The Beetle by Richard Marsh (read e books online free txt) đ
Description
The Beetle was published in 1897, the same year as Draculaâand outsold it six to one that year. Like Dracula, the novel is steeped in the evil mysteries of an ancient horror: in this case, a mysterious ancient Egyptian creature bent on revenge.
The story is told through the sequential points of view of a group of middle-class Victorians who find themselves enmeshed in the creatureâs plot. The creature, in the guise of an Egyptian man, appears in London seeking revenge against a popular member of Parliament. They soon find out that it can shape shift into other things, including women; that it can control minds and use hypnosis; and that it wonât stop at anything to get the revenge it seeks. The heroes are soon caught in a whirlwind of chase scenes, underground laboratories, secret cults, and more as they race to foil the creature.
While The Beetle didnât earn the lasting popularity of Stokerâs counterpart, it remains a strange and unique morsel of Victorian sensationalist fiction.
Read free book «The Beetle by Richard Marsh (read e books online free txt) đ» - read online or download for free at americanlibrarybooks.com
- Author: Richard Marsh
Read book online «The Beetle by Richard Marsh (read e books online free txt) đ». Author - Richard Marsh
âBy God, Lessingham, thereâs more in you than I thought. After all, you are a man. Thereâs some holding power in those wrists of yoursâ âtheyâve nearly broken my neck. When this business is finished, I should like to put on the gloves with you, and fight it out. Youâre clean wasted upon politicsâ âDamn it, man, give me your hand!â
Mr. Lessingham did not give him his hand. Atherton took itâ âand gave it a hearty shake with both of his.
If the first paroxysm of his passion had passed, Lessingham was still sufficiently stern.
âBe so good as not to trifle, Mr. Atherton. If what you say is correct, and the wretch to whom you allude really has Miss Lindon at her mercy, then the woman I loveâ âand whom you also pretend to love!â âstands in imminent peril not only of a ghastly death, but of what is infinitely worse than death.â
âThe deuce she does!â Atherton wheeled round towards me. âChampnell, havenât you got that dashed hat of yours yet? Donât stand there like a tailorâs dummy, keeping me on tenterhooksâ âmove yourself! Iâll tell you all about it in the cab.â âAnd, Lessingham, if youâll come with us Iâll tell you too.â
XXXVI What the Tidings WereThree in a hansom cab is not, under all circumstances, the most comfortable method of conveyanceâ âwhen one of the trio happens to be Sydney Atherton in one of his âmoments of excitementâ it is distinctly the opposite; as, on that occasion, Mr. Lessingham and I both quickly found. Sometimes he sat on my knees, sometimes on Lessinghamâs, and frequently, when he unexpectedly stood up, and all but precipitated himself on to the horseâs back, on nobodyâs. In the eagerness of his gesticulations, first he knocked off my hat, then he knocked off Lessinghamâs, then his own, then all three togetherâ âonce, his own hat rolling into the mud, he sprang into the road, without previously going through the empty form of advising the driver of his intention, to pick it up. When he turned to speak to Lessingham, he thrust his elbow into my eye; and when he turned to speak to me, he thrust it into Lessinghamâs. Never, for one solitary instant, was he at rest, or either of us at ease. The wonder is that the gymnastics in which he incessantly indulged did not sufficiently attract public notice to induce a policeman to put at least a momentary period to our progress. Had speed not been of primary importance I should have insisted on the transference of the expedition to the somewhat wider limits of a four-wheeler.
His elucidation of the causes of his agitation was apparently more comprehensible to Lessingham than it was to me. I had to piece this and that together under considerable difficulties. By degrees I did arrive at something like a clear notion of what had actually taken place.
He commenced by addressing Lessinghamâ âand thrusting his elbow into my eye.
âDid Marjorie tell you about the fellow she found in the street?â Up went his arm to force the trap-door open overheadâ âand off went my hat. âNow then, William Henry!â âlet her go!â âif you kill the horse Iâll buy you another!â
We were already going much faster than, legally, we ought to have doneâ âbut that, seemingly to him was not a matter of the slightest consequence. Lessingham replied to his inquiry.
âShe did not.â
âYou know the fellow I saw coming out of your drawing-room window?â
âYes.â
âWell, Marjorie found him the morning after in front of her breakfast-room windowâ âin the middle of the street. Seems he had been wandering about all night, unclothedâ âin the rain and the mud, and all the rest of itâ âin a condition of hypnotic trance.â
âWho is the âž» gentleman you are alluding to?â
âSays his nameâs Holt, Robert Holt.â
âHolt?â âIs he an Englishman?â
âVery much soâ âCity quill-driver out of a shopâ âstony broke absolutely! Got the chuck from the casual wardâ âwouldnât let him inâ âhouse full, and that sort of thingâ âpoor devil! Pretty passes you politicians bring men to!â
âAre you sure?â
âOf what?â
âAre you sure that this man, Robert Holt, is the same person whom, as you put it, you saw coming out of my drawing-room window?â
âSure!â âOf course Iâm sure!â âThink I didnât recognise him?â âBesides, there was the manâs own taleâ âowned to it himselfâ âbesides all the rest, which sent one rushing Fulham way.â
âYou must remember, Mr. Atherton, that I am wholly in the dark as to what has happened. What has the man, Holt, to do with the errand on which we are bound?â
âAm I not coming to it? If you would let me tell the tale in my own way I should get there in less than no time, but you will keep on cutting inâ âhow the deuce do you suppose Champnell is to make head or tail of the business if you will persist in interrupting?â âMarjorie took the beggar inâ âhe told his tale to herâ âshe sent for meâ âthat was just now; caught me on the steps after I had been lunching with Dora Grayling. Holt re-dished his yarnâ âI smelt a ratâ âsaw that a connection possibly existed between the thief whoâd been playing confounded conjuring tricks off on to me and this interesting party down Fulham wayâ ââ
âWhat party down Fulham way?â
âThis friend of Holtâsâ âam I not telling you? There you are, you seeâ âwonât let me finish! When Holt slipped through the windowâ âwhich is the most sensible thing he seems to have done; if Iâd been in his shoes Iâd have slipped through forty windows!â âdusky coloured charmer caught him on the hopâ âdoctored himâ âsent him out to commit burglary by deputy. I said to Holt, âShow us this agreeable little crib, young man.â Holt was gameâ âthen Marjorie chipped inâ âshe wanted to go and see it too. I said, âYouâll be sorry if you do,ââ âthat settled it! After that sheâd have gone if sheâd diedâ âI never did have a persuasive way with women. So off we toddled, Marjorie, Holt, and I, in a growlerâ âspotted the crib in less than no timeâ âinvited ourselves in by the kitchen windowâ âhouse seemed empty. Presently Holt became hypnotised before my eyesâ âthe
Comments (0)