An Ensuing Evil and Others
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“In the presence of Bram, we fell to exchanging pleasantries about our alma mater. I noticed that Phillimore’s heart was not in exchanging such bonhomie nor, to be honest, was mine. I was impatient for the opportunity to inquire after Phillimore’s sister. Ah, let the truth be known, Watson, but only after I am not in this world.
“Love, my dear Watson. Love! I believe that you have observed that all emotions, and that one in particular, are abhorrent to my mind. This is true, and since I have become mature enough to understand, I have come to regard it as opposite to that true cold reason which I place above all things. I have never married lest I bias my judgment. Yet it was not always my intention, and this very fact is what led to my downfall, causing the tragedy which I am about to relate. Alas, Watson, if… but with an if we might place Paris in a bottle.
“As a youth I was deeply in love with Agnes Phillimore who was but a year older than I. When Jack Phillimore and I were in our first year at Trinity, I used to spend time at their town house by Stephen’s Green. I confess, it was not the company of Phillimore that I sought then but that of Agnes.
“In my maturity I could come to admire the woman, as you insist I call Irene Adler, but admiration is not akin to the deep, destructive emotional power that we call love.
“It was when Bram spotted someone across the foyer that he needed to speak to that Phillimore seized the opportunity to ask abruptly what I was doing for recreation. Hearing that I was at a loose end, he suggested that I accompany him to his father’s estate in Kerry for a few days. Colonel James Phillimore owned a large house and estate in that remote county. Phillimore said he was going down because it was his father’s fiftieth birthday. I thought at the time that he placed a singular emphasis on that fact.
“It was then that I managed to casually ask if his sister Agnes was in Dublin or in Kerry. Phillimore, of course, like most brothers, was ignorant that his sister held any attraction for the male sex, least of all one of his friends. He was nonchalant. ‘To be sure she is at Tullyfane, Holmes. Preparing for her marriage next month.’
“His glance was distracted by a man jostling through the foyer, and so he missed the effect that this intelligence had on me.
“ ‘Married?’ I gasped. ‘To whom?’
“ ‘Some professor, no less. A cove by the name of Moriarty.’
“’Moriarty?’ I asked, for the name meant little to me in that context. I knew it only as a common County Kerry name. It was an Anglicizing of the Irish name O Muircheartaigh, meaning ‘expert navigator.’
“ ‘He is our neighbor, he is quite besotted with my sister, and it seems that it is arranged that they will marry next month. A rum cove, is the professor. Good education and holds a chair of mathematics at Queens University in Belfast.’
“’Professor James Moriarty,’ I muttered savagely. Phillimore’s news of Agnes’s intentions had shattered all my illusions.
“ ‘Do you know him?’ Phillimore asked, observing my displeasure. ‘He’s all right, isn’t he? I mean… he’s not a bounder, eh?’
“ ‘I have seen him once only and that from a distance in the Kildare Street Club,’ I confessed. I had nothing against Moriarty at that time. ‘My brother Mycroft pointed him out to me. I did not meet him. Yet I have heard of his reputation. His Dynamics of an Asteroid ascended to such rarefied heights of pure mathematics that no man in the scientific press was capable of criticizing it.’
“Phillimore chuckled.
“ ‘That is beyond me. Thank God I am merely a student of theology. But it sounds as though you are an admirer.’
“ T admire intellect, Phillimore,’ I replied simply. Moriarty, as I recalled, must have been all of ten years older than Agnes. What is ten years at our age? But to me, a callow youth, I felt the age difference that existed between Agnes and James Moriarty was obscene. I explain this simply because my attitude has a bearing on my future disposition.
“’So come down with me to Tullyfane Abbey,’ pressed Phillimore, oblivious to the emotional turmoil that he had created in me.
“I was about to coldly decline the invitation when Phillimore, observing my negative expression, was suddenly very serious. He leaned closed to me and said softly: ‘You see, Holmes, old fellow, we are having increasing problems with the family ghost, and as I recall, you have a canny way of solving bizarre problems.’
“I knew enough of his character to realize that jesting was beyond his capacity.
“ ‘The family ghost?’
“ ‘A damned infernal specter that is driving my father quite out of his wits. Not to mention Agnes…
“ ‘Your father and sister are afraid of a specter?’
“ ‘Agnes is scared at the deterioration in my father’s demeanor. Seriously, Holmes, I really don’t know what to do. My sister’s letters speak of such a bizarre set of circumstances that I am inclined to think that she is hallucinating or that my father has been driven mad already’
“My inclination was to avoid opening old wounds now by meeting Agnes again. I could spend the rest of my vacation in Marsh’s Library, where they have an excellent collection of medieval cryptogram manuscripts. I hesitated-hesitated and was lost. I had to admit that I was intrigued to hear more of the matter in spite of my emotional distress, for any mystery sends the adrenaline coursing in my body.
“The very next morning I accompanied Jack Phillimore to Kingsbridge Railway Station and boarded the train to Killarney. En route he explained some of the problems.
“Tullyfane Abbey was supposed to be cursed. It was situated on the extremity of the Iveragh Peninsula in a wild and deserted spot. Tullyfane Abbey was, of course, never an abbey. It was a dignified Georgian country house. The AngloIrish gentry in the eighteenth century had a taste for the grandiose and called their houses abbeys or castles even when they were unassuming dwellings inhabited only by families of modest fortune.
“Phillimore told me that the firstborn of every generation of the lords of Tullyfane were to meet with terrible deaths on the attainment of their fiftieth birthdays even down to the seventh generation. It seems that first lord of Tullyfane had hanged a young boy for sheep stealing. The boy turned out to be innocent, and his mother, a widow who had doted on the lad as insurance for comfort in her old age, had duly uttered the curse. Whereupon, each lord of Tullyfane, for the last six generations, had met an untimely end.
“Phillimore assured me that the first lord of Tullyfane had not even been a direct ancestor of his, but that his greatgrandfather had purchased Tullyfane Abbey when the owner, concerned at the imminent prospect of departing this life on his fiftieth birthday, decided to sell and depart for healthier climes in England. This sleight of hand of ownership had not prevented Jack’s greatgrandfather, General Phillimore, from falling off his horse and breaking his neck on his fiftieth birthday. Jack’s grandfather, a redoubtable judge, was shot on his fiftieth birthday. The local inspector of the Royal Irish Constabulary had assumed that his untimely demise could be ascribed more to his profession than to the paranormal. Judges and policemen often experienced sudden terminations to their careers in a country where they were considered part of the colonial occupation by ordinary folk.
“ ‘I presume your father, Colonel James Phillimore, is now approaching his fiftieth birthday and hence his alarm?’ I asked Phillimore as the train rolled through the Tipperary countryside toward the Kerry border.
“Phillimore nodded slowly.
“’My sister has, in her letters, written that she has heard the specter crying at night. She reports that my father has even witnessed the apparition, the form of a young boy, crying on the turret of the abbey.’
“I raised my eyebrows unintentionally.
“ ‘Seen as well as heard?’ I demanded. ‘And by two witnesses? Well, I can assure you that there is nothing in this world that exists unless it is due to some scientifically explainable reason.’
“’Nothing in this world,’ muttered Phillimore. ‘But what of the next?’
“ ‘My father is stubborn, Holmes. He will not quit the place, for he has sunk every penny he has into it apart from our town house in Dublin. If it were me, I would sell it to Moriarty and leave the accursed spot.’
“ ‘Sell it to Moriarty? Why him, particularly?’
“ ‘He offered to buy Father out in order to help resolve the situation.’
“ ‘Rather magnanimous of him,’ I observed. ‘Presumably he has no fear of the curse?’
“ ‘He reckons that the curse would only be directed at AngloIrish families like us, while he, being a pure Milesian, a Gael of the Gaels, so to speak, would be immune to the curse.’
“Colonel Phillimore had sent a caleche to Killarney Station to bring Phillimore and me to Tullyfane Abbey. The old colonel was clearly not in the best of spirits when he greeted us in the library. I noticed his hand shook a little as he raised it to greet me.
“ ‘Friend of Jack’s, eh? Yes, I remember you. One of the Galway Holmeses. Mycroft Holmes is your brother? Works for Lord Hartington, eh? Chief Secretary, eh?’
“He had an irritating manner of putting eh after each telegraphic phrase as a punctuation.
“It was then that Agnes Phillimore came in to welcome us. God, Watson, I was young and ardent in those days. Even now, as I look back with a more critical eye and colder blood, I acknowledge that she was rare and wonderful in her beauty. She held out her hand to me with a smile, but I saw at once that it lacked the warmth and friendship that I thought it had once held for me alone. Her speech was reserved, and she greeted me as a distant friend. Perhaps she had grown into a woman while I held to her image with boyish passion? It was impossible for me to acknowledge this at that time, but the passion was all on my side. Ah, immature youth, what else is there to say?
“We dined in somber mode that evening. Somber for me because I was wrestling with life’s cruel realities; somber for the Phillimores because of the curse that hung over the house. We were just finishing the dessert when Agnes suddenly froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. Then Colonel Phillimore dropped his spoon with a crash on his plate and gave a piteous moan.
“In the silence that followed I heard it plainly. It was the sound of a sobbing child. It seemed to echo all around the room. Even Jack Phillimore looked distracted.
“I pushed back my chair and stood up, trying to pinpoint the direction from which the sounds came.
“ ‘What lies directly beneath this dining room?’ I demanded of the colonel. He was white in the face, too far gone with shock to answer me.
“I turned to Jack Phillimore. He replied with some nervousness.
“ ‘The cellars, Holmes.’
“’Come, then,’ I cried, grabbing a candelabra from the table and striding swiftly to the door.
“As I reached the door, Agnes stamped her foot twice on the floor as if agitated.
“ ‘Really, Mr. Holmes,’ she cried, ‘you cannot do battle with an ethereal being!’
“I paused in the doorway to smile briefly at her.
“ ‘I doubt that I shall find an ethereal being, Miss Phillimore.’
“Jack Phillimore led the way to the cellar, and we searched it thoroughly, finding nothing.
“ ‘What did you expect to find?’ demanded Phillimore, seeing my disappointment as we returned to the dining room.
‘”A small boy, corporeal in form and not a spirit,’ I replied firmly.
“ ‘Would that it were so,’ Agnes greeted our return without disguising her look of satisfaction that I could produce no physical entity in explanation. ‘Do you not think that I have caused this house to be searched time and time again? My father is on the verge of madness. I do believe that he has come to the end of his composure. I fear for what he might do to himself’.
“’And the day after tomorrow is his fiftieth birthday,’ added Phillimore soberly.
“We were standing in the entrance to the dining room when Malone, the aging butler, answered a summons to the front door by the jangle of the bell.
“ ‘It’s a Professor Moriarty,’ he intoned.
“Moriarty was tall and thin, with a forehead domed in a white curve and deeply set eyes. His face protruded forward and had a curious habit of slowly oscillating from side to side in what, in the harsh judgment of my youth, I felt to be a curiously reptilian fashion. I suppose, looking back, he was handsome in a way and somewhat distinguished. He had been young for his professorship, and there was no doubting the sharpness of his mind and intellect.
“Agnes greeted him with warmth while Phillimore was indifferent. As for myself, I felt I had to suppress my ill humor. He had come to join us for coffee and brandy and made sympathetic overtures to the colonel over his apparent state of ill health.
“’My offer still stands, dear sir,’ he said. ‘Best be rid of the abbey and the curse in one fell swoop. Not, of course, that you would lose it entirely, for when Agnes and I are married, you will always be a welcome guest here….’
“Colonel Phillimore actually growled. A soft rumbling sound in the back of his throat, like an animal at bay and goaded into response.
“ ‘I intend to see this through. I refuse to be chased out of my home by a specter when Akbar Khan and his screaming Afghans could not budge me from the fort at Peiwar Pass. No, sir. Here I intend to stay and see my fiftieth birthday through.’
“’I think you should at least consider James’s offer, Father,’ Agnes rebuked him. ‘This whole business is affecting your nerves. Better get rid of the place and move to Dublin.’
“ ‘Nonsense!’ snapped her father. I shall see it through. I will hear no more.’
“We went to bed early that night, and I confess, I spent some time analyzing my feelings for Agnes before dropping into a dozing slumber.
“The crying woke me. I hauled on a dressing gown and hastened to the window through which a full white moon sent its soft light. The cry was like a banshee’s wail. It seemed to be coming from above me. I hastened from the room and in the corridor outside I came across Jack Phillimore, similarly attired in a dressing gown. His face looked ghastly.
“ ‘Tell me that I am not dreaming, Holmes,’ he cried.
“ ‘Not unless we share a dream,’ I replied tersely. “ ‘Do you have a revolver?’
“He looked startled.
“ ‘What do you hope to achieve with a revolver?’ he demanded.
“ T think it might be efficacious in dealing with ghosts, ghouls, and apparitions.’ I smiled thinly.
“Phillimore shook his head.
“ ‘The guns are locked below in the gun room. My father has the key.’
“ ‘Ah well,’ I replied in resignation, ‘we can probably proceed without them. This crying is emanating from above. What’s up there?’
“ ‘The turret room. That’s where Father said he saw the apparition before.’
“ ‘Lead me to the turret room, then.’
“Spurred on by the urgency of my tone, Phillimore turned to lead the way. We flew up the stairs of a circular tower and emerged onto a flat roof. At the far end of the building rose a similar, though larger, tower or, more accurately, a round turret. Encircling it, ten feet above the roof level there ran a small balcony.
“’My God!’ cried Phillimore, halting so abruptly that I cannoned in to him.
“It took me a moment to recover before I saw what had caused his distress. On this balcony there stood the figure of a small boy. He was clearly lit in the bright moonlight and yet, yet I will tell you no lie, Watson, his entire body and clothes glowed with a strange luminescence. The boy it was who was letting out the eerie, wailing sounds.
“ ‘Do you see it, Holmes?’ cried Phillimore.
“ ‘I see the young rascal, whoever he is!’ I yelled, running toward the tower over the flat roof.
“I reached the base of the tower and looked for a way to scramble up to the balcony. There was only one way of egress from the roof. A small door in the tower which seemed clearly barred on the inside.
“ ‘Come, Phillimore, the child is escaping!’ I cried in frustration.
“ ‘Escaping, eh?’ It was the colonel who emerged out of the darkness behind us. His face was ashen. He was clad only in his pajamas. ‘Specters don’t need to escape, eh! No, sir! Now that you have seen it, too, I can say I am not mad. At least, not mad, eh?’
“ ‘How do I get into the turret?’ I demanded, ignoring the colonels ranting.
“ ‘Boarded up for years, Holmes,’ Phillimore explained, moving to support his frail father for fear the old man might topple over. ‘There’s no way anyone could have entered or left it.’
“ ‘Someone did,’ I affirmed. ‘That was no specter. I think this has been arranged. I think you should call in the police.’
“The colonel refused to speak further of the matter and retired to bed. I spent most of the night checking the approaches to the turret room and was forced to admit that all means of entrance and exit seemed perfectly secured. But I was sure that when I started to run across the roof toward the tower, the boy had bobbed away with such a startled expression that no selfrespecting ghost in the middle of haunting would have assumed.
“The next morning, over breakfast, I was forceful in my exhortations to the colonel that he should put the matter forthwith in the hands of the local police. I told him that I had no doubts that some bizarre game was afoot. The colonel had recovered some of his equilibrium and listened attentively to my arguments.
“Surprisingly, the opposition came from Agnes. She was still in favor of her father departing the house and putting an end to the curse.
“We were just finishing breakfast when Malone announced the arrival of Professor Moriarty.