Living

multitude had eyes only
sufferer
room, another multitude, in infinite anguish, watched the woman as she hunted with greedy eyes for something
find
They crowded about Plattner, they came across his sight and buffeted his face, the noise
unavailing regrets was all about him
clearly only
At other times the picture quivered dimly,
veil of green reflections upon their movements
room it must
very still, and Plattner says the candle flame streamed up into
perfectly vertical line of smoke, but
ears each footfall and its echoes beat like
clap of thunder
faces ! Two, more particularly near the woman's: one
woman's also, white and clear-featured,
face which
once been cold and hard, but
now softened
touch of
wisdom strange to earth
The other
the woman's father
Both were evidently absorbed
contemplation of some act of hateful meanness, so it seemed, which
no longer guard against and prevent
Behind were others, teachers, it
, who had taught ill, friends whose influence had failed
And over the man, too--a multitude, but none that seemed
parents or teachers ! Faces that might once
coarse, now purged to strength by sorrow ! And
forefront one face,
girlish one, neither angry nor remorseful, but merely patient and weary, and, as it seemed to Plattner, waiting for relief
His powers of description fail him
memory
multitude of ghastly countenances
They gathered
stroke
bell
them all
space of
second
It would seem that
so worked on by his excitement that, quite involuntarily, his restless fingers took the bottle of green powder out
pocket and held it before him
But
remember that

Abruptly the footsteps ceased
He waited
next, and
silence, and then suddenly, cutting
unexpected stillness like
keen, thin blade, came the first stroke
bell
At
multitudinous faces swayed to and fro, and
louder crying began all about him
The woman
hear; she was burning something now
candle flame
second stroke everything grew dim, and
breath of wind, icy cold, blew
host of watchers
They swirled about him like an eddy of dead leaves
spring, and
third stroke something was extended through them
bed
heard of
beam of light
like
beam of darkness, and looking again at it, Plattner saw
shadowy arm and hand

The green sun was now topping the black desolations
horizon,
vision
room was very faint
Plattner
white
bed struggled, and was convulsed; and
woman looked round over her shoulder at it, startled

The cloud of watchers lifted high like
puff of green dust
wind, and swept swiftly downward towards the temple
gorge
Then suddenly Plattner understood the meaning
shadowy black arm that stretched across his shoulder and clutched its prey
dare turn his head
the Shadow behind the arm
With
violent effort, and covering his eyes, he set himself to run, made, perhaps, twenty strides, then slipped on
boulder, and fell
He fell forward
hands;
bottle smashed and exploded as he touched the ground

In another moment
himself, stunned and bleeding, sitting
with Lidgett
old walled garden behind the school

* * * * *
There the story of Plattner's experiences ends
resisted, I believe successfully, the natural disposition of
writer of fiction to dress up incidents
sort
told the thing as far as possible
order
Plattner told it
carefully avoided any attempt at style, effect, or construction
It
easy, for instance,
worked the scene
death-bed into
kind of plot
Plattner
involved
But, quite apart
objectionableness of falsifying
most extraordinary true story, any such trite devices would spoil, to my mind, the peculiar effect
dark world, with its livid green illumination and its drifting Watchers
Living, which, unseen and unapproachable
, is yet lying all about us

It remains to add that
death did actually occur in Vincent Terrace, just beyond the school garden, and,
as
proved,
moment of Plattner's return
Deceased was
rate-collector and insurance agent
His widow, who was much younger than himself, married last month
Mr Whymper,
veterinary surgeon of Allbeeding
portion
story given here has in various forms circulated orally in Sussexville, she has consented to my use of her name, on condition that I make it distinctly known that she emphatically contradicts every detail of Plattner's account of her husband's last moments
She burnt no will, she says, although Plattner never accused her of
; her husband made but one will,
just after their marriage
Certainly, from
man who had never seen it, Plattner's account
furniture
room was curiously accurate

One other thing, even
risk of an irksome repetition,
insist upon, lest I seem to favour the credulous, superstitious view
Plattner's absence
world for nine days is,
, proved
But
prove his story
quite conceivable that even outside space hallucinations
possible
That,
, the reader must bear distinctly in mind
