A third voice was indubitably that of a mechanical utterance-machine connected with one of the detached brains in the cylinders. There was as little doubt about that as about the buzzings; for the loud, metallic, lifeless voice of the previous evening, with its inflectionless, expressionless scraping and rattling, and its impersonal precision and deliberation, had been utterly unforgettable. For a time I did not pause to question whether the intelligence behind the scraping was the identical one which had formerly talked to me; but shortly afterward I reflected that any brain would emit vocal sounds of the same quality if linked to the same mechanical speech-producer; the only possible differences being in language, rhythm, speed, and pronunciation. To complete the eldritch colloquy there were two actually human voices—one the crude speech of an unknown and evidently rustic man, and the other the suave Bostonian tones of my erstwhile guide Noyes.
As I tried to catch the words which the stoutly fashioned[287] floor so bafflingly intercepted, I was also conscious of a great deal of stirring and scratching and shuffling in the room below; so that I could not escape the impression that it was full of living beings—many more than the few whose speech I could single out. The exact nature of this stirring is extremely hard to describe, for very few good bases of comparison exist. Objects seemed now and then to move across the room like conscious entities; the sound of their footfalls having something about it like a loose, hard-surfaced clattering—as of the contact of ill-coördinated surfaces of horn or hard rubber. It was, to use a more concrete but less accurate comparison, as if people with loose, splintery wooden shoes were shambling and rattling about on the polished board floor. On[288] the nature and appearance of those responsible for the sounds, I did not care to speculate.
Before long I saw that it would be impossible to distinguish any connected discourse. Isolated words—including the names of Akeley and myself—now and then floated up, especially when uttered by the mechanical speech-producer; but their true significance was lost for want of continuous context. Today I refuse to form any definite deductions from them, and even their frightful effect on me was one of suggestion rather than of revelation. A terrible and abnormal conclave, I felt certain, was assembled below me; but for what shocking deliberations I could not tell. It was curious how this unquestioned sense of the malign and the blasphemous pervaded me despite Akeley’s assurances of the Outsiders’ friendliness.
With patient listening I began to distinguish clearly between voices, even though I could not grasp much of what any of the voices said. I seemed to catch certain typical emotions behind some of the speakers. One of the buzzing voices, for example, held an unmistakable note of authority; whilst the mechanical voice, notwithstanding its artificial loudness and regularity, seemed to be in a position of subordination and pleading. Noyes’s tones exuded a kind of conciliatory atmosphere. The others I could make no attempt to interpret. I did not hear the familiar whisper of Akeley, but well knew that such a sound could never penetrate the solid flooring of my room.
I will try to set down some of the few disjointed words and other sounds I caught, labelling[289] the speakers of the words as best I know how. It was from the speech-machine that I first picked up a few recognisable[290] phrases.
(THE SPEECH-MACHINE)[291]
“. . . brought it on myself . . . sent back the letters and the record . . . end on it . . . taken in . . . seeing and hearing . . . damn you . . . impersonal force, after all . . . fresh, shiny cylinder . . . great God. . . .”
(FIRST BUZZING VOICE)[292]
“. . . time we stopped . . . small and human . . . Akeley . . . brain . . . saying . . .”
(SECOND BUZZING VOICE)[293]
“. . . Nyarlathotep . . . Wilmarth . . . records and letters . . . cheap imposture. . . .”
(NOYES)[294]
“. . . (an unpronounceable word or name, possibly N’gah-Kthun) . . . harmless . . . peace . . . couple of weeks . . . theatrical . . . told you that before. . . .”
(FIRST BUZZING VOICE)[295]
“. . . no reason . . . original plan . . . effects . . . Noyes can watch . . . Round Hill . . . fresh cylinder . . . Noyes’s car. . . .”
(NOYES)[296]
“. . . well . . . all yours . . . down here . . . rest . . . place. . . .”
(SEVERAL VOICES AT ONCE IN INDISTINGUISHABLE SPEECH)[297]
(MANY FOOTSTEPS, INCLUDING THE PECULIAR LOOSE STIRRING OR CLATTERING)[298]
(A CURIOUS SORT OF FLAPPING SOUND)[299]
(THE SOUND OF AN AUTOMOBILE STARTING AND RECEDING)[300]
(SILENCE)[301]
That is the substance of what my ears brought me as I lay rigid upon that strange upstairs bed in the haunted farmhouse among the daemoniac[302] hills—lay there fully dressed, with a revolver clenched in my right hand and a pocket flashlight gripped in my left. I became, as I have said, broad awake; but a kind of obscure paralysis nevertheless kept me inert till long after the last echoes of the sounds had died away. I heard the wooden, deliberate ticking of the ancient Connecticut clock somewhere far below, and at last made out the irregular snoring of a sleeper. Akeley must have dozed off after the strange session, and I could well believe that he needed to do so.
Just what to think or what to do was more than I could decide. After all, what had I heard beyond things which previous information might have led me to expect? Had I not known that the nameless Outsiders were now freely admitted to the farmhouse? No doubt Akeley had been surprised[303] by an unexpected visit from them. Yet something in that fragmentary discourse had chilled me immeasurably, raised the most grotesque and horrible doubts, and made me wish fervently that I might wake up and prove everything a dream. I think my subconscious mind must have caught something which my consciousness has not yet recognised.[304] But what of Akeley? Was he not my friend, and would he not have protested if any harm were meant me? The peaceful snoring below seemed to cast ridicule on all my suddenly intensified fears.
Was it possible that Akeley had been imposed upon and used as a lure to draw me into the hills with the letters and pictures and phonograph record? Did those beings mean to engulf us both in a common destruction because we had come to know too much? Again I thought of the abruptness and unnaturalness of that change in the situation which must have occurred between Akeley’s penultimate and final letters. Something, my instinct told me, was terribly wrong. All was not as it seemed. That acrid coffee which I refused—had there not been an attempt by some hidden, unknown entity to drug it? I must talk to Akeley at once, and restore his sense of proportion. They had hypnotised[305] him with their promises of cosmic revelations, but now he must listen to reason. We must get out of this before it would be too late. If he lacked the will power[306] to make the break for liberty, I would supply it. Or if I could not persuade him to go, I could at least go myself. Surely he would let me take his Ford and leave it in a garage at Brattleboro. I had noticed it in the shed—the door being left unlocked and open now that peril was deemed past—and I believed there was a good chance of its being ready for instant use. That momentary dislike of Akeley which I had felt during and after the evening’s conversation was all gone now. He was in a position much like my own, and we must stick together. Knowing his indisposed condition, I hated to wake him at this juncture, but I knew that I must. I could not stay in this place till morning as matters stood.
At last I felt able to act, and stretched myself vigorously to regain command of my muscles. Arising with a caution more impulsive than deliberate, I found and donned my hat, took my valise, and started downstairs with the flashlight’s aid. In my nervousness I kept the revolver clutched in my right hand, being able to take care of both valise and flashlight with my left. Why I exerted these precautions I do not really know, since I was even then on my way to awaken the only other occupant of the house.
As I half tiptoed[307] down the creaking stairs to the lower hall I could hear the sleeper more plainly, and noticed that he must be in the room on my left—the living-room I had n
ot entered. On my right was the gaping blackness of the study in which I had heard the voices. Pushing open the unlatched door of the living-room I traced a path with the flashlight toward the source of the snoring, and finally turned the beams on the sleeper’s face. But in the next second I hastily turned them away and commenced a cat-like[308] retreat to the hall, my caution this time springing from reason as well as from instinct. For the sleeper on the couch was not Akeley at all, but my quondam guide Noyes.
Just what the real situation was, I could not guess; but common sense told me that the safest thing was to find out as much as possible before arousing anybody. Regaining the hall, I silently closed and latched the living-room door after me; thereby lessening the chances of awaking[309] Noyes. I now cautiously entered the dark study, where I expected to find Akeley, whether asleep or awake, in the great corner chair which was evidently his favourite[310] resting-place. As I advanced, the beams of my flashlight caught the great centre-table,[311] revealing one of the hellish cylinders with sight and hearing machines attached, and with a speech-machine[312] standing close by, ready to be connected at any moment. This, I reflected, must be the encased brain I had heard talking during the frightful conference; and for a second I had a perverse impulse to attach the speech-machine[313] and see what it would say.
It must, I thought, be conscious of my presence even now; since the sight and hearing attachments could not fail to disclose the rays of my flashlight and the faint creaking of the floor beneath my feet. But in the end I did not dare meddle with the thing. I idly saw that it was the fresh,[314] shiny cylinder with Akeley’s name on it, which I had noticed on the shelf earlier in the evening and which my host had told me not to bother. Looking back at that moment, I can only regret my timidity and wish that I had boldly caused the apparatus to speak. God knows what mysteries and horrible doubts and questions of identity it might have cleared up! But then, it may be merciful that I let it alone.
From the table I turned my flashlight to the corner where I thought Akeley was, but found to my perplexity that the great easy-chair was empty of any human occupant asleep or awake. From the seat to the floor there trailed voluminously the familiar old dressing-gown, and near it on the floor lay the yellow scarf and the huge foot-bandages I had thought so odd. As I hesitated, striving to conjecture where Akeley might be, and why he had so suddenly discarded his necessary sick-room garments, I observed that the queer odour[315] and sense of vibration were no longer in the room. What had been their cause? Curiously it occurred to me that I had noticed them only in Akeley’s vicinity. They had been strongest where he sat, and wholly absent except in the room with him or just outside the doors of that room. I paused, letting the flashlight wander about the dark study and racking my brain for explanations of the turn affairs had taken.
Would to heaven[316] I had quietly left the place before allowing that light to rest again on the vacant chair. As it turned out, I did not leave quietly; but with a muffled shriek which must have disturbed, though it did not quite awake, the sleeping sentinel across the hall. That shriek, and Noyes’s still-unbroken snore, are the last sounds I ever heard in that morbidity-choked farmhouse beneath the black-wooded crest of a[317] haunted mountain—that focus of trans-cosmic horror amidst the lonely green hills and curse-muttering brooks of a spectral rustic land.
It is a wonder that I did not drop flashlight, valise, and revolver in my wild scramble, but somehow I failed to lose any of these. I actually managed to get out of that room and that house without making any further noise, to drag myself and my belongings safely into the old Ford in the shed, and to set that archaic vehicle in motion toward some unknown point of safety in the black, moonless night. The ride that followed was a piece of delirium out of Poe or Rimbaud or the drawings of Doré, but finally I reached Townshend. That is all. If my sanity is still unshaken, I am lucky. Sometimes I fear what the years will bring, especially since that new planet Pluto has been so curiously discovered.
As I have implied, I let my flashlight return to the vacant easy-chair after its circuit of the room; then noticing for the first time the presence of certain objects in the seat, made inconspicuous by the adjacent loose folds of the empty dressing-gown. These are the objects, three in number, which the investigators did not find when they came later on. As I said at the outset, there was nothing of actual visual horror about them. The trouble was in what they led one to infer. Even now I have my moments of half-doubt—moments in which I half accept[318] the scepticism[319] of those who attribute my whole experience to dream and nerves and delusion.
The three things were damnably clever constructions of their kind, and were furnished with ingenious metallic clamps to attach them to organic developments of which I dare not form any conjecture. I hope—devoutly hope—that they were the waxen products of a master artist, despite what my inmost fears tell me. Great God! That whisperer in darkness with its morbid odour[320] and vibrations! Sorcerer, emissary, changeling, outsider . . . that hideous repressed buzzing . . . and all the time in that fresh, shiny cylinder on the shelf . . . poor devil . . . “prodigious[321] surgical, biological, chemical, and mechanical skill” . . .[322]
For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic resemblance—or identity—were the face and hands of Henry Wentworth Akeley.
Notes
Editor’s Note: The original A.Ms. and the T.Ms. (prepared by HPL) survive. The latter was followed by Weird Tales (August 1931) with the usual editorial alterations, but on the whole the text was printed quite accurately. The Arkham House editions also followed the T.Ms., hence are comparatively accurate; but the 1963 edition omits some lines from previous Arkham House editions and makes other errors that result in confusion and incoherence.
Texts: A = A.Ms. (JHL); B = T.Ms. (JHL); C = Weird Tales 18, No. 1 (August 1931): 32–73; D = The Dunwich Horror and Others (Arkham House, 1963), 212–77. Copy-text: B.
1. extent . . . the] om. D
2. organised] organized C, D
3. rumours.] rumors. C, D
4. centreing] centering C, D
5. membraneous] membranous C, D
6. coloured] colored C
7. naive] naïve D
8. summarised,] summarized, C, D
9. rumours] rumors C, D
10. bat-like] batlike A, B, D
11. neighbouring] neighboring C
12. surprising] surprizing C
13. travellers] travelers D
14. ones”, . . . ones”,] ones”, . . . ones,” C; ones,” . . . ones,” D
15. colour] color C
16. nineteenth century,] Nineteenth Century, C
17. flareups.] flare-ups. C
18. folk-tales] folk tales A, B, C, D
19. rumours] rumors C
20. kallikanzari] kallikanzarai D
21. dreaded] dread C
22. “The] The D [type may have dropped from original plate]
23. sceptical] skeptical C, D
24. now] om. D
25. neighbours,] neighbors, C
26. cannot] can not C
27. #2,] No. 2, C
28. Townshend, . . . Vermont.] Townshend, Windham Co., Vermont, C; Townshend, Windham Co., Vermont. D
29. 1928.] 1928 D
30. Albert . . . Mass.,] ALBERT . . . MASS. D
31. dear Sir:—] Dear Sir: C; Dear Sir:— D
32. Elliot] Elliott A, B, C, D
33. arguing] agreeing D
34. realise] realize C
35. cannot] can not C
36. not] om. D
37. had] has C
38. paralysed] paralyzed C
39. argument,] argument D
40. shew] show B, C, D
41. sane (. . .),] sane, (. . .) A; sane (. . .) B, C, D
42. shew] show A, B, C, D
43. sullen,] sullen D
44. to] om. D
45. Cal.,] Cal. A, B
46. supply] supply the D
47. “Necronomi
con”.] Necronomicon. A, B, C, D
48. our] your D
49. authorise] authorize C, D
50. HENRY W. AKELEY] HENRY W. AKELEY. C; Henry W. Akeley D
51. P.S. I] P. S.—I C; P. S. I D
52. interested. H. W. A.] interested. / H. W. A. D
53. naive] naïve D
54. neighbours] neighbors C
55. harboured] harbored C
56. “footprint”,] “footprint,” D
57. crab-like,] crablike, A, B, D
58. shewed] showed B, C, D
59. me] om. D
60. “Necronomicon”] Necronomicon A, B, C, D
61. recognise] recognize C
62. closely written] closely-written A, B, D
63. connexions] connections C, D
64. aeons] eons C
65. “Necronomicon”] Necronomicon A, B, C, D
66. half question] half-question A, B, D
67. were] was D
68. centred.] centered. C, D
69. a.m.] a. m. C; A. M. D
70. first] 1st A, B, C, D
71. Swamp.] swamp. D
72. May-Eve] May Eve A, B, C, D
73. (INDISTINGUISHABLE SOUNDS)] (Indistinguishable Sounds) D
74. (A . . . VOICE)] (A Cultivated Male Human Voice) D
75. Woods,] Wood, A, B, C, D
76. (A . . . SPEECH)] (A Buzzing Imitation of Human Speech) D
77. with] With A, B, C
78. (HUMAN VOICE)] (Human Voice) D
79. (BUZZING VOICE)] (Buzzing Voice) D
80. (HUMAN VOICE)] (Human Voice) D