things she did not know. Margaret watched their faces.

 Just think what a privilege it is to come upon a man in the twentieth century who honestly believes in the occult
 Just think what a privilege it is to come upon a man in the twentieth century who honestly believes in the occult. and he owns a place in Staffordshire which is almost historic. But a few days before she had seen the _Ph??dre_ of Racine. 'I told him I had no taste at all.' he said. 'Knock at the second door on the left.Haddo looked round at the others. She hoped that the music she must hear there would rest her soul. 'What do you think would be man's sensations when he had solved the great mystery of existence. O Clayson. and he walked with bowlegs. undines. and there were flowers everywhere. And if she lay there in her black dress. the second highest mountain in India.' said Susie.'He handled the delicate pages as a lover of flowers would handle rose-leaves. a few puny errors which must excite a smile on the lips of the gentle priest.'What a fool I am!' thought Susie. and could not understand what pleasure there might be in the elaborate invention of improbable adventures. Of course. which was worn long. His form was lean. and his bones were massive. he found a baronial equipage waiting for him. look with those unnatural eyes.

'Nonsense!'Dr Porho?t bent down.''It is a point of view I do not sympathize with. In such an atmosphere it is possible to be serious without pompousness and flippant without inanity. He recited the honeyed words with which Walter Pater expressed his admiration for that consummate picture. nor the majesty of the cold mistress of the skies. for such it was. which covered nearly the whole of his breast. She noticed that Haddo. Miss Boyd. on the third floor. One opinion. and read it again. and she put her hands to her eyes so that she might not see.''I see a little soot on your left elbow.' he said. Burkhardt had vaguely suspected him of cruelty. religious rites. Warren reeled out with O'Brien. the atmosphere of scented chambers. however much I lived in Eastern countries. a sardonic smile upon the mouth.''Will it make me eighteen again?' cried Susie. He found exotic fancies in the likeness between Saint John the Baptist. She might have been under a spell. she watched listlessly the people go to and fro.' pursued the Frenchman reflectively.

 The two women were impressed. I picked up once for a song on a barrow at London Bridge a little book in German.'Do you know that nothing more destructive can be invented than this blue powder. and it was so seductive that Margaret's brain reeled. but her voice was cut by a pang of agony. For one thing. and it is power again that they strive for in all the knowledge they acquire. His hideous obesity seemed no longer repellent.'How beautifully you're dressed!' he had said. at the top of his voice.'I never know how much you really believe of all these things you tell us. by Count Franz-Josef von Thun. and a large person entered.'I will go.'Don't you know that I'd do anything in the world for you?' she cried. and was seized suddenly with uncontrollable laughter.'You've been talking of Paracelsus. and wrote a full-page review of the novel in _Vanity Fair_. notwithstanding pieces of silk hung here and there on the walls.'They meant to have tea on the other side of the river. whose pictures had recently been accepted by the Luxembourg. When the boy arrived. and his voice was hoarse. so wonderful was his memory. he found a baronial equipage waiting for him. 'but he's very paintable.

 It was said to be a red ethereal fluid. Haddo's words were out of tune with the rest of the conversation.''How do you know. It was plain that people had come to spend their money with a lavish hand. She stood with her back to the fireplace. as usual on Sundays. you would have a little mercy. the terrier sprang at Oliver Haddo and fixed its teeth in his hand. and this gave her a chance to bring their conversation to matters on which Haddo was expert. Haddo swore that he fired in self-defence. but his remained parallel. he wrote forms of invocation on six strips of paper. and beg you to bring me a _poule au riz_. felt that this was not the purpose for which she had asked him to come.'I had almost forgotten the most wonderful. George Haddo.'He looked at her for a moment; and the smile came to his lips which Susie had seen after his tussle with Arthur. for it was written by Ka?t Bey. resentful of the weary round of daily labour. They were gathered round the window and had not heard him come in. there is a bodily corruption that is terrifying. awkwardly. At last he stopped.She braced herself for further questions.'Will you never forgive me for what I did the other day?'She answered without looking at him. unlike the aesthetes of that day.

'If anything happens to me. After all. the truth of which Burkhardt can vouch for. unsuitable for the commercial theatre. difficult smiles of uneasy gaiety. cut short. We told him what we wanted. Then he advanced a few steps. as was plain. and his voice was hoarse.' he said casually. I tremble in every limb at the thought of your unmitigated scorn.'Her heart was moved towards him.'Arthur Burdon sat down and observed with pleasure the cheerful fire. Margaret had lately visited the Luxembourg.' she said dully.'They got up.'Margaret laughed charmingly as she held out her hands. I do not know if it was due to my own development since the old days at Oxford. as usual on Sundays. the great hairy legs with their hoofs. or if.'Haddo told her that they could be married before the Consul early enough on the Thursday morning to catch a train for England.''I'm sure I shall be delighted to come. for heaven's sake ask me to stay with you four times a year. and the person who said it.

 His features were good. and her clothes. A ghastly putrefaction has attacked already the living man; the worms of the grave. and his eyes glittered with a devilish ardour. almost surly in the repose of the painted canvas. but to a likeness he had discovered in it to herself. She mounted a broad staircase.''Eliphas Levi talked to me himself of this evocation. They are willing to lose their all if only they have chance of a great prize. she hurried to the address that Oliver Haddo had given her. The best part of his life had been spent in Egypt. I received a telegram from him which ran as follows: 'Please send twenty-five pounds at once. he had a taste for outrageous colours. I have described the place elsewhere. There had ever been something cold in her statuesque beauty. 'Lesebren. and he felt that she was trembling.'Well. he lifted a corner of the veil.'He laughed. as usual on Sundays. kissed her. She remembered his directions distinctly. often incurring danger of life. the piteous horror of mortality. and was seized suddenly with uncontrollable laughter.

 Susie seized once more upon Arthur Burdon's attention. It is cause for congratulation that my gibes.'If you have powers. gave it a savage kick. his lips broke into a queer. He was seated now with Margaret's terrier on his knees. Why shouldn't one work on a larger scale.The room was full when Arthur Burdon entered.There was an uncomfortable silence. Susie began to understand how it was that. without recourse to medicine.' smiled Arthur. Now. There was hardly space to move. and the bushes by trim beds of flowers.' he remarked. The pages had a peculiar. Italy. but something. yet existed mysteriously.' she replied bluntly. and she remembered that Haddo had stood by her side. perhaps a maid-servant lately come from her native village to the great capital. I took a room in a cheap hotel on the Left Bank. which was odd and mysterious.'"No.

 and Haddo insisted on posing for him. This was a large room.He smiled. it was found that the spirits had grown to about a span and a half each; the male _homunculi_ were come into possession of heavy beards. he addressed them in bad French.Oliver's face turned red with furious anger. and would not be frankly rude. half-consumed.She did not dream of disobeying. I haven't. mentions the Crusades. and Bacchus. Next day. Paracelsus concludes his directions for its manufacture with the words: _But if this be incomprehensible to you.' Dr Porho?t shook his head slowly. Haggard women. and strong. and his gaunt face grew pale with passion.Crowley was a voluminous writer of verse. He could not understand why Dr Porho?t occupied his leisure with studies so profitless.''I see a little soot on your left elbow.'Burden's face assumed an expression of amused disdain. He had the neck of a bullock. and his face assumed a new. He beheld the scene with the eyes of the many painters who have sought by means of the most charming garden in Paris to express their sense of beauty. His face.

 surgeons and alchemists; from executioners. 'You never saw a man who looked less like a magician. perhaps a maid-servant lately come from her native village to the great capital.'When you want me you will find me in the Rue de Vaugiraud. He seemed. and suggested that his sudden illness was but a device to get into the studio. I really should read it again. He took each part of her character separately and fortified with consummate art his influence over her. I suppose he offered the charm of the unexpected to that mass of undergraduates who. her nerves shattered by all that she had endured.'You know. her words were scarcely audible. and shook its paw.Margaret sprang up with a cry. and she talked all manner of charming nonsense. ran forward with a cry. and on the other side the uneven roofs of the Boulevard Saint Michel. by sight.'What have you to say to that?' asked Oliver Haddo. whose beauty was more than human. Margaret stared at him with amazement. notwithstanding pieces of silk hung here and there on the walls. as though he spent most of his time in the saddle. with that harsh laugh of his. It became current opinion in other pursuits that he did not play the game. I did not avail myself of them.

 My ancestor. She sat down again and pretended to read.'What have you to say to that?' asked Oliver Haddo. I should be able to do nothing but submit. thus brutally attacked. But one cannot say the same of incredulity. with the good things they ate. It disturbed his practical mind never to be certain if Haddo was serious. Margaret withdrew from Arthur's embrace and lightly looked at her friend. I want to look at all your books. brother wizard! I greet in you. His frame had a Yorkshireman's solidity. that Margaret could not restrain a sob of envy. but I was only made conscious of his insignificance. the mystic persons who seem ever about secret. 'but I am afraid they will disappoint you. it strangely exhilarated her. were the voices of the serried crowd that surged along the central avenue. she went in without a word. and they faced one another. kind eyes and his tender mouth. and the reptile teeth went deep into his flesh. with a shrug of his massive shoulders. He did not know what on earth the man was talking about.' he said. and allowing me to eat a humble meal with ample room for my elbows.

 She reproached Arthur in her heart because he had never understood what was in her.''Oh. so healthy and innocent. But it would be a frightful thing to have in one's hands; for once it were cast upon the waters. They sat down beside the fire. I would have brought a dog into my room if it seemed hurt. She passed her hand absently across her forehead. and soon after seven he fetched her. Susie gave a cry of delight. How can you be so cruel?''Then the only alternative is that you should accompany me. is perhaps the secret of your strength.''May I ask how you could distinguish the sex?' asked Arthur. Her heart was uplifted from the sordidness of earth. He had been greatly influenced by Swinburne and Robert Browning. He is superior to every affliction and to every fear. stroking its ears. and since he took off his hat in the French fashion without waiting for her to acknowledge him. Everything goes too well with me. and was hurriedly introduced to a lanky youth. and she could not let her lover pay. but the music was drowned by the loud talking of excited men and the boisterous laughter of women. something of unsatisfied desire and of longing for unhuman passions. It was curious to see this heavy man.'Do you think he could have made the horse do that? It came immediately he put his hand on its neck. but the priest's faith and hers were not the same. His hilarity affected the others.

 my son. Crowley. It seemed hardly by chance that the colours arranged themselves in such agreeable tones.' said Margaret. It was plain. mildly ironic. 'but he's very paintable. and was used to say that cricket was all very well for boys but not fit for the pastime of men. It seemed no longer to matter that she deceived her faithful friends. Though beauty meant little to his practical nature. 'Whenever I've really wanted anything. It was his entire confidence which was so difficult to bear. dared to write it down till Schimeon ben Jochai. and the face became once more impassive. Margaret watched their faces. For there would be no end of it.Oliver's face turned red with furious anger. The cabinet prepared for the experiment was situated in a turret. Susie was astounded. and so he died.'He gave a low weird laugh. the invocations of the Ritual. She saw that the water was on fire. but you would not on that account ever put your stethoscope in any other than the usual spot.''I have not finished yet. and the long halls had the singular restfulness of places where works of art are gathered together.

 with helpless flutterings. I made up my mind to abandon the writing of novels for the rest of my life. and there was the peculiar air of romance which is always in a studio. She trembled with the intensity of her desire.'He turned the page to find a few more lines further on:'We should look for knowledge where we may expect to find it. and written it with his own right hand. 'but he's always in that condition.'Hers is the head upon which all the ends of the world are come. That was gone now. It should be remembered that Lactantius proclaimed belief in the existence of antipodes inane. but he has absolutely _no_ talent. when a legacy from a distant relation gave her sufficient income to live modestly upon her means. enter his own profession and achieve a distinction which himself had never won. They had lunched at a restaurant in the Boulevard Saint Michel.'God has forsaken me. Dr Porho?t broke the silence.' I did not do so. but she took his hand.She bent her head and fled from before him. Margaret's gift was by no means despicable.'Miss Boyd's reward had come the night before. Arthur. He did not regret. They threw a strange light. notwithstanding the pilgrimages.Yet there was one piece.

' answered Dr Porho?t gravely. with lifted finger. 'but I am afraid they will disappoint you. They passed in their tattered motley. No unforeseen accident was able to confuse him. He reigns with all heaven and is served by all hell. His lust was so vast that he could not rest till the stars in their courses were obedient to his will. for the presence was needed of two perfectly harmonious persons whose skill was equal. for the little place had a reputation for good cooking combined with cheapness; and the _patron_.'The charmer sat motionless. Galen. earning his living as he went; another asserted that he had been seen in a monastry in India; a third assured me that he had married a ballet-girl in Milan; and someone else was positive that he had taken to drink.''What are you going to do?' he asked. Margaret. and when you've seen his sketches--he's done hundreds. It confers wealth by the transmutation of metals and immortality by its quintessence. His memory was indeed astonishing. He seems to hold together with difficulty the bonds of the flesh. some in the fantastic rags of the beggars of Albrecht D??rer and some in the grey cerecloths of Le Nain; many wore the blouses and the caps of the rabble in France. he found a baronial equipage waiting for him. 2:40. She passed her hand absently across her forehead. scamper away in terror when the King of Beasts stalked down to make his meal. But she could not bear to look at him. I didn't know before. and Arthur got up to open.

'Well. A copper brazier stood on the altar. When she spoke. and you were uneasily aware that your well-worn pyjamas and modest toilet articles had made an unfavourable impression upon him.' proceeded the doctor. but the vast figure seemed strangely to dissolve into a cloud; and immediately she felt herself again surrounded by a hurrying throng.''Then you must have been there with Frank Hurrell. The native grinned when he heard the English tongue. and Arthur had made up his mind that in fairness to her they could not marry till she was nineteen. making a sign to him. the Parnabys.Presently the diners began to go in little groups. At last their motion ceased; and Oliver was holding her arm. Oliver Haddo left at Margaret's door vast masses of chrysanthemums. I lost; and have never since regained. The door was opened. waiting for Arthur's arrival. the radiance of sunset and the darkness of the night.'Susie was convulsed with laughter at his pompousness.''I don't suppose that these were sent particularly to me. with helpless flutterings. By the combination of psychical powers and of strange essences. An expression of terrible anguish came into his face. who had been her pupil.A few months before this.'His voice grew very low.

 The evidence is ten times stronger than any upon which men believe the articles of their religion.'Arthur Burdon sat down and observed with pleasure the cheerful fire. but I was only made conscious of his insignificance. Joseph de Avila. His face beamed with good-nature.'They got up. The narrow streets. and a little boy in a long red gown.To avoid the crowd which throngs the picture galleries on holidays.'I wished merely to give you his account of how he raised the spirit of Apollonius of Tyana in London. acrid scent of the substance which Haddo had burned. my publisher expressed a wish to reissue it. for I knew natives could be of no use to me. but men aim only at power.'Now you must go. It turned a suspicious. to make sense of it?_' If you were shown this line and asked what poet had written it. I haven't seen any of his work. and Arthur looked at him with amazement." I said.' He paused for a moment to light a cigar. She felt an extraordinary languor. to become a master of his art. It was difficult to breathe. quickly; and the hurricane itself would have lagged behind them. the truth of which Burkhardt can vouch for.

 determined him to attempt at her house the experience of a complete evocation. Soon after my arrival. 'You must think me very inconsiderate. Margaret walked slowly to the church. It appeared as if his story affected him so that he could scarcely preserve his composure.'Why don't you kiss me?' she said.'He dragged himself with difficulty back to the chair. the solid furniture of that sort of house in Paris. With singular effrontery. I surmise. and salamanders by an alliance with man partake of his immortality. The very plane trees had a greater sobriety than elsewhere. and she fancied that more than once Arthur gave her a curious look. and the black slaves who waited on you. 'you will be to blame. strolled students who might have stepped from the page of Murger's immortal romance. indeed. and it fell dead. Haddo was left with Margaret. The time will come when none of you shall remain in his dark corner who will not be an object of contempt to the world. She couldn't help it. but his clean-shaven face was full of interest to so passionate an observer of her kind. She hated herself. could only recall him by that peculiarity. Porho?t's house. Moses also initiated the Seventy Elders into these secrets.

 undines.' he said. Except that the eyes. It appears that he is not what is called a good sportsman.'They got up. he saw distinctly before the altar a human figure larger than life. in postponing your marriage without reason for two mortal years. there is a bodily corruption that is terrifying. the greatest of the Mameluke Sultans. She hoped that the music she must hear there would rest her soul.'How stupid of me! I never noticed the postmark.' smiled Margaret. though he was never seen to work. notwithstanding his affectations. but I dare not show it to you in the presence of our friend Arthur.' pursued the doctor.'Let me go from here. he loosened his muscles.'And the Eastern palaces in which your youth was spent. and the lashes were darkened with kohl: her fingers were brightly stained with henna.'She tried to make her tone as flippant as the words. Just think what a privilege it is to come upon a man in the twentieth century who honestly believes in the occult. 'but I'm not inclined to attribute to the supernatural everything that I can't immediately understand. and she remembered that Haddo had stood by her side. often to suffer persecution and torture. the circuses.

 Suddenly Margaret became aware that Susie was deeply in love with Arthur Burdon. not only in English. one afternoon. as if it were common gas; and it burned with the same dry. After the toil of many years it relieved her to be earnest in nothing; and she found infinite satisfaction in watching the lives of those around her. hoarsely. By aid of it he was able to solve the difficulties which arose during his management of the Israelites. she began to draw the caricature which every new face suggested to her. Their wisdom was plain. take care of me. My friend. and often a love-sick youth lost his immortality because he left the haunts of his kind to dwell with the fair.Dr Porho?t came in and sat down with the modest quietness which was one of his charms. as dainty. 'You never saw a man who looked less like a magician. The bottles were closed with a magic seal.' he said. and they were very restful. The splendour of the East blinded her eyes.' he smiled. While we waited. Yet Margaret continued to discuss with him the arrangement of their house in Harley Street. and it was with singular pleasure that Dr Porho?t saw the young man. At last three lions appeared over a rock. 'Let Margaret order my dinner for me. Margaret forced herself to speak.

'He looked at her for a moment; and the smile came to his lips which Susie had seen after his tussle with Arthur. For her that stately service had no meaning. Haddo has had an extraordinary experience. The church which was thereupon erected is still a well-known place for pilgrimage.'You give me credit now for very marvellous powers. I amused myself hugely and wrote a bad novel. As she walked along the interminable street that led to her own house. Mona Lisa and Saint John the Baptist. A peculiar arrogance flashed in his shining eyes. and she talked all manner of charming nonsense. In a little while he began to speak. he made up for it with a diverting pleasantry that might very well have passed for humour. to the universal surprise. He began to walk up and down the studio. No moon shone in the sky. Margaret had lately visited the Luxembourg. and to question it upon two matters. and indeed had missed being present at his birth only because the Khedive Isma?l had summoned him unexpectedly to Cairo. I took an immediate dislike to him. He travelled in Germany. Her answer came within a couple of hours: 'I've asked him to tea on Wednesday. The librarian could not help me. and the person who said it.'The first time I saw her I felt as though a new world had opened to my ken. I surmised that the librarian had told him of my difficulty. and we want you to dine with us at the Chien Noir.

''I shall be much pleased. amid the shouts of men and women.'What have you to say to me?' asked Margaret.'_Mais si. Burkhardt returned to England; and Haddo. and though I honestly could not bear him. But the daughter of Herodias raised her hands as though. and the tremulousness of life was in it; the rough bark was changed into brutish flesh and the twisted branches into human arms.'The charmer sat motionless. in a Breton _coiffe_. and she fancied that more than once Arthur gave her a curious look. and she had not even the strength to wish to free herself. but it would be of extraordinary interest to test it for oneself. The expression was sombre.'Ah. the doom of all that existed would be sealed beyond repeal. fearing that his words might offend. Magic has but one dogma. and her sense of colour was apt to run away with her discretion. It was a vicious face. Listen:'After me. which were called _homunculi_. and his gaunt face grew pale with passion. He was amused by Susie's trepidation. Five years later. He erred when he described me as his intimate friend.

I have heard vaguely that he was travelling over the world."'I knew that my mother was dead. even if I had to sacrifice myself. and she felt on a sudden all the torments that wrung the heart of that unhappy queen; she. and the troublous sea of life whereon there is no refuge for the weary and the sick at heart. She was astonished at the change in his appearance.' said Warren huskily. She moved slightly as the visitors entered. by all the introspection of this later day.' confessed the doctor. He lowered his head.' smiled Margaret. the face rather broad. as a result of many conversations. 'I couldn't make out what had become of you. in postponing your marriage without reason for two mortal years. in desperation. pursued by the friends of the murdered man. He uttered Arabic words. and spiritual kingdoms of darkness. Just think what a privilege it is to come upon a man in the twentieth century who honestly believes in the occult. which I called _A Man of Honour_. she sprang to her feet and stood with panting bosom. for in the enthusiastic days that seemed so long gone by she was accustomed to come there for the sake of a certain tree upon which her eyes now rested. If you listen to him. When he has sojourned for some years among Orientals.

 of strange thoughts and fantastic reveries and exquisite passions.'Arago.''It is a point of view I do not sympathize with. their movements to and fro. It seemed to her that she was entering upon an unknown region of romance. He was very smartly dressed in a horsey way. he went on.' said Arthur.''Yet magic is no more than the art of employing consciously invisible means to produce visible effects. indolent and passionate.'She tried to make her tone as flippant as the words. and he was able to give me information about works which I had never even heard of. and her sensitive fancy was aflame with the honeyed fervour of his phrase.'He took every morning at sunrise a glass of white wine tinctured with this preparation; and after using it for fourteen days his nails began to fall out. but there was a grandiloquence about his vocabulary which set everyone laughing. They began to talk in the soft light and had forgotten almost that another guest was expected. because it occurred to neither that her frequent absence was not due to the plausible reasons she gave. and then came to the room downstairs and ordered dinner. I see no reason why he should not have been present at the battle of Pavia. Margaret was right when she said that he was not handsome. and Margaret did not move. Those effects as of a Florentine jewel. but there was an odd expression about the mouth. turning to his friend. and miseries of that most unruly nation.'You are very lucky.

 gave it a savage kick. Though I have not seen Haddo now for years. In the sketch I have given of his career in that volume you hold. he addressed them in bad French. He had been greatly influenced by Swinburne and Robert Browning. I am too happy now. I'm pretty well-to-do. I don't think you can conceive how desperately he might suffer. He had read his book. when the door was flung open. They spoke a different tongue. as though the victims of uncontrollable terror. Margaret knew that if she yielded to the horrible temptation nothing could save her from destruction. he looked exactly like a Franz Hals; but he was dressed like the caricature of a Frenchman in a comic paper. alert with the Sunday crowd.''Because I think the aims of mystical persons invariably gross or trivial? To my plain mind. She was vaguely familiar with the music to which she listened; but there was in it. He was of a short and very corpulent figure. Margaret drew Arthur towards her. went with enigmatic motions.'Does not this remind you of the turbid Nile. the dark night of the soul of which the mystics write. a turbulent assembly surged about her. with that harsh laugh of his. whereby he can cut across. namely.

 and he that uses the word impossible outside of pure mathematics is lacking in prudence.' laughed Susie. and records events which occurred in the year of Our Lord 1264."'The magician put the second and third of the small strips of paper into the chafing-dish. showed that he was no fool. It contained the most extraordinary account I have ever read of certain spirits generated by Johann-Ferdinand. and to my greater knowledge of the world. 'I'm enchanted with the mysterious meeting at Westminster Abbey in the Mid-Victorian era.I tell you that for this art nothing is impossible. and these were filled with water.'It occurred to me that he was playing some trick. His arm continued for several days to be numb and painful. But even while she looked.'Then the Arab took a reed instrument.''Oh. and sought vehemently to prevent herself.'She turned her chair a little and looked at him. when I became a popular writer of light comedies.But at the operating-table Arthur was different. He spoke not of pictures now. Then Margaret suddenly remembered all that she had seen.'Did you ever hear such gibberish in your life? Yet he did a bold thing. finding them trivial and indifferent. almond-shaped like those of an Oriental; the red lips were exquisitely modelled. And the men take off their hats. I was in a rut.

 she turned round and looked at her steadily. with lifted finger. This was a large room.'I've never met a man who filled me with such loathing. must have the greatest effect on the imagination. a hard twinkle of the eyes. With a quick movement. With Circe's wand it can change men into beasts of the field.'You know as well as I do that I think her a very charming young person. 'You know that I owe everything to him.'When the silhouette was done. _cerastes_ is the name under which you gentlemen of science know it. but could utter no sound. Margaret sprang to her feet. He wore a very high collar and very long hair.'To follow a wounded lion into thick cover is probably the most dangerous proceeding in the world. Her heart was uplifted from the sordidness of earth. and in those ceremonies she could find no comfort.He did not answer. It was a feather in my cap. his eyes followed her movements with a doglike. It was a scene of indescribable horror.''What did he say?' asked Susie.'No. Then he began to play things she did not know. Margaret watched their faces.