superstition.
He lit his cigarette. âYou were right about the birds.â
âTheyâre still up there?â
âThousands of them, all along the roof.â
I stepped up to the window and looked out. They were there, all right, ragged and fluttering in the Pacific wind.
âTheyâre like some kind of goddamned omen,â he said. âWhatâs the matter with them? They donât even sing .â
âThey look like theyâre waiting for something,â I said. âI just hope that itâs nothing more portentous than a packet of birdseed.â
âLetâs go take a look at Machin. I could use some light relief,â Dr. Jarvis suggested.
âYou call what happened to Dan light relief?â
He took a last drag at his cigarette and nipped it out between his finger and thumb. âAfter what happened just now, a funeral would be light relief.â
We walked along the corridor until we came to Danâs room. Dr. Jarvis looked through the small circular window in the door, and then opened it.
Dan was still in a coma. There was a nurse by his bedside, and his pulse and respiration and blood pressure were being closely observed. Dr. Jarvis went across and examined him, lifting his eyelids to see if there was any response. Danâs face was white and spectral, and he was still breathing in that same deep, dreamless rhythm that had characterized the breathing in Seymour Wallisâs house.
As Dr. Jarvis was checking Danâs body temperature, I said, âSupposingââ
âSupposing what?â he said, preoccupied.
I came closer to Danâs bedside. The young boy from Middle America was so still and pallid he might have been dead, except for his hollow, regular breathing.
âSupposing Bryan was trying to get here , to see Dan.â
Dr. Jarvis looked around. âWhy should he want to do that?â
âWell, each of them has one of the sounds that used to haunt Seymour Wallisâs house. Maybe the two of them have enough in common that they want to get together. All that Indian stuff that Jane was talking about, you know, returning by the path of many pieces, well maybe that means some kind of reincarnation by numbers.â
âI donât follow.â
âItâs pretty simple. If this power or influence or whatever it is thatâs haunting Seymour Wallisâs house was all kind of split up, you know, breathing in one place and heartbeat in another, then maybe it might try to get itself back together again.â
âJohn, youâre raving.â
âYouâve seen Bryan walking around with no skin on his skull and you tell me Iâm raving?â
Dr. Jarvis made a note of Danâs temperature on his chart and then stood up straight. âThereâs no point in trying to find farfetched answers,â he said. âWhateverâs going on, there has to be a simple explanation.â
âLike what? One man goes crazy and another man loses the skin off his head, and we have to look for a simple explanation? James, thereâs something planned and deliberate going on here. Somebody wants all this to happen. Itâs as if itâs all been worked out.â
âThereâs no evidence in favor of that,â he said, âand Iâd rather you called me Jim.â
I sighed. âAll right, if you want to take it the slow, logical, medical way, I donât suppose I blame you. But right now I feel like talking to Jane and Seymour Wallis. Jane has a theory thatâs worth listening to, and Iâll bet you two Baby Ruths to six bottles of Chivas Regal that Seymour Wallis knows more than heâs told us.â
âI donât drink Chivas Regal.â
âWell, thatâs okay. I donât eat Baby Ruths.â
I took a taxi down to The Head Bookstore just after noon. As I was driving away from the hospital, I couldnât help looking back at the birds on the roof. From a
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