'Ah!' said Joyce Lempriére encouragingly. 'I have never forgotten it,' continued the clergyman. 'It made a profound impression on me at the time, and to this day by a slight effort of memory I can feel again the awe and horror of that terrible moment when I saw a man stricken to death by apparently no mortal agency.'
'You make me feel quite creepy, Pender,' complained Sir Henry. 'It made me feel creepy, as you call it,' replied the other. 'Since then I have never laughed at the people who use the word atmosphere. There is such a thing. There are certain places imbued and saturated with good or evil influences which can make their power felt.'
'That house, The Larches, is a very unhappy one,' remarked Miss Marple. 'Old Mr Smithers lost all his money and had to leave it.
Then the Carslakes took it and Johnny Carslake fell downstairs and broke his leg and Mrs Carslake had to go away to the South of France for her health, and now the Burdens have got it and I hear that poor Mr Burden has got to have an operation almost immediately.'
'There is, I think, rather too much superstition about such matters,' said Mr Petherick. 'A lot of damage is done to property by foolish reports heedlessly circulated.'
'I have known one or two "ghosts" that have had a very robust personality,' remarked Sir Henry with a chuckle.
'I think,' said Raymond, 'we should allow Dr Pender to go on with his story.'
Joyce got up and switched off the two lamps, leaving the room lit only by the flickering firelight.
'Atmosphere,' she said. 'Now we can get along.'
Dr Pender smiled at her and, leaning back in his chair and taking off his pince-nez, he began his story in a gentle reminiscent voice.
'I don't know whether any of you know Dartmoor at all. The place I am telling you about is situated on the borders of Dartmoor. It was a very charming property, though it had been on the market without finding a purchaser for several years. The situation was perhaps a little bleak in winter, but the views were magnificent and there were certain curious and original features about the property itself. It was bought by a man called Haydon - Sir Richard Haydon. I had known him in his college days, and though I had lost sight of him for some years, the old ties of friendship still held, and I accepted with pleasure his invitation to go down to Silent Grove, as his new purchase was called.
'The house party was not a very large one. There was Richard Haydon himself, and his cousin, Elliot Haydon. There was a Lady Mannering with a pale, rather inconspicuous daughter called Violet. There was a Captain Rogers and his wife, hard riding, weatherbeaten people, who lived only for horses and hunting.
There was also a young Dr Symonds and there was Miss Diana Ashley. I knew something about the last named. Her picture was very often in the Society papers and she was one of the notorious beauties of the Season. Her appearance was indeed very striking. She was dark and tall, with a beautiful skin of an even tint of pale cream, and her half closed dark eyes set slantways in her head gave her a curiously piquant oriental appearance. She had, too, a wonderful speaking voice, deep-toned and bell-like.
'I saw at once that my friend Richard Haydon was very much attracted by her, and I guessed that the whole party was merely arranged as a setting for her. Of her own feelings I was not so sure. She was capricious in her favours. One day talking to Richard and excluding everyone else from her notice, and another day she would favour his cousin, Elliot and appear hardly to notice that such a person as Richard existed, and then again she would bestow the most bewitching smiles upon the quiet and retiring Dr Symonds.
'On the morning after my arrival our host showed us all over the place. The house itself was unremarkable, a good solid house built of Devonshire granite. Built to withstand time and exposure.
It was unromantic but very comfortable. From the windows of it one looked out over the panorama of the moor, vast rolling hills crowned with weather-beaten tors.
'On the slopes of the tor nearest to us were various hut circles, relics of the bygone days of the late Stone Age. On another hill was a barrow which had recently been excavated, and in which certain bronze implements had been found. Haydon was by way of being interested in antiquarian matters and he talked to us with a great deal of energy and enthusiasm. This particular spot, he explained, was particularly rich in relics of the past.
'Neolithic hut dwellers, Druids, Romans, and even traces of the early Phoenicians were to be found.
'"But this place is the most interesting of all," he said "You know its name - Silent Grove. Well, it is easy enough to see what it takes its name from."
'He pointed with his hand. That particular pan of the country was bare enough - rocks, heather and bracken, but about a hundred yards from the house there was a densely planted grove of trees.
"'That is a relic of very early days," said Haydon. "The trees have died and been replanted, but on the whole it has been kept very much as it used to be - perhaps in the time of the Phoenician settlers. Come and look at it."
'We all followed him. As we entered the grove of trees a curious oppression came over me. I think it was the silence. No birds seemed to nest in these trees. There was a feeling about it of desolation and horror. I saw Haydon looking at me with a curious smile.
'"Any feeling about this place, Pender?" he asked me.
"Antagonism now? Or uneasiness?"
'"I don't like it," I said quietly.
'"You are within your rights. This was a stronghold of one of the ancient enemies of your faith. This is the Grove of Astarte."
'"Astarte?"
'"Astarte, or Ishtar, or Ashtoreth, or whatever you choose to call her. I prefer the Phoenician name of Astarte. There is, I believe, one known Grove of Astarte in this country - in the North on the Wall. I have no evidence, but I like to believe that we have a true and authentic Grove of Astarte here. Here, within this dense circle of trees, sacred rites were performed."
'"Sacred rites," murmured Diana Ashley. Her eyes had a dreamy faraway look. "What were they, I wonder?"
'"Not very reputable by all accounts," said Captain Rogers with a loud unmeaning laugh. "Rather hot stuff, I imagine."
'Haydon paid no attention to him.
'"In the centre of the grove there should be a temple," he said. "I can't run to temples, but I have indulged in a little fancy of my own."
'We had at that moment stepped out into a little clearing in the centre of the trees. In the middle of it was something not unlike a summerhouse made of stone. Diana Ashley looked inquiringly at Haydon.
'"I call it The Idol House," he said. "It is the Idol House of Astarte."
'He led the way up to it. Inside, on a rude ebony pillar, there reposed a curious little image representing a woman with crescent horns, seated on a lion.
'"Astarte of the Phoenicians," said Haydon, "the Goddess of the Moon."
'"The Goddess of the Moon," cried Diana. "Oh, do let us have a wild orgy tonight. Fancy dress. And we will come out here in the moonlight and celebrate the rites of Astarte."
'I made a sudden movement and Elliot Haydon, Richard's cousin, turned quickly to me.
'"You don't like all this, do you, Padre?" he said.
'"No," I said gravely. "I don't."
'He looked at me curiously. "But it is only tomfoolery. Dick can't know that this really is a sacred grove. It is just a fancy of his; he likes to play with the idea. And anyway, if it were - "
'"If it were?"
'"Well - " he laughed uncomfortably. "You don't believe in that sort of thing, do you? You, a parson."
'"I am not sure that as a parson I ought not to believe in it."
'"But that sort of thing is all finished and done with."
'"I am not so sure," I said musingly. "I only know this: I am not as a rule a sensitive man to atmosphere, but ever since I entered this grove of trees I have felt a curious impression and sense of evil and menace all round me."
'He glanced uneasily over his shoulder.
'"Yes," he said, "it is - it is queer, somehow. I know what yo
u mean but I suppose it is only our imagination makes us feel like that. What do you say, Symonds?"
'The doctor was silent a minute or two before he replied. Then he said quietly:
'"I don't like it. I can't tell you why. But somehow or other, I don't like it."
'At that moment Violet Mannering came across to me.
'"I hate this place," she cried. "I hate it. Do let's get out of it."
'We moved away and the others followed us. Only Diana Ashley lingered. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw her standing in front of the idol house gazing earnestly at the image within it.
'The day was an unusually hot and beautiful one and Diana Ashley's suggestion of a fancy dress party that evening was received with general favour. The usual laughing and whispering and frenzied secret sewing took place and when we all made our appearance for dinner there were the usual outcries of merriment. Rogers and his wife were Neolithic hut dwellers explaining the sudden lack of hearth rugs. Richard Haydon called himself a Phoenician sailor, and his cousin was a brigand chief.
Dr Symonds was a chef, Lady Mannering was a hospital nurse, and her daughter was a Circassian slave. I myself was arrayed somewhat too warmly as a monk. Diana Ashley came down last and was somewhat of a disappointment to all of us, being wrapped in a shapeless black domino.
'"The Unknown," she declared airily. "That is what I am. Now for goodness' sake let's go in to dinner."
'After dinner we went outside. It was a lovely night, warm and soft, and the moon was rising.
'We wandered about and chatted and the time passed quickly enough. It must have been an hour later when we realized that Diana Ashley was not with us.
'"Surely she has not gone to bed," said Richard Haydon.
'Violet Mannering shook her head.
'"Oh, no," she said. "I saw her going off in that direction about a quarter of an hour ago." She pointed as she spoke towards the grove of trees that showed black and shadowy in the moonlight.
'"I wonder what she is up to," said Richard Haydon. "Some devilment, I swear. Let's go and see."
'We all trooped off together, somewhat curious as to what Miss Ashley had been up to. Yet I, for one, felt a curious reluctance to enter that dark foreboding belt of trees. Something stronger than myself seemed to be holding me back and urging me not to enter.
I felt more definitely convinced than ever of the essential evilness of the spot. I think that some of the others experienced the same sensations that I did, though they would have been loath to admit it. The trees were so closely planted that the moonlight could not penetrate. There were a dozen soft sounds all round us, whisperings and sighings. The feeling was eerie in the extreme, and by common consent we all kept close together.
'Suddenly we came out into the open clearing in the middle of the grove and stood rooted to the spot in amazement, for there, on the threshold of the Idol House, stood a shimmering figure wrapped tightly round in diaphanous gauze and with two crescent horns rising from the dark masses of her hair.
'"My God!" said Richard Haydon, and the sweat sprang out on his brow.
'But Violet Mannering was sharper.
'"Why, it's Diana," she exclaimed. "What has she done to herself?
Oh, she looks quite different somehow!"
'The figure in the doorway raised her hands. She took a step forward and chanted in a high sweet voice.
'"I am the Priestess of Astarte," she crooned. "Beware how you approach me, for I hold death in my hand."
'"Don't do it, dear," protested Lady Mannering. "You give us the creeps, you really do."
'Haydon sprang forward towards her.
'"My God, Diana!" he cried. "You are wonderful."
'My eyes were accustomed to the moonlight now and I could see more plainly. She did, indeed, as Violet had said, look quite different. Her face was more definitely oriental, and her eyes more of slits with something cruel in their gleam, and the strange smile on her lips was one that I had never seen there before.
'"Beware," she cried warningly. "Do not approach the Goddess.
If anyone lays a hand on me it is death."
'"You are wonderful, Diana," cried Haydon, "but do stop it.
Somehow or other I - I don't like it."
'He was moving towards her across the grass and she flung out a hand towards him.
'"Stop," she cried. "One step nearer and I will smite you with the magic of Astarte."
'Richard Haydon laughed and quickened his pace, when all at once a curious thing happened. He hesitated for a moment, then seemed to stumble and fall headlong.
'He did not get up again but lay where he had fallen prone on the ground.
'Suddenly Diana began to laugh hysterically. It was a strange horrible sound breaking the silence of the glade.
'With an oath Elliot sprang forward.
'"I can't stand this," he cried, "get up, Dick, get up, man."
'But still Richard Haydon lay where he had fallen. Elliot Haydon reached his side, knelt by him and turned him gently over. He bent over him, peering in his face.
'Then he rose sharply to his feet and stood swaying a little.
'"Doctor," he said. "Doctor, for God's sake come. I - I think he is dead."
'Symonds ran forward and Elliot rejoined us walking very slowly.
He was looking down at his hands in a way I didn't understand.
'At that moment there was a wild scream from Diana.
'"I have killed him," she cried. "Oh, my God! I didn't mean to, but I have killed him."
'And she fainted dead away, falling in a crumpled heap on the grass.
'There was a cry from Mrs Rogers.
'"Oh, do let us get away from this dreadful place," she wailed, "anything might happen to us here. Oh, it's awful!"
'Elliot got hold of me by the shoulder.
'"It can't be, man," he murmured. "I tell you it can't be. A man cannot be killed like that. It is - it's against Nature."
'I tried to soothe him.
'"There is some explanation," I said. "Your cousin must have had some unsuspected weakness of the heart. The shock and excitement - "
'He interrupted me.
'"You don't understand," he said. He held up his hands for me to see and I noticed a red stain on them.
'"Dick didn't die of shock, he was stabbed - stabbed to the heart, and there is no weapon ."
'I stared at him incredulously. At that moment Symonds rose from his examination of the body and came towards us. He was pale and shaking all over.
'"Are we all mad?" he said. "What is this place - that things like this can happen in it?"
'"Then it is true," I said.
'He nodded.
'"The wound is such as would be made by a long thin dagger, but - there is no dagger there."
'We all looked ill each other.
'"But it must be there," cried Elliot Haydon. "It must have dropped out. It must be on the ground somewhere. Let us look."
'We peered about vainly on the ground. Violet Mannering said suddenly:
'"Diana had something in her hand. A kind of dagger. I saw it, I saw it glitter when she threatened him."
'Elliot Haydon shook his head.
'"He never even got within three yards of her," he objected.
'Lady Mannering was bending over the prostrate girl on the ground.
'"There is nothing in her hand now," she announced, "and I can't see anything on the ground. Are you sure you saw it, Violet? I didn't."
'Dr Symonds came over to the girl.
'"We must get her to the house," he said. "Rogers, will you help?"
'Between us we carried the unconscious girl back to the house.
Then we returned and fetched the body of Sir Richard.'
Dr Pender broke off apologetically and looked round.
'One would know better nowadays,' he said, 'owing to the prevalence of detective fiction. Every street boy knows that a body must be left where it is found. But in these days we had not the same knowled
ge, and accordingly we carried the body of Richard Haydon back to his bedroom in the square granite house and the butler was despatched on a bicycle in search of the police - a ride of some twelve miles.
'It was then that Elliot Haydon drew me aside.
'"Look here," he said. "I am going back to the grove. That weapon has got to be found."
'"If there was a weapon," I said doubtfully.
'He seized my arm and shook it fiercely. "You have got that superstitious stuff into your head. You think his death was supernatural; well, I am going back to the grove to find out."
'I was curiously averse to his doing so. I did my utmost to dissuade him, but without result. The mere idea of that thick circle of trees was abhorrent to me and I felt a strong premonition of further disaster. But Elliot was entirely pigheaded. He was, I think, scared himself, but would not admit it.
He went off fully armed with determination to get to the bottom of the mystery.
'It was a very dreadful night, none of us could sleep, or attempt to do so. The police, when they arrived, were frankly incredulous of the whole thing. They evinced a strong desire to cross-examine Miss Ashley, but there they had to reckon with Dr Symonds, who opposed the idea vehemently. Miss Ashley had come out of her faint or trance and he had given her a long sleeping draught. She was on no account to be disturbed until the following day.
'It was not until about seven o'clock in the morning that anyone thought about Elliot Haydon, and then Symonds suddenly asked where he was. I explained what Elliot had done and Symonds's grave face grew a shade graver. "I wish he hadn't. It is - it is foolhardy," he said.
'"You don't think any harm can have happened to him?"
'"I hope not. I think, Padre, that you and I had better go and see."
'I knew he was right, but it took all the courage in my command to nerve myself for the task. We set out together and entered once more that ill-fated grove of trees. We called him twice and got no reply. In a minute or two we came into the clearing, which looked pale and ghostly in the early morning light. Symonds clutched my arm and I uttered a muttered exclamation. Last night when we had seen it in the moonlight there had been the body of a man lying face downwards on the grass. Now in the early morning light the same sight met our eyes. Elliot Haydon was lying on the exact spot where his cousin had been.
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