Chapters (28)
- Foreword
- 1.A dangerous assignment
- 2.A widow seeks revenge
- 3.A scientist becomes queer
- 4.Out of the past
- 5.The Brotherhood of the Ram
- 6.The Satanic Temple
- 7.An unfortunate—accident (?)
- 8.A prey to loneliness
- 9.A fiendish plot
- 10.Ordeal of a neophyte
- 11.Seen in a crystal
- 12.A tangled skein
- 13.Dead men's shoes
- 14.In the toils
- 15.Men without mercy
- 16.The setting of a trap
- 17.Unhappy return
- 18.'When rogues fall out...'
- 19.The night of her life
- 20.Wanted! A human victim for sacrifice
- 21.Death of a woman unknown
- 22.In the ruined abbey
- 23.The terrible deduction
- 24.In the Cave
- 25.Race against time
- 26.Deadline—twelve noon
- Footnotes
A scrawny middle-aged woman stood up, stepped quickly towards him and began to speak in a low voice. Mary strained her ears to catch what she was saying, but at that moment Ratnadatta pulled the curtain cord, so that the heavy curtains swished together, shutting off her view and all sounds from below.
'I regret,' he said, sitting back, 'but in turn they now make report off work each has carried out for pleasing Our Lord Satan since they last attend a meeting. Such it ees not fitting that you should hear until you are initiate. But haf patience, plees. Presently we look again. Meantime I get you another glass off wine.'
For the comfort of the nearly naked congregation the whole place had been thoroughly well heated, and up in the gallery it was almost stifling; so Mary's throat was a little parched. Yet, as he stood up and moved towards the table, she wondered if she ought to drink any more. She had found the herb-flavoured wine delicious, but felt sure that it was unusually potent stuff and suspected that the slight dizziness she had been feeling for some while past might be due to it, rather than to the overheated atmosphere. Caution prompting her to play for safety, she said, 'Would you mind if I had a soft drink instead?'
'If you prefer,' he replied without a trace of hesitation. 'We haf here a drink weech ees made from mangoes and other fruits. It ees good, very good. I mix you some with soda, and a lump of ice, yes?'
It proved another strange but delicious drink and, acquitting him of the suspicion that the wine he had given her might have contained a small dose of some subtle drug, she quenched her thirst gratefully with the iced fruit drink.
During the next half-hour he talked to her about the old gods and goddesses of several countries and the truths which lay behind the mythology concerning them. He told her that they had all been actual people, on earth in their last incarnations, and so capable of calling down supernatural powers; that the word Pagan, as a term of opprobrium, had not been applied to them until much later, and then by misguided priests who taught that salvation could be achieved only by leading a dreary life of chastity, humility and self-denial; but that in fact they had been enlightened beings, bringing great happiness to the world when it was young and so for many generations afterwards rightly venerated by their peoples.