Blood drained from their faces. Anto flashed the torch in
the direction, but couldn’t find anyone.
Shivering, they looked into the jewellery box once again. But before
they felt the excitement once again, Alice felt a tap on her shoulder. A deep voice
reverberated in the empty room. It asked in a very serious tone “What is that
you both have with you?” This time the light of Anto’s torch caught the face of
the speaker and he collapsed. Alice was rooted to the spot in fear. It was a
tall lean man, with long stubbled face, dishevelled hair and shabby clothes. “I…
I hope he is ok… I’ll… I’ll get some water and candles. Don’t… Do not leave.” Alice
felt a tinge of nervousness in the seemingly stern voice. Shuddering, she
nodded in assent.
The feel of the cold water on his face brought Anto back to
consciousness. He saw Alice and tried smiling. But as soon as he saw the
stranger he let out a scream. Luckily, Alice covered his mouth so that only a muffled
noise escaped, not loud enough to draw the attention of the gatekeeper.
“Anto… This is Clint. He lives here,” informed Alice.
Clint gave a faint smile but was diffident to meet his eyes.
He appeared nervous and his hands shivered slightly. After an awkwardly long
pause he added “Why don’t you both… both come to my room… where you can sit for
a while?”
Anto was very hesitant but Alice convinced him to stay. She
was curious to know more about Clint. “Why is Clint living alone here and since
he is living here... why does the house look uninhabited? Doesn’t the gatekeeper
know about his existence? Is he a criminal??”A hundred other questions were
swirling through her mind and she felt a bit dizzy. However, they entered his room
which was at the other end of the house. A servant’s quarters next to the
kitchen, the room was smaller and clean unlike the rest of the house. He
gestured them to sit on the bed but was hesitant to meet their gaze. Apart from
the single cot there was a chair and a table with a candelabrum with three
holders in a corner. On the other corner there was a stool on which was kept
two plates and a mug. Clint sat on the chair.
After sometime Clint fretfully asked, looking at them for a few
seconds and then quickly staring at the floor “Why… Why did you both come here?
What… What is that you have in your hands?”
“We came here to find this” replied Anto uneasily, pointing
at the jewelry box in Alice’s hands.
“Actually it began with this” added Alice showing the pendant to him. Slowly
and anxiously he stepped forward to have a closer look at it.
“Oh …This is familiar. Isn’t …isn’t that my Elisabeth’s
locket? The one that her father gave her before his death?” enquired Clint with a sudden sparkle in his
eyes. “She… she had told me all about it. She had described it to me in detail once.
But how did you find it?”
Totally confused Alice and Anto gaped at each other. Anto, then narrated how his Uncle got this
locket, a detail even Alice had forgotten to ask. “Actually this locket was
brought to my Uncle by the undertaker Thoma. He is in charge of the upkeep of
the Dutch Cemetery. He said that he found this there and was willing to give it
to my uncle in exchange of some money. My uncle took it immediately realizing
its antique value.” He also narrated all the details of their exploration.
After a short silence Alice said, “Clint… from the way you
spoke of Elisabeth she seems like a close friend yours. But … but from what we
investigated we thought she was someone who lived in Calico in the late
eighteenth century… It doesn’t seem to make any sense.”
Although, still shy to even to look at them, Clint replied gazing
at the locket in Alice’s hands. “In…in a way you can call Elisabeth my friend.
In fact, she is the only one who talks to me these days. Although I cannot see
her, I can hear her in my head. She has told me everything about her life, her
family, her life in the orphanage, her lover and even her death.”
Alice and Anto couldn’t
hide the mixed expression of surprise and fear on their faces. Clint continued,
“Now don’t think I’m mad… As a kid I had this capacity to hear voices in my
head. But my parents thought that it was just my imagination. As I grew older
the voices became louder and clearer. At first it was fun to listen to what
they had to say. But later it became much more than I could bear. I couldn’t sleep.
I started to scream out loud during the nights. My cries scared the children in
the neighbourhood. My parents were alarmed and the neighbours started complaining.
They even shouted at my parents asking them to take me to a mental asylum.”
Tears started to roll down the worn face of Clint who seemed young and old at
the same time. Alice couldn’t figure out how old he was.
“My…my father, totally upset, brought me here because he did
not want the whole world to look at me as if I were a madman. He had been the
gatekeeper of this place since I was a kid. He knew that under his watch no one will come here to bother me. This place has been quite creepy from the past, so
nobody really ventures to get in. And my cries have added to spookiness of this
place. Many people think that there is a ghost.” said Clint with a smile on his
face, at last willing to look at them in their eyes.
“So by what you said… you mean you can really hear Elisabeth
Wilhelmina?” questioned Anto. “Yes” replied Clint to their amazement. “She is a
really good soul. She always keeps telling me that the key to my soul is here.
I could never really understand what she meant. She had told me that she had a
beautiful pendant gifted to her by her father and that it has been missing for
a while. She was asking me to find it for her and with it her father’s
favourite secret to which this was the key. She wanted me to find it before
anybody did.”
“Since I don’t get out of this place, I haven’t been able to
do it for her. I am really grateful to you both for finding it.” Clint began to
sob. Alice and Anto felt sorry for him. They excused themselves and discussed
something in secret. They then went back to the room and persuaded Clint to go
out with them. Clint reluctantly agreed and the three of them got out through a
secret gate in the wall which was covered in creepers. It was Clint who told
them about it. Clint’s face was pale and anxious as he mounted the carriage of
Anto’s bicycle. He remained silent. After riding for five minutes they reached
the Dutch Cemetery beside the beach.
The gate as was padlocked. So they climbed across it and
started to search for Elisabeth’s grave. It was one on the corner facing the
west. Clint was overwhelmed. Anto took
Clint’s hand and kept the pendant in his palm. Alice took the other hand and
placed the ring in it. They both nodded their heads at Clint. His eyes welled
up as he looked at them dazed. After a while, he dropped the two pieces of
jewelry into the grave through a small crack in it. He quivered and then
began to weep.
Alice and Anto moved towards the gate allowing Clint to gain
his composure. While walking Alice wiped away the tears on her face with the
tip of her shirt. She felt like she could almost hear Elisabeth speaking
enthusiastically to Clint, happy for bringing the two precious gifts to her
finally.
“It’s sad how the world treats Clint, isn’t it Anto? Things
would be so different be if people really got to know each other and what they
are going through… right?” she commented thoughtfully to Anto. They decided to
visit Clint every Saturday without fail. Alice asked Anto to take Clint to the
beach. She promised to join them in a moment and hurried away on the bicycle. Soon she
returned to the spot where they were seated quietly watching the sea. She
handed Clint something wrapped like a gift. It was a book and a pen. “This is for you to write down
everything the voices in your head tell you” said Alice. Clint smiled at her. There was an element of surprise and
gratitude in his eyes. The three of them
smiled at each other and it lingered on as they watched the sun set, deep in
thought.
