had gone dry; I itched both to have my hands on my book again and to know what he had learned about its origins.
Mr. Martin opened the door and ushered me in with a little smile. "So glad you could come down," he said in the flat American twang that had become for me the most welcoming speech in the world.
When we were seated in his manuscript-filled office, I found myself facing him and was immediately shocked by the change in his appearance. I had seen him briefly a few months before and remembered his face, and nothing in his neat and professional correspondence with me had implied illness. Now he was drawn and pale, haggard in a way that caused his skin to look grey-yellow, his lips unnaturally crimson. He had lost a great deal of weight, so that his outdated suit hung limply from his thin shoulders. He sat hunched slightly forwards, as if some pain or weakness made it impossible for him to stand up straight. He seemed drained of life.
I tried to tell myself that I had merely been in a hurry during my first visit and that my acquaintance with the man by post had made me more observant this time, or more compassionate in my observations, but I couldn't shake the feeling of having seen him decay with the lapse of a short time. I assured myself that he might have some unfortunate and degenerative disease, a rapidly advancing cancer of some sort. Of course, politeness precluded any mention of his appearance.
"Now, Dr. Rossi," he said, in the American way. "I don't believe you realize
what a valuable little item you've had here all along."
"Valuable?" He could not possibly know its value to me, I thought, not with all the chemical analyses in the world. It was my key to revenge.
"Yes. It's a rare example of Central European mediaeval printing, a very interesting and unusual thing, and I'm pretty well satisfied now that it was probably printed about 1512, perhaps in Buda or perhaps in Wallachia. That date would place it safely after the Corvinus Saint Luke but before the Hungarian New Testament of 1520, which would probably have had an influence on such a work if it had already existed." He shifted in his creaking chair. "It's even possible that the woodcut in your book actually influenced the New Testament of 1520, which has a similar illustration, a winged Satan. But there's no way to prove that. Anyway, it would be a funny influence, wouldn't it? I mean, to see part of the Bible decorated with illustrations anything like this diabolical one."
"Diabolical?" I relished the sound of the condemnation on someone else's lips.
"Sure. You filled me in on the Dracula legend, but do you think I stopped there?"
Mr. Martin's tone was so flat and bright, so American, that it took me a moment to react. Never had I heard that sinister depth in a voice so perfectly ordinary. I stared at him, puzzled, but the tone was gone and his face smooth. He was looking through a pile of papers he had taken out of a folder.
"Here are the results of our tests," he said. "I've made clean copies of them for you, along with my write-up, and I think you'll find them interesting. They don't say much more than I've just told you - oh, there are two interesting additional facts. It appears from the chemical analysis that this book was stored, probably for a long time, in an atmosphere heavily laden with stone dust, and that that occurred before 1700. Also, the back section of it was stained at some point with salt water - perhaps from exposure to an ocean voyage. I suppose it could have been the Black Sea, if our guesses about production location are correct, but there are a lot of other possibilities, of course. I'm afraid we haven't set you farther on your quest than that - didn't you say you're writing a history of mediaeval Europe?"
He looked up and gave me his casual, good-natured smile, weird in that wasted face, and I perceived simultaneously two things that made my marrow go cold as I sat there.
The first was that I had never told him anything about writing a history of mediaeval Europe; I had said I wanted information on my volume to help me complete a bibliography of materials related to the life of Vlad the Impaler, known in legend as Dracula. Howard Martin was as