04-01-02-不平静的坟墓 [18]
．Indeed，he must come，if he is called with the right words．And these words are given in an experiment in Dr Moore's book，which I have copied out for you．But when the soul has come，and has opened its mouth to speak，the caller may see and hear more than he wishes， which is usually to know where the dead man has hidden his money．
Joseph stopped reading and there was silence for a moment．
Then his mother said，'There was no more than that？'
'No，Mother，nothing．'
'And have you met this Mr Fowler？'
'Yes．He came to speak once or twice at Oxford．'
'Well，'said the mother，as he was a friend of the Squire， I think you should write to him and tell him what…what has happened．You will know what to say．And the letter is for him，after all．'
'You're right，Mother，'replied Joseph．'I'll write to him at once．'And he wrote that same evening．
In time a letter came back from Gloucester and with it a large packet；and there were more evening talks in the library at the Hall．At the end of one evening，the mother said：
'Well，if you are sure，do it tonight．Go round by the fields where no one will see you．Oh，and here's a cloth you can use．'
'What cloth is it，Mother？'asked Joseph．
'Just a cloth，'was the answer．
Joseph went out by the garden door，and his mother stood in the doorway，thinking，with her hand over her mouth． Then she said quietly，'It was the cloth to cover his face．Oh， I wish I had not been so hurried！'
The night was very dark and a strong wind blew loud over the black fields；loud enough to drown all sounds of calling or answering—if anyone did call or answer．
Next morning Joseph's mother hurried to his bedroom．
'Give me the cloth，'she said．'The servants must not find it． And tell me，tell me，quick！'
Her son，sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands，looked up at her with wild，red eyes．
'We have opened his mouth，'he said．'Why，oh why， Mother，did you leave his face uncovered？'
'You know how hurried I was that day，'she replied．'I had no time．But do you mean that you have seen it？'
Joseph hid his face in his hands．'Yes，Mother，and he said you would see it，too，'
His mother gave an awful cry and caught hold of the bedpost．
'He's angry，'Joseph went on．'He was waiting for me to call him，I'm sure．I had only just finished saying the words when I heard him—like a dog growling under the earth．'
He jumped to his feet and walked up and down the room．
'And now he's free！What can we do？I cannot meet him again．I cannot take the drink he drank and go where he is！And I'm afraid to lie here another night！Oh，why did you do it，Mother？We had enough as it was．'
'Be quiet！'said his mother through dry lips．'It was you as much as I．But why spend time talking？Listen to me．It's only six o'clock Yarmouth's not far，and we've enough money to cross the sea—things like him can't follow us over water．We'll take the night boat to Holland．You see to the horses while I pack our bags．'
Joseph stared at her．'What will people say here？'
'You must tell the priest that we've learnt of some of the Squire's money in Amsterdam and we must go to collect it． Go，go！Or if you're not brave enough to do that，lie here and wait for him again tonight．'
Joseph trembled and left the room．
That evening after dark a boatman entered an inn at Yarmouth，where a man and a woman were waiting，with their bags on the floor beside them．
'Are you ready，sir and madam？'he asked．'We sail in less than an hour．My other passenger is waiting by the boat．Is this all your luggage？'He picked up the bags．
'Yes，We are travelling light，'said Joseph．'Did you say you have other passengers for Holland？'
'Just one，'replied the boatman，'and he seems to travel even lighter than you．'
'Do you know him？'asked Mrs Bowles．She put her hand on her son's arm，and they both paused in the doorway．
'No，'said the boatman．'He keeps his face hidden，but I'd know him again by his voice—he's got a strange way of speaking，like a dog growling．But you'll find that he knows you．“Go and fetch them out，”he said to me，“and I'll wait for them here
Joseph stopped reading and there was silence for a moment．
Then his mother said，'There was no more than that？'
'No，Mother，nothing．'
'And have you met this Mr Fowler？'
'Yes．He came to speak once or twice at Oxford．'
'Well，'said the mother，as he was a friend of the Squire， I think you should write to him and tell him what…what has happened．You will know what to say．And the letter is for him，after all．'
'You're right，Mother，'replied Joseph．'I'll write to him at once．'And he wrote that same evening．
In time a letter came back from Gloucester and with it a large packet；and there were more evening talks in the library at the Hall．At the end of one evening，the mother said：
'Well，if you are sure，do it tonight．Go round by the fields where no one will see you．Oh，and here's a cloth you can use．'
'What cloth is it，Mother？'asked Joseph．
'Just a cloth，'was the answer．
Joseph went out by the garden door，and his mother stood in the doorway，thinking，with her hand over her mouth． Then she said quietly，'It was the cloth to cover his face．Oh， I wish I had not been so hurried！'
The night was very dark and a strong wind blew loud over the black fields；loud enough to drown all sounds of calling or answering—if anyone did call or answer．
Next morning Joseph's mother hurried to his bedroom．
'Give me the cloth，'she said．'The servants must not find it． And tell me，tell me，quick！'
Her son，sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands，looked up at her with wild，red eyes．
'We have opened his mouth，'he said．'Why，oh why， Mother，did you leave his face uncovered？'
'You know how hurried I was that day，'she replied．'I had no time．But do you mean that you have seen it？'
Joseph hid his face in his hands．'Yes，Mother，and he said you would see it，too，'
His mother gave an awful cry and caught hold of the bedpost．
'He's angry，'Joseph went on．'He was waiting for me to call him，I'm sure．I had only just finished saying the words when I heard him—like a dog growling under the earth．'
He jumped to his feet and walked up and down the room．
'And now he's free！What can we do？I cannot meet him again．I cannot take the drink he drank and go where he is！And I'm afraid to lie here another night！Oh，why did you do it，Mother？We had enough as it was．'
'Be quiet！'said his mother through dry lips．'It was you as much as I．But why spend time talking？Listen to me．It's only six o'clock Yarmouth's not far，and we've enough money to cross the sea—things like him can't follow us over water．We'll take the night boat to Holland．You see to the horses while I pack our bags．'
Joseph stared at her．'What will people say here？'
'You must tell the priest that we've learnt of some of the Squire's money in Amsterdam and we must go to collect it． Go，go！Or if you're not brave enough to do that，lie here and wait for him again tonight．'
Joseph trembled and left the room．
That evening after dark a boatman entered an inn at Yarmouth，where a man and a woman were waiting，with their bags on the floor beside them．
'Are you ready，sir and madam？'he asked．'We sail in less than an hour．My other passenger is waiting by the boat．Is this all your luggage？'He picked up the bags．
'Yes，We are travelling light，'said Joseph．'Did you say you have other passengers for Holland？'
'Just one，'replied the boatman，'and he seems to travel even lighter than you．'
'Do you know him？'asked Mrs Bowles．She put her hand on her son's arm，and they both paused in the doorway．
'No，'said the boatman．'He keeps his face hidden，but I'd know him again by his voice—he's got a strange way of speaking，like a dog growling．But you'll find that he knows you．“Go and fetch them out，”he said to me，“and I'll wait for them here