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The Beetle was published in 1897, the same year as Draculaāand 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 creatureās 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 wonāt 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 didnāt earn the lasting popularity of Stokerās counterpart, it remains a strange and unique morsel of Victorian sensationalist fiction.
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āAlone?ā
āAlone!ā āAm I not telling you?ā āGreat Scott, Lessingham, in the House of Commons they must be hazy to think you smart! I said, āIāll send the first sane soul I meet to keep you company.ā As luck would have it, I never met oneā āonly kids, and a baker, who wouldnāt leave his cart, or take it with him either. Iād covered pretty nearly two miles before I came across a peelerā āand when I did the man was crackedā āand he thought me mad, or drunk, or both. By the time Iād got myself within nodding distance of being run in for obstructing the police in the execution of their duty, without inducing him to move a single one of his twenty-four-inch feet, Holt was out of sight. So, since all my pains in his direction were clean thrown away, there was nothing left for me but to scurry back to Marjorieā āso I scurried, and I found the house empty, no one there, and Marjorie gone.ā
āBut, I donāt quite followā āā
Atherton impetuously declined to allow Mr. Lessingham to conclude.
āOf course you donāt quite follow, and youāll follow still less if you will keep getting in front. I went upstairs and downstairs, inside and outā āshouted myself hoarse as a crowā ānothing was to be seen of Marjorieā āor heard; until, as I was coming down the stairs for about the five-and-fiftieth time, I stepped on something hard which was lying in the passage. I picked it upā āit was a ring; this ring. Its shape is not just what it wasā āIām not as light as gossamer, especially when I come jumping down stairs six at a timeā ābut whatās left of it is here.ā
Sydney held something in front of him. Mr. Lessingham wriggled to one side to enable him to see. Then he made a snatch at it.
āItās mine!ā
Sydney dodged it out of his reach.
āWhat do you mean, itās yours?ā
āItās the ring I gave Marjorie for an engagement ring. Give it me, you hound!ā āunless you wish me to do you violence in the cab.ā
With complete disregard of the limitations of spaceā āor of my comfortā āLessingham thrust him vigorously aside. Then gripping Sydney by the wrist, he seized the gaudā āSydney yielding it just in time to save himself from being precipitated into the street. Ravished of his treasure, Sydney turned and surveyed the ravisher with something like a glance of admiration.
āHang me, Lessingham, if I donāt believe there is some warm blood in those fishlike veins of yours. Please the piper, Iāll live to fight you after allā āwith the bare ones, sir, as a gentleman should do.ā
Lessingham seemed to pay no attention to him whatever. He was surveying the ring, which Sydney had trampled out of shape, with looks of the deepest concern.
āMarjorieās ring!ā āThe one I gave her! Something serious must have happened to her before she would have dropped my ring, and left it lying where it fell.ā
Atherton went on.
āThatās it!ā āWhat has happened to her!ā āIāll be dashed if I know!ā āWhen it was clear that there she wasnāt, I tore off to find out where she was. Came across old Lindonā āhe knew nothing;ā āI rather fancy I startled him in the middle of Pall Mall, when I left he stared after me like one possessed, and his hat was lying in the gutter. Went homeā āshe wasnāt there. Asked Dora Graylingā āsheād seen nothing of her. No one had seen anything of herā āshe had vanished into air. Then I said to myself, āYouāre a first-class idiot, on my honour! While youāre looking for her, like a lost sheep, the betting is that the girlās in Holtās friendās house the whole jolly time. When you were there, the chances are that sheād just stepped out for a stroll, and that now sheās back again, and wondering where on earth youāve gone!ā So I made up my mind that Iād fly back and seeā ābecause the idea of her standing on the front doorstep looking for me, while I was going off my nut looking for her, commended itself to what I call my sense of humour; and on my way it struck me that it would be the part of wisdom to pick up Champnell, because if there is a man who can be backed to find a needle in any amount of haystacks it is the great Augustus.ā āThat horse has moved itself after all, because here we are. Now, cabman, donāt go driving further onā āyouāll have to put a girdle round the earth if you do; because youāll have to reach this point again before you get your fare.ā āThis is the magicianās house!ā
XXXVII What Was Hidden Under the FloorThe cab pulled up in front of a tumbledown cheap āvillaā in an unfinished cheap neighbourhoodā āthe whole place a living monument of the defeat of the speculative builder.
Atherton leaped out on to the grass-grown rubble which was meant for a footpath.
āI donāt see Marjorie looking for me on the doorstep.ā
Nor did Iā āI saw nothing but what appeared to be an unoccupied ramshackle brick abomination. Suddenly Sydney gave an exclamation.
āHullo!ā āThe front doorās closed!ā
I was hard at his heels.
āWhat do you mean?ā
āWhy, when I went I left the front door open. It looks as if Iāve made an idiot of myself after all, and Marjorieās returnedā āletās hope to goodness that I have.ā
He knocked. While we waited for a response I questioned him.
āWhy did you leave the door open when you went?ā
āI hardly knowā āI imagine that it was with some dim idea of Marjorieās being able to get in if she returned while I was absentā ābut the truth is I was in such a condition of helter skelter that I am not prepared to swear that I had any reasonable reason.ā
āI suppose there is no doubt that you did leave it open?ā
āAbsolutely noneā āon that Iāll stake my life.ā
āWas it open when you returned from your pursuit of Holt?ā
āWide openā āI walked straight
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