” It was not a dream,” I said angrily. ” Of one thing I am certain, it was not a dream. There was someone in my room. I did not imagine it.”
Somewhere in the house a clock struck one, and almost immediately Luke appeared on the landing above us.
“What’s the commotion?” he asked, yawning.
” Catherine has been … upset.”
” There was someone in my room.”
” Burglars?”
” No, I don’t think so. It was someone dressed as a monk.”
” My dear,” said Ruth gently, ” you’ve been going to the Abbey and letting yourself get imaginative there. It’s an eerie place. Don’t go there again. It obviously upsets you.”
” I keep telling you that there was actually someone in my room. This person had drawn the curtain about my bed so that I shouldn’t see his departure.”
” Drawn the curtain about your bed? I expect Mary Jane did that.”
” She did not. I have told her not to. No, the person who was playing this joke—if it was a joke—drew it.”
I saw Ruth and Luke exchange glances, and I knew that they were thinking I was obsessed by the Abbey; clearly I was the victim of one of those vivid nightmares which hang about when one wakes and seem a part of reality.
” It was not a dream,” I insisted fervently. ” Someone came into my room. Perhaps it was meant to be a joke …” 123 I looked from Ruth to Luke; would either of them play such a stupid trick? Who else could have done it? Sir Matthew? Aunt Sarah? The apparition which had flitted across my room, quietly closing the door after it, must have been agile.
” You should go back to bed,” said Ruth. ” You should not let a nightmare disturb you.”
Go back to bed. Try to sleep. Perhaps to be awakened by that figure at the bottom of my bed! It had merely stood there this time and looked at me. What would it do next? How could I sleep peacefully again in that room?
Luke yawned. Clearly he thought it strange that I should wake them because of a dream.
“Come along,” said Ruth gently and, as she slipped her arm through mine, I remembered that I was in my night dress and presented an unconventional sight to the pair of them.
Luke said: ” Good night,” and went back to his room, so that I was left alone with Ruth.
” My dear Catherine,” she said as she drew me along the corridor, ” you really are scared.”
“It was … horrible. To think of being watched while I was asleep, like that.”
” I’ve had one or two alarming nightmares myself. I know the impression they leave.”
” But I keep telling you, I was not asleep.”
She did not answer as she threw open the door of my room. The current of air disturbed the drawn bed curtain; and I remembered the draught I had felt, and I was certain then chat someone had crept silently into my room, and drawn the curtain along one side of the bed before taking a stand there at the foot of it.
All human actions. Some person in this house had done this to me.
Why should this person wish to frighten me, knowing of my condition?
” You see,” I said, ” the curtain is drawn at the side of the bed. It was not like that when I went to sleep.”
” Mary-Jane must have done it.”
” Why should she come back after I had said good night to her, to draw a curtain which I had expressly asked should not be drawn?”
Ruth lifted her shoulders.
“Lie down,” she said.
“Why, you are cold. You should have put something on.”
” There wasn’t time. I didn’t think of it in any case. I was after .. whoever it was. I thought I might catch a glimpse of the way it went.
But when I came out there was nothing … nothing. I wonder if it’s still here … watching … listening …”
” Come, lie down. It can’t be here because it was part of your dream.”
” But I know when I am awake and when I’m asleep.”
” I’m going to light your candles. You’ll feel better then.”
” The moon is so bright. I do not need candles.”
” Perhaps it is better not to light them. I’m always afraid of fire.”
She drew back the bed curtains and sat by the side of the bed.
” You with be cold,” I said.
” I don’t like to leave you while you are so disturbed,” she replied.
I was ashamed to ask her to stay, and yet I felt afraid. But I was so convinced that what I had seen was no apparition that I was certain, if I locked my door on the inside, it could not come again to my room.
” I’m all right,” I said. ” I don’t need company.”
She rose smiling.
“It is not like you to be afraid of dreams.”
” Oh dear! Why can’t you believe me? I know it was not a dream,” I told her.
“Someone is playing a trick on me.”
“A dangerous trick .. on a woman in your condition.”
” It is someone who gives no thought to my danger.”
She lifted her shoulders and the gesture was disbelieving.
” I am sorry to have disturbed you like this,” I said. ” Please go back to your room.”
” If you are sure …”
I got out of bed and reached for my dressing-gown.
” Where are you going?” she asked.
“To lock the door when you have gone. If I lock that and the one which leads to the powder-room, and the door of the powder-room which opens on to the corridor. I shall feel safe.”
” If you can only feel safe like that you must, but, Catherine, who in this place would do such a thing? You must have been dreaming.”
” So I could believe,” I said, ” but for the fact that I felt the draught from the door and heard it shut, and the apparition had had the foresight to draw that curtain on one side of my bed. I should think apparitions are rarely so practical.”
I was losing a little of my fear. It was strange that a human enemy was much less alarming than a supernatural one.
I had not then begun to ask myself the all-important question: Why?
“Well, I will say good night,” Ruth said.
“If you are sure …”
” I am all right now.”
” Good night, Catherine. If you should have any more .. alarms, remember I am not very far away … only on the next floor. And Luke is near too.”
” I’ll remember.”
When she had gone I locked the door after her and made sure the door of the powder-room which opened on to the corridor was also locked on the inside.
I went back to bed, but not to sleep. I should not be able to sleep until daylight.
I turned the question over and over in my mind. Who had done this, and why? It was no ordinary practical joke. The person who had done this had meant to terrify me. I was not the sort of woman to be easily terrified, but the most strong-minded must be upset by seeing such a vision at the foot of their bed. And I was a woman, known to be pregnant1 felt the menace then. Someone was plotting evil. It might be only indirectly aimed at me because of the precious burden I carried.
One prospective master of the Revels had died violently; was something being plotted against another?
That was the beginning of my period of terror.
Chapter 5
I awoke soon after six o’clock the next morning, rose and unlocked my door; then I returned to bed and fell asleep to be awakened by Mary-Jane at my bedside with a breakfast- tray.
” Mrs. Grantley said you should have a rest this morning,” she told me. i started out of a deep sleep, remembering the horror of the previous night; I must have stared at Mary-Jane for she looked slightly alarmed.
In those first moments of waking I had half expected her to turn into a black-clad apparition.
” Oh … thank you, Mary-Jane,” I stammered.
She propped me up with pillows and helped me on with my bed-jacket.
Then she placed the tray on my knees.
” Is there anything else, madam?”
She was unlike herself, almost anxious to get out of the room. As she went I thought: Good heavens, has she heard already!
I sat up, sipping my tea. I could not eat. The whole thing had come back to me vividly in all its horror; I found that my eyes kept straying to the foot of my bed.
Realising it was no use trying to eat, I put aside the breakfast-tray and lay back thinking about last night, trying to assure myself that I had imagined it all. The draught . the bed curtain. Had I walked in my sleep? Had I opened the door? Had I myself drawn the bed curtain?
” Gabriel,” ( murmured, ” did you walk in your sleep?”
I was trembling, so I hastily pulled myself together.
There was a logical explanation of my horrific adventure There was always a logical explanation, and I had to find it.
I got out of bed and rang for hot water. Mary Jane brought it and set it in the powder-room. I did not speak to her in my usual friendly way. My mind was too full of what had happened on the previous night and I did not want to talk about that with her . or anyone . just yet.
While I was finishing dressing there was a knock on my door and when I called, ” Come in,” Ruth entered. She said:
” Good morning, Catherine,” and looked at me anxiously ” How are you feeling this morning?”
” A little weary.”
“Yes, you look it. It was a disturbed night.”
” For you too, I’m afraid. I’m sorry I made such a fuss.”
” It doesn’t matter. You were really scared. I’m glad you did waken me if it helped at all.”
” Yes, it did help. I had to talk to somebody … real.”
” The best thing we can do is to try to forget it. I know how that sort of thing can hang about, though. I think Deverel Smith ought to give you something to make you sleep tonight You’ll feel all the better for a good night’s sleep.”
I was not going to argue with her any more, because I could see it was useless. She had made ur> her mind that 1 127 had been the victim of a nightmare, and nothing would change it.
I said: ” Thanks so much for sending up my breakfast.”
She grimaced. ” I saw Mary-Jane taking the tray away. You didn’t eat much of it.”
” I had several cups of tea.”
” You have to take care, remember. What do you plan to do this morning?”
” Perhaps a little walk.”
“Well, I shouldn’t go too far and … don’t mind my saying this, Catherine…. I should keep away from the Abbey for a while.”
A faint smile curved her lips; it might have been apologetic. I was not sure, for Ruth only seemed to smile with her lips.
She left me and I went downstairs on my way out. I felt I wanted to get away from the house. I wished that I could ride out on to the moors, but I had given up riding and had cur tailed my walking considerably.
As I came down to the hall Luke was coming in. He was in riding kit and looked surprisingly like Gabriel so that for a moment as he stood in shadow I could believe he was Gabriel. I gave a little gasp my nerves had certainly been affected by what had happened and I seemed to be expecting to see strange things.
“Hallo,” he said.
“Seen any more hobgoblins?”
He grinned and his careless unconcern gave me a twinge of alarm.
I tried to speak lightly. ” Once was enough.”
“A hooded monk!” he murmured.
“Poor Catherine, you were in a state.”
” I’m sorry I disturbed you.”
” Don’t be sorry. Any time you need assistance, call me. I’ve never been attracted to monks anyway. All that fasting, hair shirts ceilbacy and so on…. Seems to me so unnecessary. I like good food, fine linen and beautiful women. There’s nothing of the monk about me. So if you want any help in tackling them, I’m your man.”
He was mocking me, and I had come to the conclusion that the best way to treat the affair was lightly. My own opinions would not change, but it was no use trying to force them on others.
He and his mother were persisting in the belief that I had experienced a particularly terrifying nightmare. I would not 128 seek to change that opinion. But nevertheless I was going to find out who in this house had played such a cruel trick on me.
” Thank you,” I said, trying to speak as lightly as he had. ” I’ll remember that.”
” It’s a pleasant morning,” he said. ” A pity you can’t ride. There’s just that nip of autumn in the air to make riding a pleasure; However, perhaps before long …”
” I’ll manage without,” I told him; and as I passed him his smile was enigmatic and I had a feeling that he was picturing me as I had looked in my dishabille the night before. I remembered then that Hagar Redvers had said he was like his grandfather, and Sir Matthew had an eye for women.
I passed out into the open air. It was wonderful what fresh air could do. My fear evaporated and as I walked among the beds of chrysanthemums and Michaelmas daisies I felt capable of tackling any menace that might present itself.
If you believe that was a human being playing a trick, I told myself, all you have to do is search your room and the powder-room before retiring and lock doors and windows. Then if you are disturbed by apparitions you will know that they are of the supernatural class.