Tales of Terror and Mystery
The New Catacomb
"MayIhaveanothercigar?"saidhe."Thankyouverymuch!IneversmokewhenIwork,butIenjoyachatmuchmorewhenIamundertheinfluenceoftobacco.Now,asregardsthisyounglady,withwhomyouhadthislittleadventure.Whatintheworldhasbecomeofher?"
"Sheisathomewithherownpeople."
"Oh,really—inEngland?"
"Yes."
"WhatpartofEngland—London?"
"No,Twickenham."
"Youmustexcusemycuriosity,mydearKennedy,andyoumustputitdowntomyignoranceoftheworld.Nodoubtitisquiteasimplethingtopersuadeayoungladytogooffwithyouforthreeweeksorso,andthentohandherovertoherownfamilyat—whatdidyoucalltheplace?"
"Twickenham."
"Quiteso—atTwickenham.ButitissomethingsoentirelyoutsidemyownexperiencethatIcannotevenimaginehowyousetaboutit.Forexample,ifyouhadlovedthisgirlyourlovecouldhardlydisappearinthreeweeks,soIpresumethatyoucouldnothavelovedheratall.Butifyoudidnotloveherwhyshouldyoumakethisgreatscandalwhichhasdamagedyouandruinedher?"
Kennedylookedmoodilyintotheredeyeofthestove.
"That’salogicalwayoflookingatit,certainly,"saidhe."Loveisabigword,anditrepresentsagoodmanydifferentshadesoffeeling.Ilikedher,and—well,yousayyou’veseenher—youknowhowcharmingshecouldlook.ButstillIamwillingtoadmit,lookingback,thatIcouldneverhavereallylovedher."
"Then,mydearKennedy,whydidyoudoit?"
"Theadventureofthethinghadagreatdealtodowithit.