The Uttermost Farthing | Page 3

the pedestal of which was coated with scarlet enamel and the number
and date on it in gold lettering.
"That specimen," said Challoner, thoughtfully, "is the last of the flock.
It made the collection complete. So I marked it with a distinctive
pedestal. You will understand all about it when you take over. Now
come and look at my gems."
He walked behind the chest of drawers and stood facing the wall which
was covered with mahogany paneling. Each panel was about four feet
wide by five high, was bordered by a row of carved rosettes and was

separated from the adjoining panels by pilasters.
"Now, watch me, Wharton," said he. "You see these two rosettes near
the bottom of the panel. You press your thumbs on them, so; and you
give a half turn. That turns a catch. Then you do this." He grasped the
pilaster on each side of the panel, gave a gentle pull, and panel and
pilasters came away bodily, exposing a moderate-sized cupboard. I
hastily relieved him of the panel, and, when he had recovered his breath,
he began to expound the contents of this curious hiding-place.
"That row of books you will take possession of and examine when my
lease falls in. You are my executor and this collection will be yours to
keep or give away or destroy, as you think fit. The books consist of a
finger-print album, a portrait album, a catalogue and a history of the
collection. You will find them all quite interesting. Now I will show
you the gems if you will lift those boxes down on to the table."
I did as he asked; lifting down the pile of shallow boxes and placing
them, at his direction, side by side on the table. When they were
arranged to his satisfaction, he took off the lids with somewhat of a
flourish, and I uttered an exclamation of amazement.
The boxes were filled with dolls' heads; at least, such I took them to be.
But such dolls! I had never seen anything like them before. So horribly
realistic and yet so unnatural! I can only describe the impression they
produced by that much-misused word "weird." They were uncanny in
the extreme, suggesting to the beholder the severed heads of a company
of fantastic, grotesque-looking dwarfs. Let me try to describe them in
detail.
Each head was about the size of a small monkey's, that is, about four
inches long. It appeared to be made of some fine leather or vellum,
remarkably like human skin in texture. The hair in all of them was
disproportionately long and very thick, so that it looked somewhat like
a paint-brush. But it was undoubtedly human hair. The eyebrows too
were unnaturally thick and long and so were the mustache and beard,
when present; being composed, as I could plainly see, of genuine
mustache and beard hairs of full length and very closely set. Some were

made to represent clean-shaven men, and some even showed two or
three days' growth of stubble; which stubble was disproportionately
long and most unnaturally dense. The eyes of all were closed and the
eyelashes formed a thick, projecting brush. But despite the abnormal
treatment of the hairy parts, these little heads had the most
astonishingly realistic appearance and were, as I have said, excessively
weird and rather dreadful in aspect. And, in spite of the closed eyes and
set features, each had an expression and character of its own; each, in
fact, seemed to be a faithful and spirited portrait of a definite individual.
They were upwards of twenty in number, all male and all represented
persons of the European type. Each reposed in a little velvet-lined
compartment and each was distinguished by a label bearing a number
and a date.
I looked up at Challoner and found him regarding me with an
inscrutable and hideous smile.
"These are very extraordinary productions, Challoner," said I. "What
are they? And what are they made of?"
"Made of, my dear fellow?" said he. "Why, the same as you and I are
made of, to be sure."
"Do you mean to say," I exclaimed, "that these little heads are made of
human skin?"
"Undoubtedly. Human skin and human hair. What else did you think?"
I looked at him with a puzzled frown and finally said that I did not
understand what he meant.
"Have you never heard of the Mundurucu Indians?" he asked.
I shook my head. "What about them?" I asked.
"You will find an account of them in Bates' "Naturalist on the
Amazon," and there is a reference to them in Gould and Pyle's
"Anomalies.""

There was a pause, during which I gazed, not without awe, at the open
boxes. Finally I looked at Challoner and asked, "Well?"
"Well, these are examples