CHAPTER 12 SUPERSTITION
Penny quickened her step. “Lorinda!” she called again.
The girl at the bonfire whirled around. Seeing Penny, she gave the wooden doll a shove with the toe of her shoe, trying to bury it beneath a pile of burning wood.
Penny was not to be so easily deceived. Reaching the fire, she asked directly: “Lorinda, what in the world are you doing?”
“Why, nothing.”
“You’re burning something you don’t want me to see!”
“It’s nothing. Just an old doll.”
The wooden object had not yet caught fire, and Penny could still see it plainly.
“Why, it’s an effigy doll!” she exclaimed, then observing the face clearly, she added in a shocked voice: “A likeness of your mother!”
The scarlet string around the doll’s body caught fire, and soon tongues of flame began to consume the wood. Only then did Lorinda speak.
“Now it is destroyed! But I cannot so easily destroy the evil that threatens my mother!”
“Why, Lorinda! What do you mean? Why are you burning this doll?”
Lorinda sank down on the sand, her eyes upon the fire. “I hadn’t intended anyone to know. You swear you will never tell Mother?”
“Of course not.”
“I found this doll in a downstairs coat closet. You saw for yourself that it was an effigy of Mother and that it was wrapped with string?”
“Yes, but I fail to understand its significance.”
“That scarlet wool string is known as a life-thread. Each day a little of the thread is unwound until finally it all is gone. Then the person dies.”
“Not your mother, Lorinda! Surely, you don’t believe such a crazy superstition!”
“I don’t,” Lorinda answered, her voice barely above a whisper. “But Mother will if she learns about the doll. That is why she will die, unless I can do something to break the spell.”
To Penny the words seemed fantastic, but she realized Lorinda was deadly in earnest and convinced that she was speaking the truth.
“Let’s get to the bottom of this, Lorinda. How did the doll come into the house?”
“I only wish I knew. Obviously, it was brought by someone who hates my mother. The doll was carved in her image, and no doubt deadly basiko and dayama incantations were chanted as the string was wrapped tightly about the body.”
“Who told you all this lingo?” Penny demanded suspiciously. “Your stepfather?”
“I learned a little of it from him,” Lorinda admitted, “but most of my knowledge came from Celeste and Antón.”
“Superstitious natives!”
“Laugh if you like, but this form of dark magic which is practiced in the jungles, is a sort of hypnotism. The victim weakens and dies because he believes that he is doomed.”
“Then the antidote is simple. Just don’t put any stock in such rot.”
“Easily said, but the victim always believes.”
“You think your mother will put faith in all this?” Penny scoffed.
Lorinda gave her a strange look. “I know she will, if she learns about the doll. That’s why I’m burning it.”
“A very sensible act. The doll is destroyed. We’ll keep this strictly to ourselves, and the spell is broken!”
“You make it sound very easy.”
“Your mother hasn’t seen the doll?”
“No, I only found it a few minutes ago.”
“Then she’ll never hear about it. Haven’t you any theory as to how the effigy got into the house?”
“No,” Lorinda replied, after a slight hesitation.
“Would your stepfather have had a hand in it?”
“Oh, I don’t think so! It would be such a vicious, wicked thing to do!”
“He and your mother always got on well together?”
“No, they had frequent disagreements,” Lorinda admitted, squirming uncomfortably. “All the same, my stepfather was not a cruel man.”
“Do you have utter confidence in Antón and Celeste?”
“They have been fairly efficient servants. Mother always has treated them well. What reason could they have for hating her?”
“I’m sure I can’t see any. Yet someone brought the doll into the house after carving it in your mother’s image.” Penny thought a moment, and then asked: “Could the Zudi drum have anything to do with it?”
“That angle occurred to me,” Lorinda nodded. “From the first, I’ve been afraid that natives would trail my stepfather here and try to revenge themselves upon him for taking the drum.”
“Celeste and Antón are not members of the Zudi cult?”
“No, else they never would have aided my stepfather in acquiring the drum. I understand he never would have heard of it if Celeste hadn’t told him of its existence.”
“It’s all a queer puzzle,” Penny commented. “While I suppose it’s possible natives could have followed your father to America and now seek revenge upon his wife, such a theory doesn’t quite ring the gong.”
“Celeste thinks we should get rid of the Zudi drum. Unless we do, she’s convinced Mother will die a slow lingering death.”
“Celeste seems to have implanted quite a few ideas in your mind,” Penny observed dryly. “If you ask me, I should say she’s a sinister influence on the household.”
“Oh, Celeste means no harm. And the last few days since my stepfather disappeared, she’s been very devoted to Mother, waiting on her as if she were a baby.”
“Your mother must be terribly worried. You’ve heard nothing from your stepfather?”
“Not a word. Mother cries half the time, and this morning she refused to leave her room. Even now I’m afraid she is ill.”
“Now Lorinda!” reproved Penny. “I’m afraid you’re the one who has become hypnotized by that doll!”
“I hope it’s just that I’m silly, and that there’s nothing to it. But I’m afraid—terribly afraid.”
Penny picked up a stick and poked the dying embers. She could find only a charred piece of the doll left on the fire. Flames soon consumed it.
“There, it’s gone!” she exclaimed. “Take my advice, Lorinda, and forget this entire incident. Don’t tell your mother, Celeste, or anyone.”
Lorinda scrambled up, brushing sand from her slacks.
“All right, I’ll do as you say,” she agreed. “This shall be our secret. At any rate, by burning the doll, I should have put an end to its evil.”
Extinguishing the few remaining flames by covering them with sand, the girls slowly climbed the steps. Penny inquired whether or not the police had called at the mansion. Lorinda told her that they had spent nearly two hours questioning Mrs. Rhett.
“By the way,” Penny remarked as they approached the house, “do you know Albert Potts?”
“My stepfather’s secretary? I’ve met him a few times. Why?”
“He was quite a favorite with your stepfather, I suppose?”
“A favorite?” Lorinda chuckled. “On the contrary, he couldn’t stand him! Potts was always at his elbow, trying to tell him what to do, and what not to do. In his way he was efficient—too efficient, if you know what I mean.”
“I do,” agreed Penny. “That was why I was surprised to learn he had been granted a substantial salary increase after your stepfather disappeared.”
Lorinda turned her head quickly. “A pay raise? By the board, you mean?”
“I don’t know who gave it to him.”
“I can’t imagine anyone giving old Potts a raise, certainly not the board. The members meet only once a month, on the fifteenth. Of course, it’s possible a special session was called because of my stepfather’s absence.”
“That may have happened,” agreed Penny. “At any rate, Mr. Potts seemingly has come into money.”
Rounding a twist in the path, the girls came within view of the mansion terrace where Mrs. Rhett, in white, reclined.
“Why, Mother is downstairs!” Lorinda exclaimed in surprise.
The woman did not see the girls until they were very close. But as they reached the terrace, she raised her eyes, and smiled in a brief, sad manner. Penny instantly noted the pallor of her face.
“I appreciate your efforts, Lorinda,” she said before either of the girls spoke. “But it is useless.”
“What is useless, Mother?” inquired her daughter.
“I saw smoke rising from your fire on the beach.”
Lorinda glanced quickly at Penny, laughed nervously and said: “Oh, that! I was burning a little driftwood.”
Mrs. Rhett held her daughter’s eyes in a steady, knowing gaze.
“It is useless to try to deceive me,” she said quietly. “I know you burned the doll.”
“Whatever gave you such an idea, Mother?”
“I know,” replied the woman with quiet finality. “First the burnt match ends and now the doll! My life thread is reaching its end, and I shall slowly weaken and die.”
