'As the seasons changed, and the tree changed, his mind perceived dangers that were always changing.In the leafy time, he perceived that the upper boughs were growing into the form of the young man - that they made the shape of him exactly, sitting in a forked branch swinging in the wind.In the time of the falling leaves, he perceived that they came down from the tree, forming tell-tale letters on the path, or that they had a tendency to heap themselves into a churchyard mound above the grave.In the winter, when the tree was bare, he perceived that the boughs swung at him the ghost of the blow the young man had given, and that they threatened him openly.In the spring, when the sap was mounting in the trunk, he asked himself, were the dried-up particles of blood mounting with it: to make out more obviously this year than last, the leaf- screened figure of the young man, swinging in the wind?
'However, he turned his Money over and over, and still over.He was in the dark trade, the gold-dust trade, and most secret trades that yielded great returns.In ten years, he had turned his Money over, so many times, that the traders and shippers who had dealings with him, absolutely did not lie - for once - when they declared that he had increased his fortune, Twelve Hundred Per Cent.
'He possessed his riches one hundred years ago, when people could be lost easily.He had heard who the youth was, from hearing of the search that was made after him; but, it died away, and the youth was forgotten.
'The annual round of changes in the tree had been repeated ten times since the night of the burial at its foot, when there was a great thunder- storm over this place.It broke at midnight, and roared until morning.The first intelligence he heard from his old serving-man that morning, was, that the tree had been struck by Lightning.
'It had been riven down the stem, in a very surprising manner, and the stem lay in two blighted shafts: one resting against the house, and one against a portion of the old red garden-wall in which its fall had made a gap.The fissure went down the tree to a little above the earth, and there stopped.There was great curiosity to see the tree, and, with most of his former fears revived, he sat in his arbour - grown quite an old man - watching the people who came to see it.
'They quickly began to come, in such dangerous numbers, that he closed his garden-gate and refused to admit any more.But, there were certain men of science who travelled from a distance to examine the tree, and, in an evil hour, he let them in! - Blight and Murrain on them, let them in!
'They wanted to dig up the ruin by the roots, and closely examine it, and the earth about it.Never, while he lived! They offered money for it.They! Men of science, whom he could have bought by the gross, with a scratch of his pen! He showed them the garden- gate again, and locked and barred it.
'But they were bent on doing what they wanted to do, and they bribed the old serving-man - a thankless wretch who regularly complained when he received his wages, of being underpaid - and they stole into the garden by night with their lanterns, picks, and shovels, and fell to at the tree.He was lying in a turret-room on the other side of the house (the Bride's Chamber had been unoccupied ever since), but he soon dreamed of picks and shovels, and got up.
'He came to an upper window on that side, whence he could see their lanterns, and them, and the loose earth in a heap which he had himself disturbed and put back, when it was last turned to the air.It was found! They had that minute lighted on it.They were all bending over it. One of them said, "The skull is fractured;" and another, "See here the bones;" and another, "See here the clothes;" and then the first struck in again, and said, "A rusty bill-hook!"'He became sensible, next day, that he was already put under a strict watch, and that he could go nowhere without being followed.Before a week was out, he was taken and laid in hold.The circumstances were gradually pieced together against him, with a desperate malignity, and an appalling ingenuity.But, see the justice of men, and how it was extended to him! He was further accused of having poisoned that girl in the Bride's Chamber.He, who had carefully and expressly avoided imperilling a hair of his head for her, and who had seen her die of her own incapacity!
'There was doubt for which of the two murders he should be first tried;but, the real one was chosen, and he was found Guilty, and cast for death.Bloodthirsty wretches! They would have made him Guilty of anything, so set they were upon having his life.
'His money could do nothing to save him, and he was hanged.I am He, and I was hanged at Lancaster Castle with my face to the wall, a hundred years ago!'
At this terrific announcement, Mr.Goodchild tried to rise and cry out.But, the two fiery lines extending from the old man's eyes to his own, kept him down, and he could not utter a sound.His sense of hearing, however, was acute, and he could hear the clock strike Two.No sooner had he heard the clock strike Two, than he saw before him Two old men!
TWO.
The eyes of each, connected with his eyes by two films of fire: each, exactly like the other: each, addressing him at precisely one and the same instant: each, gnashing the same teeth in the same head, with the same twitched nostril above them, and the same suffused expression around it.Two old men.Differing in nothing, equally distinct to the sight, the copy no fainter than the original, the second as real as the first.
'At what time,' said the Two old men, 'did you arrive at the door below?'
'At Six.'
'And there were Six old men upon the stairs!'
Mr.Goodchild having wiped the perspiration from his brow, or tried to do it, the Two old men proceeded in one voice, and in the singular number:
'I had been anatomised, but had not yet had my skeleton put together and re-hung on an iron hook, when it began to be whispered that the Bride's Chamber was haunted. It WAS haunted, and I was there.
