Brood of the Witch-Queen

Brood of the Witch-Queen, by Sax Rohmer

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Title: Brood of the Witch-Queen
Author: Sax Rohmer
Release Date: November 3, 2006 [EBook #19706]
Language: English
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BROOD OF THE
WITCH-QUEEN

BY
SAX ROHMER

LONDON
C. ARTHUR PEARSON, LIMITED
HENRIETTA STREET, W.C.
1918
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
ANTONY FERRARA
II. THE PHANTOM HANDS
III. THE RING OF THOTH
IV. AT FERRARA'S CHAMBERS
V. THE RUSTLING SHADOWS
VI. THE BEETLES
VII. SIR ELWIN GROVES' PATIENT
VIII. THE SECRET OF DHOON
IX. THE POLISH JEWESS
X. THE LAUGHTER
XI. CAIRO
XII. THE MASK OF SET
XIII. THE SCORPION WIND
XIV. DR. CAIRN ARRIVES
XV. THE WITCH-QUEEN
XVI. LAIR OF THE SPIDERS
XVII. THE STORY OF ALI MOHAMMED
XVIII. THE BATS
XIX. ANTHROPOMANCY
XX. THE INCENSE
XXI. THE MAGICIAN
XXII. MYRA
XXIII. THE FACE IN THE ORCHID-HOUSE
XXIV. FLOWERING OF THE LOTUS
XXV. CAIRN MEETS FERRARA
XXVI. THE IVORY HAND
XXVII. THE THUG'S CORD
XXVIII. THE HIGH PRIEST HORTOTEF
XXIX. THE WIZARD'S DEN
XXX. THE ELEMENTAL
XXXI. THE BOOK OF THOTH
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PREFATORY NOTICE
The strange deeds of Antony Ferrara, as herein related, are intended to illustrate certain phases of Sorcery as it was formerly practised (according to numerous records) not only in Ancient Egypt but also in Europe, during the Middle Ages. In no case do the powers attributed to him exceed those which are claimed for a fully equipped Adept.
S. R.
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BROOD OF THE WITCH-QUEEN
CHAPTER I
ANTONY FERRARA
Robert Cairn looked out across the quadrangle. The moon had just arisen, and it softened the beauty of the old college buildings, mellowed the harshness of time, casting shadow pools beneath the cloisteresque arches to the west and setting out the ivy in stronger relief upon the ancient walls. The barred shadow on the lichened stones beyond the elm was cast by the hidden gate; and straight ahead, where, between a quaint chimney-stack and a bartizan, a triangular patch of blue showed like spangled velvet, lay the Thames. It was from there the cooling breeze came.
But Cairn's gaze was set upon a window almost directly ahead, and west below the chimneys. Within the room to which it belonged a lambent light played.
Cairn turned to his companion, a ruddy and athletic looking man, somewhat bovine in type, who at the moment was busily tracing out sections on a human skull and checking his calculations from Ross's Diseases of the Nervous System.
"Sime," he said, "what does Ferrara always have a fire in his rooms for at this time of the year?"
Sime glanced up irritably at the speaker. Cairn was a tall, thin Scotsman, clean-shaven, square jawed, and with the crisp light hair and grey eyes which often bespeak unusual virility.
"Aren't you going to do any work?" he inquired pathetically. "I thought you'd come to give me a hand with my basal ganglia. I shall go down on that; and there you've been stuck staring out of the window!"
"Wilson, in the end house, has got a most unusual brain," said Cairn, with apparent irrelevance.
"Has he!" snapped Sime.
"Yes, in a bottle. His governor is at Bart's; he sent it up yesterday. You ought to see it."
"Nobody will ever want to put your brain in a bottle," predicted the scowling Sime, and resumed his studies.
Cairn relighted his pipe, staring across the quadrangle again. Then--
"You've never been in Ferrara's rooms, have you?" he inquired.
Followed a muffled curse, crash, and the skull went rolling across the floor.
"Look here, Cairn," cried Sime, "I've only got a week or so now, and my nervous system is frantically rocky; I shall go all to pieces on my nervous system. If you want to talk, go ahead. When you're finished, I can begin work."
"Right-oh," said Cairn calmly, and tossed his pouch across. "I want to talk to you about Ferrara."
"Go ahead then. What is the matter with Ferrara?"
"Well," replied Cairn, "he's queer."
"That's no news," said Sime, filling his pipe; "we all know he's a queer chap. But he's popular with women. He'd make a fortune as a nerve specialist."
"He doesn't have to; he inherits a fortune when Sir Michael dies."
"There's a pretty cousin, too, isn't there?" inquired Sime slyly.
"There is," replied Cairn. "Of course," he continued, "my governor and Sir Michael are bosom friends, and although I've never seen much of young Ferrara, at the same time I've got nothing against him. But--" he hesitated.
"Spit it out," urged Sime, watching him oddly.
"Well, it's silly, I suppose, but what does he want with a fire on a blazing night like this?"
Sime stared.
"Perhaps he's a throw-back," he suggested lightly. "The Ferraras, although they're counted Scotch--aren't they?--must have been