athwart the space and fell. The shouts sounded like
English, there was a reiteration of "Wake!" He
heard some indistinct
shrill cry, and
abruptly the
three men began laughing.
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed one--a red-haired man in
a short
purple robe. "When the Sleeper wakes--
__When!__
He turned his eyes full of
merriment along the passage.
His face changed, the whole man changed,
became rigid. The other two turned
swiftly at his
exclamation and stood
motionless. Their faces
assumed an expression of
consternation, an expression
that deepened into awe.
Suddenly Graham's knees bent beneath him, his arm
against the
pillar collapsed limply, he staggered
forward and fell upon his face.
CHAPTER IV
THE SOUND OF A TUMULT
Graham's last
impression before he fainted was of
a
clamorous ringing of bells. He
learnt afterwards that
he was
insensible,
hanging between life and death, for
the better part of an hour. When he recovered his
senses, he was back on his translucent couch, and
there was a
stirringwarmth at heart and
throat. The
dark
apparatus, he perceived, had been removed from
his arm, which was bandaged. The white framework
was still about him, but the
greenishtransparentsubstance that had filled it was
altogether gone. A man
in a deep
violet robe, one of those who had been on
the
balcony, was looking
keenly into his face.
Remote but
insistent was a clamour of bells and
confused sounds, that suggested to his mind the
picture of a great number of people shouting together.
Something seemed to fall across this
tumult, a
door suddenly closed.
Graham moved his head. "What does this all
mean?" he said slowly. "Where am I?"
He saw the red-haired man who had been first to
discover him. A voice seemed to be asking what he
had said, and was
abruptly stilled.
The man in
violet answered in a soft voice, speaking
English with a
slightly foreign
accent, or so at least
it seemed to the Sleeper's ears, "You are quite safe.
You were brought
hither from where you fell asleep.
It is quite safe. You have been here some time--
sleeping. In a trance."
He said something further that Graham could not
hear, and a little phial was handed across to him.
Graham felt a cooling spray, a
fragrant mist played
over his
forehead for a moment, and his sense of
refreshment increased. He closed his eyes in satisfaction.
" Better?" asked the man in
violet, as Graham's
eyes reopened. He was a pleasant-faced man of
thirty, perhaps, with a
pointed flaxen beard, and a
clasp of gold at the neck of his
violet robe.
"Yes," said Graham.
"You have been asleep some time. In a cataleptic
trance. You have heard? Catalepsy? It may seem
strange to you at first, but I can assure you everything
is well."
Graham did not answer, but these words served
their reassuring purpose. His eyes went from face
to face of the three people about him. They were
regarding him
strangely. He knew he ought to be
somewhere in Cornwall, but he could not square these
things with that
impression.
A matter that had been in his mind during his last
waking moments at Boscastle recurred, a thing resolved
upon and somehow neglected. He cleared his