The Monkey's Paw

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The Monkey's Paw
W. W. JACOBS

   WITHOUT, THE NIGHT was cold and wet, but in the small parlor of Lakesnam
Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at
chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes,
putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked
comment from the whitehaired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.
   "Hark at the wind," said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after
it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.
   "I'm listening," said the latter, grimly surveying the board as he stretched
out his hand. "Check."
   "I should hardly think that he'd come tonight," said his father, with his
hand poised over the board.
   "Mate," replied the son.

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"That's the worst of living so far out," bawled Mr. White, with sudden and
unlooked-for violence; "of all the beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to
live in, this is the worst. Pathway's a bog,  and the road's a torrent. I don't
know what people are thinking about.  I suppose because only two houses on the
road are let, they think it  doesn't matter."
   "Never mind, dear," said his wife soothingly; "perhaps you'll win the next
one."
   Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance
between mother and son. The words died away on his lips, and he hid a guilty
grin in his thin grey beard.
   "There he is," said Herbert White, as the gate banged to loudly and heavy
footsteps came toward the door.
   The old man rose with hospitable haste, and opening the door, was heard
condoling with the new arrival. The new arrival also condoled with himself, so
that Mrs. White said, "Tut, tut!" and coughed gently as  her husband entered the
room, followed by a tall, burly man, beady of  eye and rubicund of visage.
   "Sergeant Major Morris," he said, introducing him.

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The sergeant major shook hands, and taking the proffered seat by the fire,
watched contentedly while his host got out whisky and tumblers and stood a small
copper kettle on the fire.
   At the third glass his eyes got brighter, and he began to talk, the little
family circle regarding with eager interest this visitor from distant parts,  as
he squared his broad shoulders in the chair and spoke of strange  scenes and
doughty deeds, of wars and plagues and strange peoples.
   "Twenty-one years of it," said Mr. White, nodding at his wife and son. "When
he went away he was a slip of a youth in the warehouse. Now look at him."
   "He don't look to have taken much harm," said Mrs. White politely. "I'd like
to go to India myself," said the old man, "just to look round  a bit, you know."
   "Better where you are," said the sergeant major, shaking his head. He put
down the empty glass, and sighing softly, shook it again.
   "I should like to see those old temples and fakirs and jugglers," said the
old man. "What was that you started telling me the other day about a monkey's
paw or something, Morris?"
   "Nothing," said the soldier hastily. "Leastways, nothing worth hearing."
   "Monkey's paw?" said Mrs. White curiously.
   "Well, it's just a bit of what you might call magic, perhaps," said the
sergeant major offhandedly.

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His three listeners leaned forward eagerly. The visitor absentmindedly put
his empty glass to his lips and then set it down again. His host filled it for
him.
   "To look at," said the sergeant major, fumbling in his pocket, "it's just an
ordinary little paw, dried to a mummy."
   He took something out of his pocket and proffered it. Mrs. White drew back
with a grimace, but her son, taking it, examined it curiously.
   "And what is there special about it?" inquired Mr. White, as he took  it
from his son, and having examined it, placed it upon the table.
   "It had a spell put on it by an old fakir," said the sergeant major, "a
very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled people's lives, and  that those
who interfered with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell  on it so that
three separate men could each have three wishes from it."
   His manner was so impressive that his hearers were conscious that their
light laughter jarred somewhat.
   "Well, why don't you have three, sir?" said Herbert White cleverly.
   The soldier regarded him in the way that middle age is wont to regard
presumptuous youth. "I have," he said quietly, and his blotchy face whitened.
   "And did you really have the three wishes granted?" asked Mrs. White.
   "I did," said the sergeant major, and his glass tapped against his strong
teeth.

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"And has anybody else wished?" inquired the old lady.
   "The first man had his three wishes, yes," was the reply. "I don't know what
the first two were, but the third was for death. That's how I got the paw."
   His tones were so grave that a hush fell upon the group.
   "If you've had your three wishes, it's no good to you now, then, Morris,"
said the old man at last. "What do you keep it for?"
   The soldier shook his head. "Fancy, I suppose," he said slowly. "I did have
some idea of selling it, but I don't think I will. It has caused  enough
mischief already. Besides, people won't buy. They think it's a  fairy tale, some
of them, and those who do think anything of it want to try it first and pay me
afterward."
   "If you could have another three wishes," said the old man, eyeing him
keenly, "would you have them?"
   "I don't know," said the other. "I don't know."
   He took the paw, and dangling it between his front finger and thumb,
suddenly threw it upon the fire. White, with a slight cry, stooped down and
snatched it off.
   "Better let it burn," said the soldier solemnly.
   "If you don't want it, Morris," said the old man, "give it to me."
   "I won't," said his friend doggedly. "I threw it on the fire. If you keep
it, don't blame me for what happens. Pitch it on the fire again, like a sensible
man."

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The other shook his head and examined his new possession closely. "How do
you do it?" he inquired.
   "Hold it up in your right hand and wish aloud," said the sergeant major,
"but I warn you of the consequences."
   "Sounds like the Arabian Nights," said Mrs. White, as she rose and began to
set the supper. "Don't you think you might wish for four pairs of hands for me?"
   Her husband drew the talisman from his pocket and then all three burst into
laughter as the sergeant major, with a look of alarm on his face, caught him by
the arm.
   "If you must wish," he said gruffly, "wish for something sensible."
   Mr. White dropped it back into his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his
friend to the table. In the business of supper the talisman was partly
forgotten, and afterward the three sat listening in an enthralled fashion to a
second installment of the soldier's adventures in India.

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The other shook his head and examined his new possession closely. "How do
you do it?" he inquired.
   "Hold it up in your right hand and wish aloud," said the sergeant major,
"but I warn you of the consequences."
   "Sounds like the Arabian Nights," said Mrs. White, as she rose and began to
set the supper. "Don't you think you might wish for four pairs of hands for me?"
   Her husband drew the talisman from his pocket and then all three burst into
laughter as the sergeant major, with a look of alarm on his face, caught him by
the arm.
   "If you must wish," he said gruffly, "wish for something sensible."
   Mr. White dropped it back into his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his
friend to the table. In the business of supper the talisman was partly
forgotten, and afterward the three sat listening in an enthralled fashion to a
second installment of the soldier's adventures in India.

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The other shook his head and examined his new possession closely. "How do
you do it?" he inquired.
   "Hold it up in your right hand and wish aloud," said the sergeant major,
"but I warn you of the consequences."
   "Sounds like the Arabian Nights," said Mrs. White, as she rose and began to
set the supper. "Don't you think you might wish for four pairs of hands for me?"
   Her husband drew the talisman from his pocket and then all three burst into
laughter as the sergeant major, with a look of alarm on his face, caught him by
the arm.
   "If you must wish," he said gruffly, "wish for something sensible."
   Mr. White dropped it back into his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his
friend to the table. In the business of supper the talisman was partly
forgotten, and afterward the three sat listening in an enthralled fashion to a
second installment of the soldier's adventures in India.

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"If the tale about the monkey's paw is not more truthful than those he has
been telling us," said Herbert, as the door closed behind their guest, just in
time for him to catch the last train, "we shan't make much out of it."
   "Did you give him anything for it, Father?" inquired Mrs. White, regarding
her husband closely.
   "A trifle," said he, coloring slightly. "He didn't want it, but I made him
take it. And he pressed me again to throw it away."
   "Likely," said Herbert, with pretended horror. "Why, we're going to be rich,
and famous, and happy. Wish to be an emperor, Father, to begin with; then you
can't be henpecked."
   He darted around the table, pursued by the maligned Mrs. White armed with an
antimacassar.
   Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. "I don't know
what to wish for, and that's a fact," he said slowly. "It seems to me I've got
all I want."

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"If you only cleared the house, you'd be quite happy, wouldn't you?" said
Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. "Well, wish for two hundred pounds,
then; that'll just do it."
   His father, smiling shamefacedly at his own credulity, held up the talisman,
as his son, with a solemn face somewhat marred by a wink at his mother, sat down
at the piano and struck a few impressive chords.
   "I wish for two hundred pounds," said the old man distinctly.
   A fine crash from the piano greeted the words, interrupted by a shuddering
cry from the old man. His wife and son ran toward him.
   "It moved," he cried, with a glance of disgust at the object as it lay on
the floor. "As I wished, it twisted in my hand like a snake."
   "Well, I don't see the money," said his son, as he picked it up and placed
it on the table, "and I bet I never shall."
   "It must have been your fancy, Father," said his wife, regarding him
anxiously.
   He shook his head. "Never mind, though; there's no harm done,  but it gave
me a shock all the same."

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They sat down by the fire again while the two men finished their pipes.
Outside, the wind was higher than ever, and the old man started nervously at the
sound of a door banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled upon
all three, which lasted until the old couple rose to retire for the night.
   "I expect you'll find the cash tied up in a big bag in the middle of your
bed," said Herbert, as he bade them good night, "and something horrible
squatting up on top of the wardrobe watching you as you pocket your ill-gotten
gains."
    IN THE BRIGHTNESS of the wintry sun next morning as it streamed over the
breakfast table, Herbert laughed at his fears. There was an air of prosaic
wholesomeness about the room which it had lacked on the previous night, and the
dirty, shriveled little paw was pitched on the sideboard with a carelessness
which betokened no great belief in its virtues.
   "I suppose all old soldiers are the same," said Mrs. White. "The idea of our
listening to such nonsense! How could wishes be granted in these days? And if
they could, how could two hundred pounds hurt you, Father?"

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"Might drop on his head from the sky," said the frivolous Herbert.
   "Morris said the things happened so naturally," said his father, "that you
might, if you so wished, attribute it to coincidence."
   "Well, don't break into the money before I come back," said Herbert, as he
rose from the table. "I'm afraid it'll turn you into a mean, avaricious man, and
we shall have to disown you."
   His mother laughed, and following him to the door, watched him down the
road, and returning to the breakfast table, was very happy at the expense of her
husband's credulity. All of which did not prevent her from scurrying to the door
at the postman's knock, nor prevent her from referring somewhat shortly to
retired sergeant majors of bibulous habits, when she found that the post brought
a tailor's bill.
   "Herbert will have some more of his funny remarks, I expect, when he comes
home," she said, as they sat at dinner.
   "I daresay," said Mr. White, pouring himself out some beer; "but for all
that, the thing moved in my hand; that I'll swear to."
   "You thought it did," said the old lady soothingly.
   "I say it did," replied the other. "There was no thought about it; I had
just-- What's the matter?"

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His wife made no reply. She was watching the mysterious  movements of a man
outside, who, peering in an undecided fashion at the house, appeared to be
trying to make up his mind to enter. In mental connection with the two hundred
pounds, she noticed that the stranger was well dressed and wore a silk hat of
glossy newness. Three times he paused at the gate, and then walked on again. The
fourth time he stood with his hand upon it, and then with sudden resolution
flung it open and walked up the path. Mrs. White at the same moment placed her
hands behind her, and hurriedly unfastening the strings of her apron, put that
useful article of apparel beneath the cushion of her chair.
   She brought the stranger, who seemed ill at ease, into the room. He gazed
furtively at Mrs. White, and listened in a preoccupied fashion as the old lady
apologized for the appearance of the room, and her husband's coat, a garment
which he usually reserved for the garden. She then waited as patiently as her
sex would permit for him to broach his business, but he was at first strangely
silent.

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His wife made no reply. She was watching the mysterious  movements of a man
outside, who, peering in an undecided fashion at the house, appeared to be
trying to make up his mind to enter. In mental connection with the two hundred
pounds, she noticed that the stranger was well dressed and wore a silk hat of
glossy newness. Three times he paused at the gate, and then walked on again. The
fourth time he stood with his hand upon it, and then with sudden resolution
flung it open and walked up the path. Mrs. White at the same moment placed her
hands behind her, and hurriedly unfastening the strings of her apron, put that
useful article of apparel beneath the cushion of her chair.
   She brought the stranger, who seemed ill at ease, into the room. He gazed
furtively at Mrs. White, and listened in a preoccupied fashion as the old lady
apologized for the appearance of the room, and her husband's coat, a garment
which he usually reserved for the garden. She then waited as patiently as her
sex would permit for him to broach his business, but he was at first strangely
silent.

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"I--was asked to call," he said at last, and stooped and picked a piece  of
cotton from his trousers. "I come from Maw and Meggins."
   The old lady started. "Is anything the matter?" she asked breathlessly. "Has
anything happened to Herbert? What is it? What is it?"
   Her husband interposed. "There, there, Mother," he said hastily. "Sit down,
and don't jump to conclusions. You've not brought bad news, I'm sure, sir," and
he eyed the other wistfully.
   "I'm sorry--" began the visitor.
   "Is he hurt?" demanded the mother.
   The visitor bowed in assent. "Badly hurt," he said quietly, "but he is not
in any pain."
   "Oh, thank God!" said the old woman, clasping her hands. "Thank God for
that! Thank--"
   She broke off suddenly as the sinister meaning of the assurance dawned upon
her and she saw the awful confirmation of her fears in the other's averted face.
She caught her breath, and turning to her slower-witted husband, laid her
trembling old hand upon his. There was a long silence.
   "He was caught in the machinery," said the visitor at length, in a low
voice.