The Murder Club

: The Crack Of Doom

"Delany was the last man who quitted us--you see I use your expression

again. I like it," Brande said quietly, watching me as he spoke.



I stood staring at the slip of paper which I held in my hand for some

moments before I could reply. When my voice came back, I asked hoarsely:



"Did this man, Delany, die suddenly after quitting the Society?"



"He died immediately. The second event was contem
oraneous with the

first."



"And in consequence of it?"



"Certainly."



"Have all the members who retired from your list been equally

short-lived?"



"Without any exception whatever."



"Then your Society, after all your high-flown talk about it, is only a

vulgar murder club," I said bitterly.



"Wrong in fact, and impertinent in its expression. It is not a murder

club, and--well, you are the first to discover its vulgarity."



"I call things by their plain names. You may call your Society what you

please. As to my joining it in face of what you have told me--"



"Which is more than was ever told to any man before he joined--to any

man living or dead. And more, you need not join it yet unless you still

wish to do so. I presume what I have said will prevent you."



"On the contrary, if I had any doubt, or if there was any possibility of

my wavering before this interview, there is none now. I join at once."



He would have taken my hand, but that I could not permit. I left him

without another word, or any form of salute, and returned to the house.

I did not appear again in the domestic circle that evening, for I had

enough upon my mind without further burdening myself with social

pretences.



I sat in my room and tried once more to consider my position. It was

this: for the sake of a girl whom I had only met some score of times;

who sometimes acted, talked, dressed after a fashion suggestive of

insanity; who had glorious dark eyes, a perfect figure, and an

exquisitely beautiful face--but I interrupt myself. For the sake of this

girl, and for the manifestly impossible purpose of protecting her from

herself as well as others, I had surrendered myself to the probable

vengeance of a band of cut-throats if I betrayed them, and to the

certain vengeance of the law if I did not. Brande, notwithstanding his

constant scepticism, was scrupulously truthful. His statement of fact

must be relied upon. His opinions were another matter. As nothing

practical resulted from my reflections, I came to the conclusion that I

had got into a pretty mess for the sake of a handsome face. I regretted

this result, but was glad of the cause of it. On this I went to bed.



Next morning I was early astir, for I must see Natalie Brande without

delay, and I felt sure she would be no sluggard on that splendid summer

day. I tried the lawn between the house and the lake shore. I did not

find her there. I found her friend Miss Metford. The girl was sauntering

about, swinging a walking-cane carelessly. She was still rationally

dressed, but I observed with relief that the rational part of her

costume was more in the nature of the divided skirt than the plain

knickerbockers of the previous day. She accosted me cheerfully by my

surname, and not to be outdone by her, I said coolly:



"How d'ye do, Metford?"



"Very well, thanks. I suppose you expected Natalie? You see you have

only me."



"Delighted," I was commencing with a forced smile, when she stopped me.



"You look it. But that can't be helped. Natalie saw you going out, and

sent me to meet you. I am to look after you for an hour or so. You join

the Society this evening, I hear. You must be very pleased--and

flattered."



I could not assent to this, and so remained silent. The girl chattered

on in her own outspoken manner, which, now that I was growing accustomed

to it, I did not find as unpleasant as at first. One thing was evident

to me. She had no idea of the villainous nature of Brande's Society. She

could not have spoken so carelessly if she shared my knowledge of it.

While she talked to me, I wondered if it was fair to her--a likeable

girl, in spite of her undesirable affectations of advanced opinion,

emancipation or whatever she called it--was it fair to allow her to

associate with a band of murderers, and not so much as whisper a word of

warning? No doubt, I myself was associating with the band; but I was not

in ignorance of the responsibility thereby incurred.



"Miss Metford," I said, without heeding whether I interrupted her, "are

you in the secret of this Society?"



"I? Not at present. I shall be later on."



I stopped and faced her with so serious an expression that she listened

to me attentively.



"If you will take my earnest advice--and I beg you not to neglect

it--you will have nothing to do with it or any one belonging to it."



"Not even Brande--I mean Natalie? Is she dangerous?"



I disregarded her mischief and continued: "If you can get Miss Brande

away from her brother and his acquaintances," (I had nearly said

accomplices,) "and keep her away, you would be doing the best and

kindest thing you ever did in your life."



Miss Metford was evidently impressed by my seriousness, but, as she

herself said very truly, it was unlikely that she would be able to

interfere in the way I suggested. Besides, my mysterious warning was

altogether too vague to be of any use as a guide for her own action,

much less that of her friend. I dared not speak plainer. I could only

repeat, in the most emphatic words, my anxiety that she would think

carefully over what I had said. I then pretended to recollect an

engagement with Brande, for I was in such low spirits I had really

little taste for any company.



She was disappointed, and said so in her usual straightforward way. It

was not in the power of any gloomy prophecy to oppress her long. The

serious look which my words had brought on her face passed quickly, and

it was in her natural manner that she bade me good-morning, saying:



"It is rather a bore, for I looked forward to a pleasant hour or two

taking you about."



I postponed my breakfast for want of appetite, and, as Brande's house

was the best example of Liberty Hall I had ever met with, I offered no

apology for my absence during the entire day when I rejoined my host and

hostess in the evening. The interval I spent in the woods, thinking

much and deciding nothing.



After dinner, Brande introduced me to a man whom he called Edward Grey.

Natalie conducted me to the room in which they were engaged. From the

mass of correspondence in which this man Grey was absorbed, and the

litter of papers about him, it was evident that he must have been in the

house long before I made his acquaintance.



Grey handed me a book, which I found to be a register of the names of

the members of Brande's Society, and pointed out the place for my

signature.



When I had written my name on the list I said to Brande: "Now that I

have nominated myself, I suppose you'll second me?"



"It is not necessary," he answered; "you are already a member. Your

remark to Miss Metford this morning made you one of us. You advised her,

you recollect, to beware of us."



"That girl!" I exclaimed, horrified. "Then she is one of your spies? Is

it possible?"



"No, she is not one of our spies. We have none, and she knew nothing of

the purpose for which she was used."



"Then I beg to say that you have made a d--d shameful use of her."



In the passion of the moment I forgot my manners to my host, and formed

the resolution to denounce the Society to the police the moment I

returned to London. Brande was not offended by my violence. There was

not a trace of anger in his voice as he said:



"Miss Metford's information was telepathically conveyed to my sister."



"Then it was your sister--"



"My sister knows as little as the other. In turn, I received the

information telepathically from her, without the knowledge of either. I

was just telling Grey of it when you came into the room."



"And," said Grey, "your intention to go straight from this house to

Scotland Yard, there to denounce us to the police, has been

telepathically received by myself."



"My God!" I cried, "has a man no longer the right to his own thoughts?"



Grey went on without noticing my exclamation: "Any overt or covert

action on your part, toward carrying out your intention, will be

telepathically conveyed to us, and our executive--" He shrugged his

shoulders.



"I know," I said, "Woking Cemetery, near Saint Anne's Chapel. You have

ground there."



"Yes, we have to dispense with--"



"Say murder."



"Dispense with," Grey repeated sharply, "any member whose loyalty is

questionable. This is not our wish; it is our necessity. It is the only

means by which we can secure the absolute immunity of the Society

pending the achievement of its object. To dispense with any living man

we have only to will that he shall die."



"And now that I am a member, may I ask what is this object, the secret

of which you guard with such fiendish zeal?" I demanded angrily.



"The restoration of a local etheric tumour to its original formation."



"I am already weary of this jargon from Brande," I interrupted. "What do

you mean?"



"We mean to attempt the reduction of the solar system to its elemental

ether."



"And you will accomplish this triviality by means of Huxley's comet, I

suppose?"



I could scarcely control my indignation. This fooling, as I thought it,

struck me as insulting. Neither Brande nor Grey appeared to notice my

keen resentment. Grey answered me in a quiet, serious tone.



"We shall attempt it by destroying the earth. We may fail in the

complete achievement of our design, but in any case we shall at least be

certain of reducing this planet to the ether of which it is composed."



"Of course, of course," I agreed derisively. "You will at least make

sure of that. You have found out how to do it too, I have no doubt?"



"Yes," said Grey, "we have found out."



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