THE MYSTERIOUS CHAMBER.
Opening a movable shelf in the bookcase, he disclosed a narrow
passage, along which they proceeded till they came to a small back
staircase, evidently communicating by a small outlet with the moat.
Mounting this staircase, Sir Richard unfastened a door, which admitted
them to a dark corridor. From its appearance it was evident that this
part of the mansion was shut up.
A stifling sensation, caused by the close, oppressive atmosphere,
affected Atherton, and vague terrors assailed him. Two doors faced
them. Sir Richard opened one of the doors, and led his companion into
an antechamber, the furniture of which was mouldering and covered with
dust.
A door communicating with an inner room stood ajar. After a moment's
hesitation Sir Richard passed through it, and was followed by
Atherton.
The chamber was buried in gloom, but on a window-shutter being opened
a strange scene was disclosed. At the further end of the apartment
stood an old bedstead, which seemed fully prepared for some occupant,
though it could not have been slept in for many years. Quilt and
pillow were mildewed and mouldering, and the sheets yellow with age.
The hangings were covered with dust. Altogether, the room had a
ghostly look.
For some moments Atherton could not remove his gaze from that old bed,
which seemed to exercise a sort of fascination, but when he looked at
Sir Richard, he was appalled by the terrible change that had come over
him.
He looked the picture of horror and despair. His pallid countenance
was writhen with anguish, and his limbs shook. A deep groan burst from
his labouring breast.
"The hour is near at hand," he muttered, in tones scarcely human. "But
I am not yet ready. Spare me till my task is finished!"
With a ghastly look he then added to Atherton: "The whole scene rises
before me as it occurred on that dreadful night. The room is hushed
and quiet, and within that bed a child is peacefully slumbering on his
mother's breast. A masked intruder comes in--admitted by the nurse,
who has betrayed her mistress. Unmoved by a picture of innocence that
might have touched any heart less savage than his own, he snatches up
the child, and is bearing it off when the mother awakes. Her piercing
shriek still rings through my ears. I cannot describe what
follows--but 'tis soon over--and when the worse than robber departs
with his prize, he leaves the wretched mother lying senseless on the
floor, and the nurse dead--slain by his ruthless hand!"
"Horror!" exclaimed Atherton, unable to control his feelings.
"Let us hence, or I shall become mad," cried Sir Richard, hurrying him
away.
So bewildered was Atherton, that he could scarcely tell how he
regained the library, but when he got there, he sank into a chair, and
covered his eyes with his hands, as if to exclude the terrible vision
by which he had been beset.
On rousing himself from the stupor into which he had fallen, he
perceived Sir Richard seated at the table, writing his confession, and
feeling that his presence might disturb him, he rose to depart.
Sir Richard rose likewise, and while conducting him to the door, said:
"I will send for you when I have done. I shall be best alone for a
short time. But let me give you a word of counsel, and do not distrust
it because it comes from me. 'Tis my wish, as you know, to repair the
wrong I have done. I would not have you forfeit the lofty position you
have just obtained."
"I hope I shall not forfeit it," said Atherton, proudly.
"You will not long hold it," rejoined Sir Richard, in a solemn tone,
"unless you withdraw from this ill-fated expedition. It will end in
your destruction. Attend to my warning!"
"I cannot honourably retreat," said Atherton.
"You must," cried Sir Richard, sternly. "Why throw away your life from
a fancied sense of honour, when such fair prospects are opening upon
you? 'Twill be madness to persist."
Atherton made no reply, and Sir Richard said no more.
But as he opened the door he gave the young man a look so full of
strange significance that he almost guessed its import.
Sir Richard paused for a moment as he went back to the table.
"What is the use of this?" he exclaimed aloud. "No remonstrance will
deter him. He will go on to destruction. The estates will pass away
from us. Perchance a few words, written at the last moment, may change
him! Heaven grant it. I will try. But now to complete my task. All
will soon be over!"
With this he sat down at the table, and with a strange composure
resumed his writing.