Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
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18 RON GOULART<br />
"Yes. Thanks to Lorenzo, I feel I've got my mind back." She touched <strong>the</strong> magician's pudgy<br />
hand for an instant, smiling at him. "You really are a wizard, you know."<br />
"I have never laid claim to any true magical powers," he reminded. "But one can't help but be<br />
aware that a few <strong>of</strong> my little knacks do seem a trifle supernatural."<br />
Jennie flipped back a few pages in her notebook. "You have some serious opposition, Harry,"<br />
she said. "Have you ever heard <strong>of</strong> an Englishman named Max Orchardson?"<br />
"A true mountebank," murmured <strong>the</strong> magician.<br />
Harry exhaled smoke. "Sure, he's been called <strong>the</strong> most decadent man in Europe," he said. "He<br />
supposedly pals around with <strong>the</strong> Yellow Book crowd— Oscar Wilde, Aubrey Beardsley and<br />
such— and also dabbles in black magic. Though that last could be only an affectation."<br />
"It isn't," she said. "I wrote a series <strong>of</strong> articles on Orchardson last year while I was in London<br />
for my paper."<br />
Harry frowned. "Don't recall seeing those."<br />
"That's because <strong>the</strong>y never ran," Jennie explained. "My editors decided we might be risking<br />
libel charges after . . . well, I'd had signed statements from several witnesses. One evening all <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>m suddenly burst into flames while sitting on my desk in <strong>the</strong> hotel room. Next, two <strong>of</strong> my best<br />
witnesses got in touch with me and claimed <strong>the</strong>y'd lied. A third dived into <strong>the</strong> Thames one foggy<br />
night and never surfaced."<br />
"Typical <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> way Orchardson operates," commented <strong>the</strong> Great Lorenzo.<br />
"<strong>The</strong> guy is really a magician?"<br />
"<strong>The</strong> man seemingly does have true powers," he acknowledged. "He also has a great deal <strong>of</strong><br />
money, earned in India long ago by kin less aes<strong>the</strong>tic than he. And, like Wilde, he is a master<br />
showman."<br />
"I had a sworn account <strong>of</strong> devil worship and at least one instance <strong>of</strong> human sacrifice," said<br />
Jennie.<br />
Harry asked her, "Is Orchardson here in Paris? Is he <strong>the</strong> one who hypnotized you?"<br />
She nodded. "He was waiting in my hotel room," she said, shivering once. "He's an obese man,<br />
puffy and pale as death. He . . . even though I tried to fight against it . . . hypnotized me. Using an<br />
opal medallion he wears around his fat neck."<br />
"Nowhere near as effective as a coin," said <strong>the</strong> magician.<br />
"What were you supposed to do?"<br />
She lowered her head, picked up <strong>the</strong> pencil and tapped at <strong>the</strong> tablecloth with its blunt tip.<br />
"Follow you, report to him all that you did while in Paris."<br />
"He knows why I'm here?"<br />
"Seemed to. At least he knew you were going to <strong>the</strong> museum and when. I was instructed to<br />
follow you."<br />
"Why?"<br />
"He's interested in <strong>the</strong> Osiris <strong>Obelisk</strong>."