The Strange Affair of Spring Heeled Jack - Mark Hodder [29]
"Yes," she replied softly. "I hear a slight creak as the door swings open. I look up from my book. There is a footstep and he is there."
"Describe him. In detail."
A shudder ran through her body.
"Such a man! I've never seen the like! His frock coat is of crushed black velvet; his shirt, trousers, shoes, and hat are all black, too; and his pointed fingernails are painted black; but his skin and hair-straight hair, so long that it falls past his collar-they are whiter than snow! He's an albino! There is no trace of colour on him except in the eyes, which are of a dreadful pink with vertical pupils like a cat's."
Burton started. Those same eyes had looked out of the girl's head just moments ago!
"There is something wrong with his face," she continued. "His upper and lower jaws are pushed a little too far forward, almost forming a muzzle, and his teeth-when he smiles-are all canines! He enters the room, looks at the lieutenant, looks at me, then tells me to fetch a trolley. I must obey. It's as if I have no will of my own."
"So you leave the room?"
"For a moment, and when I return there are three-three-"
She stopped and whimpered.
"Don't worry," soothed Burton, "I am here with you. You are perfectly safe. Tell me what you can see in the room."
"There are three men. I-I think they are men. Maybe something else. They are short and wear red cloaks with hoods and they are each sort of-sort of twisted; their bodies are too long and too narrow in the hip; their chests too deep and wide; their legs too short. Their faces, though-their faces are-"
"Yes?"
"Oh, save me! They are the faces of dogs!"
Burton sat back in surprise. He reached into his jacket and drew the sketch by Dore from his pocket. He unfolded it and showed it to the girl.
"Like this?"
She recoiled away from him and began to tremble violently.
"Yes! Please-please tell me-what are they?" Her voice rose in volume and pitch. "What are they?"
He took her hands in his and stroked their backs with his thumbs. Her skin felt smooth, soft, and warm. The heady scent of jasmine filled his nostrils.
"Shhh. Don't be afraid. It's over, Sadhvi. It is in the past."
"But they aren't human!"
"Perhaps not. Tell me what happens next."
"I walk back into Lieutenant Speke's room with the trolley, see the-the three things-then the albino jumps from behind me and restrains me, with a hand over my mouth. He is so strong! I can't move! The dog-log-menthey lift Lieutenant Speke from his bed, place him on the trolley, and wheel him out of the room."
"There are no other nurses? No one else sees them?"
"No, I don't think so-but you have made me realise something: the sanatorium, or at least this wing of it, seems very quiet; more so than it should be, even at such an early hour."
"So the dog creatures leave the room-and then?"
"Then the man turns me, looks into my eyes, and tells me to forget; to remember only that Speke's family took the lieutenant. He leaves the room and I follow him along the corridor toward reception. I feel strange. There are nurses standing motionless and, as he passes them, he says something to each in a low voice. We reach reception, and I see the trolley standing empty by the desk. The albino orders me to move over to it and I obey. He speaks to the nurse at the desk and she starts to blink and look around. Then he walks toward the main door and, as he passes me, he says, `Awake!"'
She sighed and visibly relaxed. "He's gone."
"And now you find yourself pushing the trolley and remembering nothing of what just happened?" put in Burton.
"Yes."
"Very well. Close your eyes now. Concentrate on the rhythm of your breathing."
Sister Raghavendra's hands fell from his and she leaned back on the sofa. Her head drooped.
"Sadhvi," he murmured, "I'm going to count down from ten. With each number, you will feel yourself awakening. When I reach zero, you will be fully conscious, alert, refreshed, and