first. They held papers that had been
precious in their day--old deeds, old charters and grants, with the
king's seals and the signatures of the Lords Proprietors upon them;
correspondence, a casual glance at which showed Revolutionary
activities--a hanging matter once, but harmless enough now; a box of
foreign coins, all gold; a charge, in medieval Latin, on fine
parchment, which exquisitely illuminated initial letters; a plain
silver chalice and a patten; some threadbare robes and regalia, and
a gavel; a most carefully done chart of the Hynds family, ending,
however, with Colonel James Hampden Hynds himself; two letters, and
a miniature of Charles the First; letters signed, "Yours, B.
Franklin," "Yours, John Hancock"; several from "Geo. Washington."
The chest held two uniforms, one British, the other buff and blue; a
pair of pistols, spurs, and a sword. The buff-and-blue uniform was
worn and stained, with a burnt and ragged hole in the breast. It had
belonged, said the slip pinned to it, to "Captain Lewis De Lacy
Hynds, my youngest Brother, the youngest of our House, who Fell
Gloriously at the Battle of Cowpens."
And that was all. Although we examined every inch of that floor,
every board of the walls, and made the most scrupulously careful
search of the cabinets and the chest. I even dared pass my hands
over Jessamine herself.
Shooba the witch doctor had done the unexpected. Wherever he might
have hidden them between a night and a morning, he had not hidden
the Hynds jewels in the secret room of Hynds House. And she who
alone could have solved the mystery and told us the truth, lay there
with a lipless mouth.