Rice, Anne - The Witching Hour

by Greyspid

  Stuart worked in this field tirelessly until 1929, reading the File on the Mayfair Witches only when a busy schedule allowed Then he made his plea to the council and won

  At that point in time, Stuart was thirty-five He stood six feet tall, had ash-blond hair and dark gray eyes He was lean of build and had a light complexion He tended to dress elegantly, and was one of those Americans who deeply admires English manners and ways of doing things, and aspires to imitate them He was an attractive young man But his greatest appeal to friends and acquaintances was a sort of boyish spontaneity and innocence Stuart was really missing ten years of his life, and he never got them back

  He was capable at times of impetuousness, and of flying off the handle, of getting furious when he encountered even small obstacles to his plans But he controlled this very well when he was in the field, and when he threw a tantrum in the Motherhouse he could always be brought round.

  He was also capable of falling deeply and passionately in love, which he did with Helen Kreis, a member of the Talamasca who died in an auto accident in 1924 He grieved excessively and even dangerously for Helen for two years after her death

  What happened between him and Stella Mayfair we may never know But it is possible to conjecture that she was the only other love of his life.

  I should like to add my personal opinion here that Stuart Townsend never should have been sent to New Orleans It was not only that he was too emotionally involved with Stella, it was that he lacked experience in this particular field.

  In his novitiate, he had dealt with various kinds of psychic phenomena, and undoubtedly he read widely in the occult all his life He discussed a great variety of cases with other members of the order And he did spend some time with Arthur Langtry

  But he did not really know anything about witches, per se And like so many of our members who have dealt only with hauntings, possessions, or reincarnation, he simply did not know what witches can do.

  He did not understand that the strongest manifestations of dis-carnate entities come through mortal witches There are even some suggestions that he thought the Talamasca was being archaic and silly in calling these women witches And it is very likely that though he accepted the seventeenth-century descriptions of Deborah Mayfair and her daughter Charlotte, he could not ‘relate’ this material to a clever, fashionable twentieth-century ’jazz baby’ like Stella, who seemed to be beckoning to him across the Atlantic with a smile and a wink.

  Of course the Talamasca encounters a certain amount of incredulity in all new workers in the witchcraft field The same holds true for the investigation of vampires More than one member of the order has had to see these creatures in action before he or she could believe in them. But the solution to that problem is to introduce our members to fieldwork under the guidance of experienced persons, and in cases which do not involve direct contact.

  To send an inexperienced man like Townsend to make contact with the Mayfair Witches is like sending a child directly to hell to interview the devil

  In sum Stuart Townsend went off to New Orleans unprepared and unwarned And with all due respect to those who governed the order in 1929,1 do not believe that such a thing would happen today.

  Lastly, let me add that Stuart Townsend, to the best of our knowledge, possessed no extraordinary powers. He wasn’t ’psychic,’ as they say. So he had no extrasensory weapons at his command when he confronted the foe, whom he did not even perceive to be a foe.

  Stuart’s disappearance was reported to the New Orleans police on July 25, 1929. This was a full month after his arrival in New Orleans The Talamasca had tried to reach him by telegram and by phone. Irwin Dandrich had tried to find him but in vain. The St Charles Hotel, from which Stuart claimed to have written his only letter from New Orleans, denied ever having such a person registered. No one remembered such a person ever having been there.

  Our private investigators could discover nothing to prove Town-send had ever reached New Orleans. And the police soon came to doubt that he had.

  On July 28, the authorities told our local investigators that there was nothing further that they could do. But under severe pressure both from Dandrich and from the Talamasca the police finally agreed to go to the Mayfair house and ask Stella if she had ever seen or spoken to the young man The Talamasca held out no hope at this point, but Stella surprised everyone by recalling Stuart at once.

  Yes indeed, she had met Stuart, she said, the tall Texan from England, how could she ever forget such an interesting person? They had had lunch together and later dinner, and spent an entire night in talk

  No, she couldn’t imagine what had happened to him. In fact, she became quite instantly and visibly distressed at the possibility that he had met with foul play.

  Yes, he was staying at the St Charles Hotel, he mentioned that to her, and why on earth would he he about such a thing? She began to cry Oh, she hoped nothing had happened to him In fact, she became so upset that the police almost terminated the interview. But she held them there asking questions Had they talked to the people at the Court of Two Sisters7 She’d taken Stuart there, and he’d liked it Maybe he had been back. And there was a speakeasy on Bourbon Street where they had talked early the following morning, after some more respectable place - dreadful hole1 — had kicked them out.

  The police covered these establishments Everyone knew Stella. Yes, Stella could have been there with a man Stella was always there with a man But nobody had any particular recollection of Stuart Townsend.

  Other hotels in town were canvassed No belongings of Stuart Townsend were found. Cabbies were questioned but with the same dismal lack of result

  At last the Talamasca decided to take the investigation into its own hands. Arthur Langtry sailed from London to discover what had happened to Stuart. He was conscience-stricken that he had ever agreed to let Stuart undertake this assignment alone.

  THE STORY OF STELLA CONTINUES

  Arthur Langtry’s Report

  Arthur Langtry was certainly one of the most able investigators whom the Talamasca ever produced The study of several great ’witch families’ was his lifelong work. The story of his fifty-year career with the Talamasca is one of the most interesting and amazing histories contained in our archives, and his detailed studies of the witch families with whom he became involved are some of the most valuable documents we possess.

  It is a great sadness to those of us who have been obsessed all our lives with the Mayfair Witches that Langtry was never able to devote his time to their history. And in the years before Stuart Townsend became involved, Langtry expressed his own regrets regarding the whole affair.

  But Langtry owed no one an apology for not having time or life enough for every witch family in our files.

  Nevertheless, when Stuart Townsend disappeared, Langtry felt responsible, and nothing could have kept him from sailing to Louisiana in August of 1929 As already mentioned, he blamed himself for Stuart’s disappearance, because he had not opposed Stuart’s assignment, and he had known in his heart that Stuart should not go.

  ‘I was so eager for someone to go there,’ he confessed before he left London ‘I was so eager for something to happen And of course I felt I couldn’t go And so I thought, well, maybe that strange young Texan will crack through that wall’

  Langtry was nearing seventy-four years of age at this time, a tall, gaunt man with iron gray hair, a rectangular face, and sunken eyes He had an extremely pleasant speaking voice and meticulous manners He had the usual minor infirmities of old age, but, all things considered, he was in good health.

  He had seen ’everything’ during his years of service He was a powerful psychic or medium, and he was absolutely fearless when it came to any manifestation of the supernatural But he was never rash or careless He never underestimated any sort of phenomena He was, as his own investigations show, extremely confident and extremely strong.

  As soon as he heard of Stuart’s disappearance, he became convinced that Stuart was dead Quickly rereadin
g the Mayfair material, he saw the error which the order had made.

  He arrived in New Orleans on August 28, 1929, at once registering at the St Charles Hotel and dispatching a letter home as Stuart had done He gave his name, address, and London phone number to several people at the hotel desk so that there could be no question later that he had been there He made a long distance call to the Motherhouse from his room, reporting the room number and several other particulars about his arrival.

  Then he met with one of our investigators the most competent of the private detectives in the hotel bar, charging all of the drinks to the room.

  He confirmed for himself everything that the order had already been told He was also informed that Stella was no longer cooperating with the investigation, such as it was Insisting that she didn’t know anything and couldn’t help anyone, she had at last become impatient and refused to talk to the investigators anymore.

  ‘As I said good-bye to this gentleman,’ he wrote in his report, ‘I knew for certain that I was being watched It was no more than a feeling, yet it was a profound one And I sensed that it was connected to Stuart’s disappearance, though I myself had made no inquiry regarding Stuart of any person at the hotel.

  ‘At this point I was sorely tempted to roam the premises, seeking to detect some latent indication of Stuart’s having been in this or that room But I was also deeply convinced that Stuart had not met with foul play in this hotel On the contrary, the people who were watching me, indeed, taking note of my movements and what I did, were doing so only because someone had paid them to do it I decided to contact Stella Mayfair at once’

  Langtry rang Stella from his room Though it was past four o’clock, she had obviously only just awakened when she answered her private phone Only reluctantly did she allow the subject to be reopened And it soon became obvious that she was genuinely upset.

  ‘Look, I don’t know what happened to him1’ she said, and again began to cry ‘I liked him I really did He was such a strange man We went to bed, you know’

  Langtry couldn’t think of a thing to say to such a frank admission Even her disembodied voice proved somewhat charming And he was convinced that her tears were real.

  ‘Well, we did," she continued, undaunted ‘I took him to some awful little place in the Quarter I told the police about it Anyway, I liked him, very very much! I told him not to come around this family I told him! He had the most peculiar ideas about things He didn’t know anything I told him to go away. Maybe he did go away That is what I thought happened, you know, that he simply took my advice and went away’

  Langtry implored her to help him discover what had happened He explained that he was a colleague of Townsend’s, that they had known each other very well.

  ‘Colleague? You mean you’re part of that group’

  ‘Yes, if you mean the Talamasca’

  ‘Shhh, listen to me Whoever you are, you can come on up here if you like But do it tomorrow night I’m giving a party, you see. You can just well, sort of blend in If anyone asks you who you are, which they probably won’t, just say Stella invited you Ask to speak to me But for God’s sakes don’t say anything about Townsend and don’t say the name of your whatever you call it’

  ‘Talamasca’

  ‘Yes1 Now please listen to what I’m saying There’ll be hundreds of people there, white tie to rags, you know, and do be discreet Just come up to me, and when you kiss me, whisper your name in my ear What is it again?’

  ‘Langtry Arthur’

  ‘Hmmmm Unhuh Right That’s simple enough to remember, isn’t it? Now, do be careful I can’t stay on any longer You will come, won’t you? Look, you must come!’

  Langtry averred that nothing could keep him away He asked her if she remembered the photograph on which she’d written ‘To the Talamasca, with love, Stella! P S There are others who watch, too’

  ‘Of course I remember it. Look, I can’t talk to you about this right now It was years and years ago, when I wrote that note My mother was alive then Look, you can’t imagine how bad things are for me now I’ve never been in a worse jam And I don’t know what happened to Stuart, really I don’t Look, will you please come tomorrow night?’

  ‘Yes, I shall,’ said Langtry, struggling silently to determine whether or not he was being lured into some sort of trap ‘But why must we be so circumspect about the whole arrangement, I don’t’

  ‘Darling, look,’ she said, dropping her voice, ’it’s all very nice about your organization, and your library and all your marvelous psychic investigations But don’t be a perfect fool Ours is not a world of seances and mediums and dead relatives telling you to look between the pages of the Bible for the deed to the property on Eighth Street or whatever As for the voodoo nonsense, that was a perfect scream And by the way, we do not have any Scottish ancestors We were all French My Uncle Juhen made up something about a Scottish castle he bought when we went to Europe So do forget about all that, if you please But there are things I can tell you1 That’s just the point Look, come around eight o’clock, will you7 But whatever you do, don’t be the first one to arrive Now, I’ve got to get off, you really cannot imagine how dreadful everything is just now I’ll tell you frankly I never asked to be born into this mad family! Really! There are three hundred people invited tomorrow night, and I haven’t a single friend in the world’

  She rang off.

  Langtry, who had taken down the entire conversation in shorthand, immediately copied it out in longhand, with a carbon, and posted one copy to London, going directly to the post office to do it, for he no longer trusted the situation at the hotel

  Then he went to rent a tailcoat and boded shirt for the party the following night

  ‘I am thoroughly confused,’ he had written in his letter ‘I had been certain she had a hand in getting rid of poor Stuart Now I don’t know what to think She wasn’t lying to me, I am sure of it But why is she frightened7 Of course I cannot make an intelligent appraisal of her until I see her’

  Late that afternoon, he called Irwin Dandrich, the socialite spy for hire, and asked him to have dinner at a fashionable French Quarter restaurant blocks from the hotel.

  Though Dandrich had nothing to say about Townsend’s disappearance, he appeared to enjoy the meal thoroughly, gossiping nonstop about Stella People said Stella was burning out.

  ‘You can’t drink a fifth of French brandy every day of your life and live forever,’ said Dandrich with weary, mocking gestures, as if to suggest the subject bored him, when in fact, he loved it ‘And the affair with Pierce is outrageous Why, the boy is scarcely eighteen It really is so perfectly stupid of Stella to do this Why, Cortland was her chief ally against Carlotta, and now she’s gone and seduced Cortland’s favorite son1 I don’t think Barclay or Garland much approves of the situation either And God only knows how Lionel stands it Lionel is a monomaniac and the name of his monomania is Stella, of course’

  Was Dandrich going to the party?

  ‘Wouldn’t miss it for anything in this world Bound to be some interesting pyrotechnics Stella’s forbidden Carlotta to take Antha out of the house during these affairs Carlotta is simmering Threatening to call the police if the rowdies get out of hand’

  ‘What is Carlotta like?’ asked Langtry.

  ‘She’s Mary Beth with vinegar in her veins instead of vintage wine She’s brilliant but she has no imagination She’s rich but there’s nothing she wants She’s endlessly practical and meticulous and hardworking, and an absolutely insufferable bore Of course she does take care of absolutely everything Millie Dear, Belle, little Nancy, and Antha And they have a couple of old servants up there who don’t know who they are or what they’re doing anymore, and she takes care of them, right along with everyone else Stella has herself to blame for all this, really She always did let Carlotta do the hiring and the firing, the check writing, and the shouting And what with Lionel and Cortland turning against her, well, what can she do7 No, I wouldn’t miss this party, if I were you It may be the last one
for quite some time’

  Langtry spent the following day exploring the speakeasies and the small French Quarter hotel (a dump) where Stella had taken Stuart He was plagued continuously with the strong feeling that Stuart had been in these places, that Stella’s account of their wanderings had been the complete truth.

  At seven o’clock, dressed and ready for the evening, he wrote another very short letter to the Motherhouse, which he mailed on the way to the party from the post office at Lafayette Square.

  ‘The more I think about our phone conversation, the more I’m troubled Of what is this lady so afraid7 I find it hard to believe that her sister Carlotta can really inflict harm upon her Why can’t someone hire a nurse for the troubled child7 I tell you, I find myself being drawn into this head over heels Surely that is how Stuart felt’

  Langtry had the cab drop him at Jackson and Chestnut so that he might walk the remaining two blocks to the house, approaching it from the rear.

  ‘The streets were completely blocked with automobiles People were piling in through the back garden gate, and every window in the place was lighted I could hear the shrill screams of the saxophone long before I reached the front steps

  ‘There was no one on the front door, as far as I ever saw, and I simply went in, pushing through a regular jam of young persons in the hallway, who were all smoking and laughing and greeting each other, and took no notice of me at all’

  The party did include every manner of dress, exactly as Stella had promised There were even quite a few elderly people there And Langtry found himself comfortably anonymous as he made his way to the bar in the living room where he was served a glass of extremely good champagne

  ‘There were more and more people streaming in every minute A crowd was dancing in the front portion of the room In fact, there were so many persons everywhere I looked, all chattering and laughing and drinking amid a thick bluish cloud of cigarette smoke, that I could hardly gain a fair impression of the furnishings of the room Rather lavish, I suppose, and rather like the salon of a great liner, actually, with the potted palms, and the tortured art deco lamps, and the delicate, vaguely Grecian chairs.