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… seats, made of ebony inlaid with silver discs. Sister Cybele left the others to take her seat as president of the circular table. Simon Iff himself sat at the head of the triangle, placing Cyril Grey and the Mahathera Phang at the other corners. Lord Antony Bowling was at his left, Lisa at his right; Morningside faced him from the base. When all were seated, Sister Cybele rose, struck a bell that stood at her hand, and said: "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. O Master of the Temple, what is thy will?" Simon Iff rose in his place…
1929 · PDF PAGE 62
Lord Antony stopped with a jerk; and lifting his liqueur glass, drained it suddenly. Sister Cybele rose and bowed to Simon Iff. But Cyril Grey's voice rose in a high-pitched drawl: "Better a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled prawn, and discontentment therewith!" The Master frowned him down. "Gentlemen!" he said, "It is the custom of this House that its guests pay for their entertainment. Lord Antony Bowling has done so by his delightful story; Mr. Morningside by his brilliant theory upon the function of food; and the Mahathera Phang…
1929 · PDF PAGE 238
…r had been converted into a hospital. But who should come to greet him if not Sister Cybele? Beside her stood the severe figure of Simon Iff. There were two others in the background. Cyril was not surprised to see his old master, the Mahathera Phang; but the other? It was Abdul Bey. "Come forward and shake hands," cried Simon Iff. "I have not been inactive, Cyril," added the old man. "I have had my eye on our young friend for a long time. I put my hand on him at the right moment. I showed him that spying was a dog's [334] game, with a dog's dea…
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Irish-Italian girl. [30] Simon Iff gave her a significant glance, and she was wise enough to take it. There are subjects which it is better to drop. "You know, Mr. Iff," said Lisa, to lighten the sudden tension, "I've been most fearfully interested in all you have said, and I think I have understood quite a part of it; but I don't see the practical application. Do you want me to get messages from the Mighty Dead?" "Just at present," said the mystic, "I want you to digest what you have heard, and the dejeuner which Brother Cyril is about to offe…
1929 · PDF PAGE 46
"I can see a sort of shapeless mass, dark-red," she said after a pause. "Now watch!" cried Iff. He took several steps into the garden, and raised his right hand. "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law!" [66] he proclaimed in such a voice as once shook Sinai. Then he threw the rest of the dittany in the direction of the Thing. "By all the powers of the Pentagram!" shouted Cyril Grey; "he's deliberately making a magical link between it and Lisa." He bit his lip, and cursed himself in silence; he knew he had been startled out of prudence…
1929 · PDF PAGE 65
…nce obscure and menacing. She wondered why they called it a chapel. It was a bell-shaped cave. She dimly saw the white curtains of which Iff had spoken; there was nothing else in the room but a square thin altar whose surface was of polished silver, around whose base ran a broad copper band, evidently the circle referred to, and ten lamps, set in little stars of iron, which gave a faint blue light. The entire chamber was cut out of the solid rock. [93] Only that part of it which lay within the circle had been dressed; the rest of the floor, and…
1929 · PDF PAGE 21
… of la Giuffria dilated. She understood that it was a monster that had carried her away; and she made ready for a last battle. But Simon Iff announced the meal. "Pray you, be seated!" he said. "Unfortunately, to-day is a [32] fast-day with us; we have but some salt fish with our bread and wine." Lisa wondered what kind of a fast-day it might be: it was certainly not Friday. The Pasha made a wry face. "Ah!" said Iff, as if he had just remembered it, "but we have some Caviar." The Pasha refused coldly. "I do not really want dejeuner," he said. "I…
1929 · PDF PAGE 2
…sure as my efforts to bring America into the War on our side allowed me. Hence my illusions on the subject, and the sad showing of Simon Iff at the end. Need I add that, as the book itself demonstrates beyond all doubt, all persons and incidents are purely the figment of a disordered imagination? London, 1929. A.C.
1929 · PDF PAGE 69
… full of the members of the Order, in their robes. At the East, where an oriel opened toward the dawn, she could see the figure of Simon Iff, his eyes fixed, awaiting the rising of the Sun. A beam touched his face; and he began: "Hail unto thee that art Ra in thy rising; even unto thee that art Ra in thy strength, that travellest over the Heavens in thy Bark in the uprising of the Sun! Tahuti standeth in his splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm; hail unto thee from the abodes of night!" It seemed to her that the whole assembly…
1929 · PDF PAGE 33
…wrapped her furs about her; but suddenly she felt faint "I can't bear the sight of blood," she said, and collapsed upon the divan. Simon Iff appeared at her side with a glass of brandy. [49] "I feel better now; do give me my hat, Marquise!" Again Cyril intervened. "Over my dead body!" he cried, feigning to be a jealous lover; and adjusted it with his own hands. Presently the visitors were at the door. The Turk became voluble over the seance. "Wonderful!" he cried; one of the most remarkable I was ever present at!" "So glad, Pasha!" replied Grey…
1929 · PDF PAGE 230
…ord Juventius Mellor, an exquisite young dandy with a languid lisp, who, in time of peace, had been pupil and private secretary of Simon Iff, came to greet him. "Ju, dear boy, help me out. I've got to tell Cripps something, and he'll think I'm mad. It's bluff, too; but it's true for all that — and it's the one chance in the world." "Right O!" "Are we retreating again?" "All through the night. There's not a dog's chance to save Paris, and the line stretches every hour." "Don't worry about Paris — it's as safe as Bordeaux. Safer, because the Cove…
1929 · PDF PAGE 70
…rig of gorse, and the sunlight, streaming through the apex of the vault, made its thorny bloom of the very fire and colour of day. Simon Iff stood behind the altar; Cyril Grey was on her right hand, Sister Cybele on her left. They joined their hands about her. "I will now complete the formality of your reception," said the old man. "Say after me: 'I (your name).'" "I, Lisa la Giuffria —" "Solemnly promise to devote myself" She repeated the phrase. To the discovery of my true purpose in this life." She echoed in a lower tone. All three concluded…
1929 · PDF PAGE 51
…ad had no share in them. But people who saw him only in the first phase thought him easily hoodwinked. The second of the guests of Simon Iff, or, rather, of the Order to which he belonged, was a tall man bowed with ill-health. A shock of heavy black hair crowned a face pallid as death itself; but his eyes blazed formidably beneath their bushy brows. He had just returned from Burma, where he had lived for many years as a Buddhist monk. The indomitable moral valour of the man shone from him; one could see in every gesture the marks of his fierce …
1929 · PDF PAGE 83
…rom his pocket, and filled in a blank for the required sum. Balloch snatched it greedily. "This is worth your money," he said. "That man Iff is in the second grade, perhaps even the first, of their dirty Order; and we sometimes think he's the most powerful of the whole damned crew. That fool Grey's a child to him. I know now how the Watcher was destroyed. Oh! S.R.M.D. will pay somebody for this! But listen, man — you bring that old beast's head on a charger — or Grey's, either! — and you can have any grade you dare ask for! And that's no lie, c…
1929 · PDF PAGE 92
…o disturb the balance of the Republic. They asked themselves if the Dreyfus case were come again. However, Cyril got his call, and Simon Iff his information, before seven o'clock. Long before Douglas, who had waited until midnight for the news of his triumph, had recovered from the sleep following its celebration, Iff in his fastest automobile had picked up the lovers at an agreed spot in the forest, the Croix du Grand Maitre, whirled them to Dijon, and put them into the train for Marseilles. There they took ship, and came to Naples by sea, wit…
1929 · PDF PAGE 86
…f others was uncanny; he read Balloch at a gesture. "Grey never struck the Watcher," he said; "it was not his style; who was it?" "Simon Iff." "I shall see to that." Balloch understood that, though S.R.M.D. feared Iff and loathed him, his great preoccupation was with Cyril Grey. He hated the young magician with a perfect hatred; he would never forget his ruin at those boyish hands. Also, he forgave nothing, from a kindness to an insult; he was malignant for the sake of malice. "They will have gone over to their house on Montmartre," continued D…
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…s, ready to turn even on its employers, that they might wail with it in torment." "One of the best numbers on the programme," said Simon Iff. "Now see the other way!" "Yes: if your way is better than that!" cried the girl, her eyes gleaming. "It isn't my way," said the mystic, with a sudden inflection of solemnity. His voice rose in a low monotonous chant as he quoted from "The Book of the Heart girt with the Serpent." "I, and Me, and Mine were sitting with lutes in [65] the market-place of the great city, the city of the violets and the roses.…
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…im at the thought — which was instinctive knowledge — that he must scale them, whether he would or no. "Take care!" suddenly cried Simon Iff. At almost the same instant a terrible scream shrilled out from a neighbouring studio. "It is my fault," murmured the old man, humbly. "I divided his will. I have been talking like an old fool. I must have been identified with Simon Iff for a moment. Oh, pride! Oh, pride!" But Cyril Grey had understood the warning. He rose to his full height, and made a curious gesture. Then, with a grim face, he ran out o…
1929 · PDF PAGE 88
…d take one, too. And he would go — he would retrieve his error of yesterday. He was not in the least afraid of that cub Grey, when Simon Iff was not there to back him. It would go hard, but he should get a drop of Lisa's blood — if he had to bribe the wagon-lit man. Then — who knows? — there might even be a chance to kill Grey. He waited till the last moment before he boarded the train. The train would stop at Moret-les-Sablons; by that time the beds would be made up; he would have plenty of time to act; he could go on to Rome if necessary. Cyr…
1929 · PDF PAGE 108
… of his "watcher." "It's mine, not yours!" he raged. To the steady and continuous affirmation of true unity in all diversity which Simon Iff was making, he opposed the affirmation of duality. The result was that his whole mind was aflame with the passion of contrasting things, of playing forces off against each other. When it came to practical decisions, he divided his forces, and deliberately created jealousy and hatred where co-operation and loyalty should have been the first and last consideration. Yet Simon Iff had used no spell but Love. […