<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><FictionBook xmlns="http://www.gribuser.ru/xml/fictionbook/2.0" xmlns:l="http://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"><description><title-info><genre>sf_horror</genre><author><first-name>Talmage</first-name><last-name>Powell</last-name></author><book-title>The Last of Mrs. Satan</book-title><annotation><p>Out from the dark burial crypts of ancient Egypt came the ravening, evil Thing that attached itself to Sylvia Cotter... and turned her into a creature of the night whose strange hunger could be satisfied only... in the graveyard!</p></annotation><date>1948</date><coverpage><image l:href="#cover"/></coverpage><lang>en</lang></title-info><document-info><author><nickname>tvnic</nickname></author><program-used>ABBYY FineReader 12, FictionBook Editor Release 2.6.7, fb2cut 2.7.1</program-used><date value="2026-03-07">134171879455370000</date><src-url>http://www.lib.rus.ec</src-url><src-ocr>ABBYY FineReader 12</src-ocr><id>{8BA8D2F6-D30E-4854-954C-5271C54642B1}</id><version>1.0</version></document-info><publish-info><book-name>Dime Mystery Magazine, June 1948</book-name><publisher>Popular Publications</publisher><city>Chicago</city><year>1948</year></publish-info><custom-info info-type="">[v37 #1, June 1948]</custom-info></description><body><title><p>Talmage Powell</p><p>The Last of Mrs. Satan</p></title><section><empty-line/><image l:href="#1"/></section><section><title><p>Chapter One</p><p>The Dark Island</p></title><p>In his cell, when they�d first picked him up, he�d babbled enough to cause them to look at one another and later to call in the state psychiatrist. Now, looking back, he was able to remember the bumbling little doctor with a sort of amused pity. The little man with all the degrees had been so sure of his science. He had the answer: Mind was but the intangible corollary of the function of nervous tissue. The human soul? The smug little doctor had scoffed at the possibility of its existence. The vaporings of the superstitious, he called such talk.</p><p>Charlie Cotter wondered in that amused, detached way he had developed what the little doctor�s reaction would be when one day he sank into the black maw of death to discover that he�d made a mistake, that, after all, the mere function of nervous tissue was not the total answer...</p><p>He had found Charlie sane. Charlie had wanted desperately to be found sane. He knew he was sane and could have told them so, but when the little doctor spoke, it was the degrees speaking. No one could question the degrees. Charlie�s first babblings? The degrees had a ready answer for that: hysteria and psychic shock, natural reactions to the violence which Charlie had perpetrated.</p><p>Charlie�s lawyer hadn�t been pleased. �I might have got you off with a prison sentence. A temporary insanity plea. But now...� The lawyer shrugged.</p><p>Charlie had looked at the lawyer in that new, detached way of his. The degrees had said: �This man is sane, responsible for his actions; nor can there be any serious doubt that he was not wholly in possession of his faculties at the time of the murder of Sylvia Doherty Cotter.� Which was just another way of saying that Charlie had known what he was doing and should die in the electric chair. So Charlie had watched his lawyer pace. He had lighted a cigarette and relaxed, and thought it too bad that he couldn�t do something to ease the lawyer�s vexation. The lawyer had stamped angrily out of the cell when Charlie had started yawning in his face.</p><empty-line/><p>Now, in the crowded courtroom, Charlie blinked and looked about him. He caught the judge�s eye and smiled. He nodded and smiled, too, at the state�s attorney. Something in Charlie�s bland, mild smile caused the S.A. to redden slightly and turn his gaze quickly away, to the papers in his hand. Charlie smiled at the twelve good men and true who sat in the jury box to pass judgment upon him. He smiled at the whole courtroom. It was not a mirthful smile, nor the smile of a man who is enjoying himself. It was a fixed, held smile, and gave Charlie�s lean face a faint, skull-like cast, as if he were smiling sardonically, in ironic amusement at himself.</p><p>Charlie gazed indolently out the window, looking at the blue sky of early summer and the fleecy white clouds. Somewhere in the background he heard the barking voice of a lawyer. He sensed the rustle of tension over the courtroom. He wasn�t smiling now, but not because of anything that was happening about him. He was sobered at this moment because he wanted to take a good, long look at the clouds and sky. He�d probably see the sky several times more from the cell window before the end came, Charlie thought. But would it be through his own eyes? He could feel it now inside him, beating against his mind like � like vultures wings. Would this be one of the last times he would look at the sky with eyes that were really his own?</p><p>Charlie wasn�t smiling now. He almost sobbed. The sky outside seemed to drift away, change color until it was shot through with hinted hues of a cold, icy black. Charlie shivered. Whatever I do, he thought, I�ll have to do quickly. I�ll have to start the wheels turning so that nothing can stop them, turn them back.</p><p>He nudged his lawyer, whispered in the legal mind�s ear. The lawyer, a poised country club member of fifty, still flat in the stomach, looked at Charlie with annoyance in his eyes.</p><p>�I insist,� Charlie said.</p><p>�But I have the case prepared in such a way...�</p><p>�Will I have to tell the judge myself?� Charlie asked.</p><p>In a vague distance, Charlie heard the S.A. saying, �...and having proven this, gentlemen of the jury, the state will ask you to bring in a verdict of murder in the first degree...�</p><p>Charlie watched his lawyer rise. He went over and said something to the state�s attorney. They looked at Charlie a moment over their shoulders. Another moment they held a whispered consultation, then approached the bench.</p><p>�Your honor,� Charlie�s lawyer said, �it is perhaps irregular at this point, but my client wishes to make a statement to the court.�</p><p>The court looked at Charlie. Charlie heard a gavel pound, his name being called. He got up, walked to the witness stand. He looked at all the people who�d come to the free show, the Roman carnival, and they were all just faces, grey smudges without individuality. Charlie raised his right hand and said he would tell the truth.</p><p>Charlie sat down and gave himself time to rest his elbows on the arms of the chair and touch his fingertips together. He noted that his thumbnails were a little ragged and dirty. Without lifting his eyes, he said, �Couldn�t we sort of cut out a lot of the rigamarole? This is costing the state a lot of money, this trial and everything, and I�d like to save the state whatever I can. We�re here to find out whether or not I�m guilty of murder, aren�t we? That�s the point of the whole thing, isn�t it? So why don�t we just come to the point? I�ll tell you. I killed Sylvia Doherty Cotter, my wife. I thought about it, planned it, and went through with it...�</p><p>In the hush, Charlie�s words sounded very loud to him. His lips began to tremble a little. He went on: �I killed her because I loved her better than I love my own self. I killed her to save her!� But they had already said he was sane, and he couldn�t risk bringing up <emphasis>that</emphasis> point again; so he choked the words off in him.</p><p>He dragged in a breath, and his voice flowed like grey mist to every corner of the courtroom: �There�s nothing you can make out of it but cold-blooded, premeditated murder in the first degree. And since the death penalty is mandatory, there�s nothing you can do with me but put me in the electric chair...� A shudder might have rippled over Charlie, or perhaps it was only a breath of warm, summer air stirring his loose-hanging, slightly threadbare, single-breasted coat.</p><p>�I�� Charlie said. But after the first stunned moment, a sea of sound buffeted him. He saw reporters rushing for the door. The courtroom was on its feet, and he shrank before the impact of two hundred pairs of eyes. He heard the judge�s gavel pounding, the sound almost lost in the babble of voices, the judge shouting for order.</p><p>�There is just one favor I ask,� Charlie said. They didn�t hear him. He licked his lips. �Please... just one favor...�</p><p>He pushed to his feet, coming up from the stand like a man cramped, aching. They had to listen to him. They had to give him this one last favor. They <emphasis>had </emphasis>to!</p><p>Sweat had popped out on him, and he was trembling, the wild thought dashing at him that they would never hear him, that no matter how quiet the courtroom got, his voice wouldn�t be able to reach them.</p><p>�You must listen,� Charlie almost screamed. �This one favor � that�s all I�m asking. Just this one single favor...�</p><empty-line/><p>He was a norm, Charlie Cotter was. He lived in a town of twenty-five thousand souls in that section of the United States called the South. It was a drab, tired, dirty old town, sprawling on the hot coastal plain, encompassed by countless miles of desolate fields of broom-sedge and gaunt pines and barren acres of farms worked with much sweat. It was a town of weather-eaten brick, stone and frame buildings, and down the corridors of the town walked the ghosts and traditions of a long past. An indolent, sleepy town, muddy in winter, acrid in summer. In the town square stood a Confederate monument streaked with the water of many rains and abused by pigeon droppings. The petty aristocracy of Charlie�s town lived on the Hill, where the supposed qualities of a man�s long-dead great-grandparents were of vastly more importance than the qualities he himself possessed.</p><p>This was Leeston, Charlie�s town, a town comparable to an old, old woman wearing a ball gown of her youth who hasn�t yet tumbled to the fact that the dress is motheaten and she herself is withered and decrepit. And as death could come creping upon the old woman in her pitiable finery, so Charlie�s town was the sort of place to invite black horror on silent, stealthy feet. Perhaps the horror was there all the time, in the hot, sticky nights... in the strange mists that flowed over the town from the dead, yellow, listless river... in the restless ghosts of the few strange ones who had practised black and forgotten rites in the lost days of the town�s youth. Or perhaps the horror wasn�t actually there. Perhaps the town was simply waiting with an evil patience for Charlie Cotter to go forth and bring the horror back...</p><p>Charlie lived at a boarding house, and worked for Briscombe &amp; Associates, Real Estate. Charlie was one of the associates, easy to smile, honest and tireless in his work, secretly a bit ambitious, but on the whole pretty well satisfied. He had a rather drab, grey sort of appearance that reduced him to a name and face in a crowd. Like most of the men his age in his town, he was lean, of English stock, spoke with a drawl, liked to catfish once a month in the river, and once a year enjoyed putting on boots, hunting jacket and cap and going on a �possum hunt. He was usually lucky and brought two or three of the rodent-like creatures back.</p><p>On those nights Mrs. Baynes served �possum and sweet �taters at her long table and Charlie blushed warmly and said it was nothing as the other boarders praised his hunting prowess.</p><p>The local paper announced Charlie�s wedding; and on the day that Charlie and his new bride boarded the train for their honeymoon, their friends came down to see them off. It made Charlie feel very warm and quiet, and as he stood there in the laughing, jesting little crowd, trying to express his feelings in handshakes, Charlie was about the last of Leeston�s sons that anyone would have picked to beg them to put him in the electric chair in the very near future...</p><p>On the train, Charlie felt a certain awkwardness. He watched the sere, drab landscape rush by. He felt Sylvia�s hand stealing into his, and turned to meet her smile. If you had asked Charlie what his bride looked like, he would have said, �Well, she�s kind of tall and kind of blonde and a mighty good-looking girl! Surprises me sometimes that I ever got her. She was Mr. Briscombe�s secretary, y�know, and we worked in the same office for a year before she ever knew I existed.� Charlie�s shy laugh would punctuate his words, and you would get the feeling that he�d suddenly grown bigger, more powerful. Southern chivalry might not be exactly a myth after all; here was a man who�d fight the demons of hell for his woman�s sake. Then, if Charlie spoke of something else, he faded until he was just Charlie again.</p><p>�Comfortable?� Charlie said, holding Sylvia�s hand.</p><p>�Uh-huh,� she said, and leaned her head on his shoulder.</p><p>�It was nice of Mr. Briscombe to give us a party, wasn�t it?�</p><p>She nodded.</p><p>Charlie cleared his throat. �Would you like some water?� Then, when she said she wouldn�t, Charlie said, �Nice of Mr. Briscombe, too, to let us have his Florida place and two weeks off. We never could have afforded anything like that. A whole island, all to ourselves!� Charlie felt Sylvia stir. �What�s the matter, hon?�</p><p>�I... I don�t know,� she said slowly. �But from the moment Mr. Briscombe said we could have his place... something started to worry me, gnaw at me. Charlie, I feel the same way I did once when I was a little girl and stood at the mouth of a black, wet cave and tried to make myself enter. Charlie, let�s don�t go to that island for a honeymoon!�</p><p>�Nonsense!� Charlie slipped his arm about her shoulders. �You�re a landlubber, that�s all, and don�t like the thought of having water all around you.�</p><p>�I hope that�s it,� she said. �Yes, I guess it is. Being cut off from everything except by motorboat.�</p><p>�We won�t need anything,� Charlie said. �Mr. Briscombe wired the old man down there who takes care of the place to have it ready, even to half a dozen kinds of meat in the freezer.�</p><p>Which was mighty fine of Ollie Briscombe. The thought came back to nag Charlie. Mr. Briscombe had never shown that kind of generosity to him before. Certainly he�d earned it. Secretly he knew that Briscombe had never given him full due or credit in the business; he�d never said anything, made any scenes, because Charlie felt that if you didn�t like your boss, it was your privilege to quit. He�d be doing that soon now, setting up a business of his own, with Sylvia a precious part of his life. And he was probably misjudging Briscombe. Still... the way he�d caught Briscombe looking at Sylvia during the reception... And Briscombe�s own home life must be hell, having Berta for a wife. Oh, what the hell! Sylvia would never have to go back in that office again. He�d make things right for Sylvia. She�d grown up in an orphanage and led a life as drab and barren as Charlie�s own, until they had met and fused, two rather shy people. With her looks, Sylvia might have had many men friends, but Charlie suspected that they scared her, that he was the only person who�d ever brought her completely unselfish love, asking nothing, wanting only to give. Perhaps that was the secret of her love for him, Charlie thought. Someone to love her, take care of her, do the little things for her that no one else had ever done. It was all completely right and fine to Charlie�s way of thinking. It couldn�t have been better, for Sylvia with the lost, half-sad something deep in her eyes brought out the strongest in Charlie.</p><p>In the smug privacy of their compartment, Charlie listened to the clickety-click of the train wheels. With Sylvia on his shoulder, he smiled and watched the landscape rush by.</p><empty-line/><p>The man was very old, gnarled, clad in dungarees, a faded T-shirt and canvas shoes. He sat aft in the little boat, piloting it, his grey eyes squinting ahead, his jaw working on a cut of chewing tobacco. Charlie sat awkwardly beside Sylvia in the boat, his arm about her waist to steady her. Their bags were stowed at their feet.</p><p>Charlie looked back. The white beach was receding, and the seawall forming the basin where all the little boats lay at anchor, was beginning to blend, with distance, into the background behind it. The Florida city was becoming a toy-like skyline.</p><p>Overhead, the sky was a great, inverted bowl of blue, holding a sun that spilled silver and gold everywhere. A warm breeze stirred over the Gulf. A few low swells were running, causing the boat to tip in what was to Charlie frightening fashion. Because he wasn�t used to boats, of course, except now and then a flat-bottom on the sluggish river back home.</p><p>Ahead lay the island that Ollie Briscombe had gotten years ago for almost nothing on a bad debt. Briscombe had held the island, possession making it possible for him to talk with pointed modesty about his �Florida place.�</p><p>�Not much of an island,� Ollie would say. �But it does give me privacy. It�ll do as a place to hide myself to when I feel like resting.�</p><p>Charlie and Sylvia had stood on the pier back on the mainland and looked at the island while the old man had started his popping outboard motor. From the mainland, the island had been simply a dark smudge on an otherwise bright horizon. Like a black and menacing dot rising out of the bright blue-green water. Now, nearing the island, it seemed to rise up out of the water and rush toward them.</p><p>Sylvia spoke without taking her gaze from the island, �We�ll be alone out here, won�t we?�</p><p>The old boatman, Thomas, spat at the minute wake his boat left. �No, ma�am, there�s one other cottage, on the other end of the island...�</p><p>�Yes, Mr. Briscombe told us that,� Sylvia broke in, �but he said��</p><p>�...and there�s somebody in that cottage,� Thomas went on, unruffled. �A Mr. Steven Lawson, from some little place back up in New England. Northern half of the island belongs to a gent back in town, the southern hunk being Mr. Briscombe�s property. Well, this Steven Lawson wanted to rent a place. Said he�d hunted all around Florida for a place where he could be absolutely alone, where he could get to nobody and nobody could get to him. He rented the shack on the northern hunk of the island. Nobody knowed then that you folks were going to be down here.�</p><p>�What do you mean by that?� Charlie said, turning sharply to look at the old man over his shoulder.</p><p>Thomas squinted toward the horizon and said, �Nothing. This Steven Lawson just don�t want company, that�s all. He might demand his rent back. I brought him out the day he came. He told me never to come close to his place, said he�d leave a list and money in a tin box on the point, for supplies. I�ve brought stuff out to him three times, leaving it on the point. Never seen him since the time I brought him out. Can�t say as I regret it, though.�</p><p>�Why?� Sylvia said. �What kind of man is he?�</p><p>�I dunno,� Thomas said. �Just a man. But a huge, fat man. I�d bet he weighs close to three hundred; nearly swamped my boat when he got in it that day I brought him out. He orders enough supplies for four healthy, hearty-eatin� men.�</p><p>�He must have an appetite.� Charlie�s laugh was edged; the tone of the old fool�s voice was making Sylvia nervous. �He must suffer from hunger.�</p><p>�Hunger! Mister, that�s it!� Thomas said. �It�s all around this Steven Lawson like a cloud. �Course you don�t see it, and maybe you folks wouldn�t feel about him the same way I did. I allus had a sixth sense. I was alius different about <emphasis>feeling </emphasis>things than other people, even when I was a kid. Once I just <emphasis>knowed</emphasis> my uncle had died, hours before we got the telegram. Know what I mean?�</p><empty-line/><p>A moment of silence clutched the boat, broken by the popping of the outboard. The Gulf breeze from the south stirred softly, pregnant with the mysterious warmth of the tropics.</p><p>Charlie had done a little reading in his long evenings at the boarding house. He said, �Extra-sensory perception? I�ve read articles about Dr. Rhine up at Duke. He�s pretty well established it, but he can�t explain or control it.�</p><p>�He order have <emphasis>me</emphasis> for an experiment.� Thomas tapped his chest with a gnarled thumb. He spat brown juice in the green water. �Now this Steven Lawson��</p><p>�We�d rather talk about something else, Thomas,� Charlie said almost curtly, watching Sylvia. Her fingers were tight on his arm, and she was looking fixedly at the island ahead. She said, almost too low for hearing, �No, I want to hear about Lawson. I must hear about it � his hunger...�</p><p>�It ain�t a natural hunger,� Thomas said. Charlie shot him a dark look, but the old man, too, was looking at the island � and Charlie felt his own gaze drawn in that direction. The little boat had made good time. Now they could see white surf breaking on the beach. They could see a vast clearing across the end of the island, dotted with a few cabbage palms and tall, moss-bearded pines. A sprawling, white-frame cottage stood amid the pines � Ollie Briscombe�s place. On up the island, vegetation thickened until it was a dark green mass of mangrove, hateful and hot and riotously green, like a vast, heavy cancer with a million roots in the earth.</p><p>�You can feel his hunger in his hands, little and fat and filmy, like they were covered with grease. That�s Lawson�s hands,� Thomas said.</p><p>Charlie finally caught the old man�s eye and tried to signal with a frown, a short jerk of his head, for silence, but Thomas was oblivious.</p><p>�You can feel Lawson�s hunger flowing out of his big, fat, flabby body. You can look at his face and imagine a hawg snufflin� up to a feeding trough snapping all the other hawgs out of the way.�</p><p>Charlie said, �Please...�</p><p>Thomas didn�t look at him. The old man squirted tobacco juice and said, �But mostly you get a funny feelin� about Lawson�s hunger by the way he orders supplies. Every blessed kind of food you can think of, enough for four men, I tell you! It�s like he�s holed in that shack on �tother end of the island � can�t see it from this approach � eatin� like a dope fiend eatin� dope. But the dope does the fiend some good, and this Steven Lawson, he never gets enough. Like a man going crazy trying to find something to satisfy his hunger, way he orders them supplies!�</p><p>Charlie clenched his fist. He had the urge to turn around and punch the old fool in the mouth, but they were almost to the low, wooden pier that jutted out into the water now. They wouldn�t be around the old man much longer. He could talk Sylvia�s fears away.</p><p>He looked at Sylvia, and his heart lurched. Maybe it was the way she was looking at the island now. Her expression had changed. Her lips were slightly parted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dancing. Charlie saw her as if he might have been seeing, through a mist, a new Sylvia in the place where the other one had been.</p><p>�Isn�t the island beautiful, Charlie? Somehow, now, I feel as if I could stay there always! I haven�t got the foreboding about it any more. Charlie,� she said lanquidly, �I�m so glad the silly foreboding is all gone!�</p><p>But it hadn�t, Charlie thought. If the foreboding had left her, it had just come to him. What kind of spell was the island casting over her? Why was her reaction to old Thomas� talk so much the opposite of what Charlie had thought it would be?</p><p><emphasis>What kind of creature was on that island?</emphasis></p><p>Charlie shook himself. The sun was hot, but he was clammy cold. He was, further, a fool, he decided. Sylvia had called the foreboding silly. He had to remember that. Silly, silly, silly... What the hell was there in premonitions? They�d go back to Leeston with the island as a romantic memory. The only trouble they�d find here would be a mildly sore case of healthy sunburn!</p></section><section><title><p>Chapter Two</p><p>The Hand of Terror</p></title><p>Charlie held the door of the wide, screened porch while the old man carried their bags in. Charlie turned to Sylvia, smiling, coloring a little, and she let him pick her up. She buried her warm face in his shoulder, and he carried her inside. Old Thomas chuckled.</p><p>Charlie set her down in the living room, and she brushed his lips with hers. He looked at her steadily. That mist was gone now; she was the same Sylvia. For a moment, out there on the water in the boat with old Thomas� superstitious voice droning, Charlie had had a peculiar feeling...</p><p>�I�d better show you around the place, Mr. Cotter,� Thomas said.</p><p>He was standing in the doorway.</p><p>�I�ll start unpacking,� Sylvia said. �Please hurry, darling.�</p><p>Charlie followed old Thomas out. �You got a well here for water,� the old man said, �with a fairly good purifying system � water�s a little brackish hereabouts. Water�s pumped electrically into the house. Juice for it and the �frigerator and the lights is all made by the unit out back here, in that little building just ahead. Hear the humming of that motor? That�s the gasoline job that generates the juice. It�s automatic. I started things up when I come out with your supplies. You shouldn�t have to worry with a thing, except maybe putting a little gas in the tank. Don�t know just how low it is. I�ll show you where the spare gas storage tank is.�</p><p>Old Thomas spat tobacco juice. �There�s a boat �bout the size of mine on a dolly, out in the building. We�ll gas her, too, and roll �er out and get her in the water, so�s you can get around. You can wander all over the island if you like snaking through bayous and swamp waiter. Island sags in the middle like a tired mare. Kind of spooky up in there, too � black water, insects, lizards and such like.�</p><p>�We�ll use the boat for getting to the mainland in case we want to come over,� Charlie said.</p><p>Thomas chuckled. �Just make sure you keep the boat tied up tight. Current would sweep her clear around the island. She�d beach there, but you�d have nigh half a mile walk.�</p><p>They entered the outbuilding. Charlie saw in the gloom the outlines of a white motorboat on an aluminum dolly. Old Thomas grunted, and together he and Charlie pulled the boat down to the water. The old man started the motor, letting it idle for a few seconds. The boat rocked gently in the small waves that touched hungrily on the sandy shore. The old man hoisted himself up on the pier, lashed the boat to a piling, and freshened his tobacco with a black plug from his pocket. �Well, she�s okay. Guess that takes care of everything. You need anything, just scoot over to the mainland. Plenty of fishing tackle in the storage room off the back porch of the cottage. Some good reef fishing around here � if you like groupers and grunts. I�ll see you around.�</p><p>The old man moved down the pier with a rolling gait to his own boat. He started it, and Charlie watched him become a small, dark speck on the water, heading toward the mainland in the dim, blue distance. Charlie turned and walked back toward the cottage. The island seemed a very, very silent place.</p><p>He entered the cottage, and the silence seemed to grow even more intense. Sylvia was standing at the window, like a statue. Something in her stance, her eyes, brought a quiver to life inside Charlie. She was looking at him, right at him � right through him, her eyes giving no sign that she even saw him.</p><p>�Sylvia...� he said.</p><p>He moved toward her, frowning. �Sylvia!�</p><p>With a little jar, recognition flickered in her eyes. She saw him. She smiled, wanly. �I was thinking about <emphasis>him, </emphasis>Charlie. I was trying to imagine the way he eats. Charlie,� she whispered, �why do you suppose he�s so hungry?�</p><empty-line/><p>Charlie drifted up out of the dark miasma of troubled sleep. He wasn�t rested; his head was thick, and his mind wearily fought waking. Without opening his eyes, he yawned a deep breath in and out and turned over on his side. He�d doze a while. He wouldn�t wake Sylvia. It was too early to get up now, anyway.</p><p>He reached out to touch Sylvia, and his eyes snapped open then. He reared up in bed on one elbow. The grey murky light of an early dawn painted the room in a cold pearl color. Sylvia�s place was empty, and she wasn�t in the room.</p><p>Charlie threw back the sheet and stood up, barefoot. Already the day was beginning to grow warm. Charlie fumbled for his shoes, trying to think. The island, yes. They were on the island. They had arrived yesterday, and that crazy old man Thomas had told them a tale about a Steven Lawson on the other end of the island. They�d had lunch, Charlie recalled, then a swim. Last night, after dinner, Sylvia had wanted to walk along the beach and watch night fall. A beautiful night. A subtle, warm, softly lowering tropical night. Sylvia hadn�t wanted to talk, simply walk and feel the warm velvet of the night.</p><p>Something had been wrong with her. Charlie had felt it, sensed it. But that was silly. Silly, silly, silly... like the foreboding. Of course she had been hushed � a new bride, the island and lovely night, her wedding night.</p><p>Charlie threw his maroon robe about his shoulders, listening. He would hear her out in the kitchen in a moment, he was sure. She had awakened before he had. She�d decided to make a pot of coffee before calling him. But he didn�t hear her, not a single pot clatter, not a footstep, and he did not smell the aroma of perking coffee.</p><p>He went out of the bedroom. There were six rooms in the cottage, a living room furnished simply and rustically, a small dining room, a larger-than-average kitchen, two bedrooms connecting to the one bath, and the large storage room off the back porch.</p><p>Charlie looked around the living room. From it he could see the dining room, and most of the kitchen. He didn�t see anything but stark furniture. A little dumbly, he looked in the other bedroom and knocked on the door of the bath. He was moving quicker now, as he went through the kitchen and looked in the storage room. It presented a large array of broken furniture, a couple of trunks, tools, fishing tackle, a rusting shotgun. It seemed to have everything it, that room � except Sylvia.</p><p>Then Charlie thought of the outbuilding. She�d gone out there. Of course. From the back porch, he called her name. His voice drifted into silence, swallowed by the swamp to the north and eaten away by the murmur of nearby surf. He ran to the outbuilding.</p><p>Sylvia wasn�t there either.</p><p>Charlie forced himself to stand outside the building a moment. He scanned the back yard. In the early grey of morning there was a faint mist over the island, twining like slimy tentacles among the trees and undergrowth. The mist moved slowly, with the silence of death, but nothing else moved.</p><p>Charlie hurried alongside the cottage to the front yard. He was still barefoot; he had forgotten that, until the tiny pieces of broken shell and sand in the yard bit into the soles of his feet. He ignored the discomfort, moving across the yard, calling her name.</p><p>Then he drew up in his tracks, hearing the faint hum of a motor. The sound came closer. Charlie ran down to the pier. It was wet and slick and cold. Through the light mist that hung over the water, he could see that the white boat was gone.</p><p>He stood midway down the pier, listening to the approach of the motor. Then he saw the boat coming up out of the mists, a vague, shapeless movement at first, then taking on the distinct lines of a low prow cutting green water. She was handling the boat awkwardly; she had come upon the pier so suddenly that for a moment Charlie was sure she was going to crash into it.</p><p>�Watch it, Sylvia!�</p><p>She slewed the boat around, cut the motor; the boat bumped against a piling, and Charlie was bending over, taking her hand, helping her to the pier.</p><p>She was pale and trembling. Her face was a white blotch the mist had turned slick. Her hands were icy in Charlie�s.</p><p>She pressed herself against Charlie, and he could feel the hammering of her heart.</p><p>�Charlie...� her teeth chattered... �I... I think he�s dead!�</p><empty-line/><p>�Who, Sylvia?� But Charlie knew even before she answered. There was one other person only on the island � Steven Lawson. She had been there. Charlie wondered in that moment why it was that Lawson had crossed their path. Maybe it was just meant to be that way, he thought. It was natural for Lawson to be here. He�d wanted some place where he could get to no one and no one could get to him. Such places, Charlie knew, are hard to find, even off the coast of Florida, with its countless islands.</p><p>�His place looked... strange, Charlie,� Sylvia sobbed. �A cottage like ours, only maybe smaller. In the mist, Charlie, it looked like something evil. I was ready to turn and go. I don�t know why I went there in the first place, maybe because I couldn�t sleep. All night I lay thinking about the story old Thomas told us. I got the frantic feeling that I�d never be able to sleep again, until I went up there. Maybe Lawson was sick. Maybe there was something we could do for him. When I got up there, I told myself that I was intruding, that I should turn and go. I almost did � but then I noticed that the whole cottage was shuttered with heavy wooden shutters, like those in our storage room.</p><p>�Why, I thought, the cottage is empty! Why had old Thomas told us that tale? Was he one of those old men who gets a twisted, sadistic pleasure from upsetting people? Well, if he was, I wouldn�t let him! I walked to the front door. It stood open three or four inches, and I could see a chain across it on the inside, the door having swung back against the slack in the chain. Whoever had last occupied the cottage, I thought, had chained the front door, gone out the back and locked it and shuttered all the windows. But the door latch hadn�t caught, and the door had blown back against the chain. I don�t know if I really thought all this out in definite terms, Charlie, but I reached out to close up that crack in the door, to make the latch click so sand and perhaps moisture wouldn�t be blowing into the cottage. It was just a little girl-scout deed I intended to do, then turn and come home.</p><p>�But just as I was touching the knob, Charlie, a hand shot out of the pitch-blackness of the interior of the cottage! It grabbed my arm � a loose-fleshed thing that was more like the paw of a great cat than a human hand. It was as if I had been touched by something evil beyond words � something dead a thousand years. I screamed. I heard a mewing and snuffling inside the cottage, as the thing tried to drag me close to the crack of the door with the grip on my arm. My heart was pounding itself to pieces, Charlie! I knew I had been watched, silently, evilly, by Lawson or whatever horrid thing had chained itself inside the cottage. And the will of that creature had brought me closer and closer � like a hypnosis � until now I was in its grasp... It was awful, Charlie! I tore myself out of its grasp and stumbled back. I heard the mewing inside break and fade, and I watched the groping hand tremble, and I heard the thud of a body falling inside the cottage � as if the thing in there was dying... It lay close to the door, its hand and wrist still sticking out, and the hand relaxed, looking cold as death.</p><p>�I felt the lancing pain in my arm then, and I saw two long scratches the thing had made on my wrist. Not deep, just enough to bring a few beads of blood to the surface. Here, Charlie...� She turned the underside of her wrist up, and her cheeks went cotton white.</p><p>The flesh of her wrist was creamy, smooth, unmarred.</p><p>Charlie held her tightly against him. �Easy, hon. You�ve had a shock.�</p><p>�But I know he scratched me, Charlie! I felt the flesh burn, as if it were festering and swelling with some kind of awful infection!�</p><p>In a nightmare clarity, Charlie supported her to the cottage. He put her on the couch in the living room. �I�m all right, Charlie. You�ll have to go to the mainland, bring the police.�</p><p>He left her with worry deep in his eyes, and when he was gone, she took from her pocket the tiny silver scroll; it was a thing of delicacy; it had been in Lawson�s hand when he had reached from the silent blackness of the cottage to seize her. He had dropped it; it had rolled across the sagging floor of the screened porch, and when she had torn loose from that hand, numbly watching it collapse in death, she had picked the scroll up. She had glanced at it; she�d seen enough to make her unwilling to speak of it to Charlie yet. Now she unrolled it again.</p><p>One side of the narrow, gossamer paper was covered with hieroglyphics, and on the other, in fine letters of English, was written:</p><cite><p>I, Lawson, have transcribed the Tumbok curse hereupon. Perhaps it is ray sense of irony, of injustice, but I think it fitting that the hateful curse be transcribed and carried with me, to remind me constantly of what I am. I must never forget. For I am positive now that the curse is real. I can speak of it to no one, because in this age of �enlightenment� one does not speak of curses nor demons nor the black magic of the ancients. No, modern man scoffs � but in scoffing he proves that in the dark recesses of his own mind lurk shadows beyond his normal ken.</p><p>I do not know by what ancient means the priests of Tumbok called forth the shadows to guard that Egyptian tomb, but I do know that I was the first white man to enter that forbidden place. I know that I removed the coffin lid and looked upon the three-thousand-year-old mummified man. I saw the jewels in the coffin, as was the custom of burial oftentimes during the Tumbok dynasty. In respect to great wealth, I unfortunately was like all other men. Of its own volition my hand shot out to touch the gleaming stones, and as it did so, my hand inadvertently scraped across that of the mummy. He was hard as stone, his wrappings of linen long since rags, exposing whole areas of his blackened, hard body. His nail nipped my thumb, not deeply, bringing a single, great drop of blood. I brushed it away, thinking of infection � but my flesh showed no sign of a wound!</p><p>Now I know that I received an infection far beyond the understanding of human intelligence. I know the curse is working. First, the stirrings of hunger, a hunger that becomes more ravenous all the time. I know that I am going the way of madness... that I must find some cure. And time is growing shorter and shorter as the hunger mounts into something so strange and terrible that my mind refuses to put it into words...</p></cite><empty-line/><p>Sylvia raised her gaze from the scroll, stared again at her wrist. <emphasis>�My flesh showed no sign of a wound!�</emphasis> She whimpered. Charlie must never see this tiny scroll. If he glimpsed it, ever, and expressed curiosity, she must pretend that it was something very personal. She must always pretend... even to herself... that there had never been a scratch made on her wrist by that hand. But what if... what if...? She buried her face in her hands as her sobs grated against the cottage walls.</p><p>Later, Charlie Cotter was to remember the day in snatches, as a series of jumbled pictures, some dim, some etched in hues of fire in his mind.</p><p>The mainland. The police, and Charlie telling them only that his wife had gone up to Lawson�s to be neighborly.</p><p>Then Charlie, two cops and the coroner walking across the clearing to Lawson�s cottage. The day was becoming a hot vacuum, filled with an unnatural hush, the Gulf lying perfectly still, like molten glass. There was something wrong with the weather. The four men saw the hand thrusting through the crack of the door. One of the cops found a bar of rusting metal and pried away the chain across the front door.</p><p>And there lay Steven Lawson in the dull light, staring sightlessly. But something had happened to him. He wasn�t fat any longer. Not fat as old man Thomas had said, not three hundred pounds of blubber. His tentlike clothes enveloped him in folds. His cheeks were grimy and sunken. And in the sunken, staring dead eyes there remained something that brought a hard shudder to Charlie. Something animal � or something dark and nameless. Something of a beast, crazed, gone mad.</p><p>Charlie tore his eyes away and looked at the room. It was a mess of torn furniture and ripped cushions, and Charlie heard a cop coming back and saying the rest of the house was the same way. There were marks on the closed shutters and door where Lawson � it had had to be Lawson, hadn�t it?�� had torn and clawed at the wood and chains.</p><p>In the moments before death, Charlie thought, he must have been a ravening beast.</p><p>But why had Lawson lost so much weight? Charlie realized that among the litter of the room was enough food for half a dozen men � canned goods, crackers, bread, cheeses, a ham, a number of delicatessen containers. Lawson had been eating, and eating recently, as the fresh bits of food inside some of the empty cans showed.</p><p>With all that food around him, Charlie thought, he was eating � <emphasis>desperately!</emphasis></p><p>The pictures reeled through Charlie�s mind: A cop saying, �Back door is chained just like this one. But there are no keys around for the chain locks.� They found the keys half an hour later, the sun gleaming on them in the front yard, several feet from the house. Lawson must have thrown them there, through the crack in the front door. That meant that Lawson had chained up the place, not to keep anyone from coming in � but to keep himself from going out!</p><p>But why? Lawson must have known that old man Thomas, when supplies weren�t picked up, would come to investigate. In that length of time that he�d be completely alone, what battle had Lawson been waging with himself in final desperation?</p><p>Charlie wanted to get outside, in the sunlight, but something here held him, held his gaze as he watched the coroner bend over Lawson�s body.</p><p>Sometime later the coroner stood up and mopped his beefy face. A cop said, �Any idea what killed him, Doc?�</p><p>�Hell, yes, but I don�t believe it! Take a look at all this food, and say I�m wrong. Then take a look at Lawson, and say I�m right. Looks to me like the guy starved to death!�</p><p>For a moment nobody said anything. Then a cop�s laugh fell flat in the silence, �Maybe he never could find the right diet!�</p><p>�Well, whatever diet he needed,� the coroner said, �he don�t need it now. We�d better start doing something about getting the body to the mainland and making a positive, official identification.�</p><p>The sun had passed its zenith when Charlie got back to the cottage. The air was like hot, white molasses. He stood a second on the pier, looking at the sky. Sullen tropical clouds were banking the south. Into the hot, awful vacuum, the wind was freshening. Charlie shivered and hurried toward the cottage.</p><p>Sylvia was asleep on the couch in the living room when he entered, nestled in a curled position like a kitten sleeping. She hadn�t slept any last night. Now she was drugged with exhaustion, but in her sleep she whimpered faintly. Charlie touched her hot forehead with his palm, wiped back the few loose strands of hair. �I�ll get you out of here,� he muttered. �No matter what happens, Sylvia, all I want out of life is to take care of you.�</p><p>He went in the bedroom and began packing their bags. A gust of air shook the cottage, dashed long pine needles from the standy earth against the screen on the window. Charlie mumbled curses while he packed. Damn the island, damn Ollie Briscombe! The honeymoon was ruined. Her wedding night would always be a nightmare in Sylvia�s mind. A muggy, tropical nightmare shot through with the vision of a human hand thrust through the crack of a door...</p><p>By the time Charlie was finished, pines were swaying and palm fronds were rattling in the wind outside. The hot vacuum had grown more intense; Charlie could feel it like a monster drawing against his eardrums. He snapped the last bag shut and stood up, breathing hard in the heat, his wet shirt clinging to his back.</p><p>He went back to the living room. Sylvia was still asleep; she had tossed. One arm was lying over her face, the other hanging over the side of the couch.</p><p>Charlie touched her. He smiled as she opened her eyes and sat up. He said, �Look, the bags are all packed. How would you like to go on down to Miami?�</p><p>�But Charlie, can we afford...�</p><p>�This is our honeymoon, remember? This is special. We�ll dip in the savings. The money was for something extra important, anyway, and what could be more important than this? We�ll forget all about the island, won�t we?�</p><p>�Yes, Charlie... forget the island. Charlie � what did they do with Lawson?�</p><p>�Took him back to the mainland. Let�s not talk about him, sweetheart.�</p><p>Charlie carried the bags down to the boat. On the pier he hesitated. The swells on the Gulf were beginning to wear salty caps of white-lace spume. The clouds had moved faster than he�d thought. The day had darkened. He measured the distance of the clouds, then the mainland. He licked his lips. He turned his head to find Sylvia�s eyes anxious on his face.</p><p>�We can make it, Charlie!� She clutched his arm suddenly. �Please, Charlie, we�ve got to get away from here! We can beat the storm!�</p><p>He looked worriedly at her and made up his mind. He put the bags down in the boat.</p><empty-line/><p>Half a mile out from the island, he realized that it was worse than he�d expected. The motor ran steadily and the boat cut through the water, but there were instants when the boat was weightless, helpless. To stand on shore and look at the water was never to realize its power. The water was an entirely different thing when you pushed out into the roiling arms of the green devil.</p><p>Spray dashed over Charlie�s face. He stared ahead, trying to see Sylvia. She was clutching the sides of the boat, her blonde hair damp strands. �Charlie,� she said. And jerked up her arm to point southward.</p><p>Charlie looked and his heart lurched and missed a beat. As it grew in intensity the storm had also grown in speed. It was rushing at them now, a wall of solid grey, blotting out the sun, swallowing all the vast reaches of the Gulf. A gust of wind caught the prow of the boat, sent it slanting toward the sky; a sheet of rain hit them and Charlie heard Sylvia scream.</p><p>He knew they�d have to turn. The mainland was too far away. He�d misjudged the storm. A novice, he�d got them in trouble.</p><p>Charlie set his teeth, tried to fight the boat around. That didn�t work. He almost capsized. He widened his turn, bore to the right. As the prow pointed into the storm, the boat paused, wallowing. The motor screamed ineffectually. A breaker showered over the prow, but they were already drenched now and one more wetting didn�t matter.</p><p>The impasse couldn�t last long. The wind caught the boat as the prow reared, snapped it on around with sudden, shocking force. They were almost thrown in the drink by that one, Charlie thought, but at least they were headed back for the island.</p><p>He sank into the quagmire of a waking nightmare, trying to fight the boat back. Impressions melted and ran together in his mind � howling wind, driving rain, wave after wave like huge hungry tongues reaching for the boat.</p><p>His eyes searched for the pier. Not yet. Just a little more, but not yet. The squall was turning into a young gale. Under the drive of the wind, a sheet of water unrolled from the Gulf, came washing over them. For an instant the prow of the boat disappeared under the green tide. Charlie shouted.</p><p>Sylvia came creeping back to huddle near him. Perhaps that�s what did it. Or perhaps they had shipped too much water. Charlie didn�t know, and he had little time to think. He knew only that at last he saw the dim outlines of the pier; but at the same moment, he knew, too, that Sylvia�s movement aft, lightening the prow, had thrown them out of balance. He heard the last triumphant, hungry roar of the wind, saw the burst of water, knew that Sylvia in panic was scrambling closer to him.</p><p>Perhaps, after all, it was that final movement on her part that did it.</p><p>The boat capsized.</p><p>The water was like a hungry mouth swallowing Charlie. He fought it, choked on it, tore away the length of seaweed that slimed across his face. He bobbed to the surface, gasping, eyes smarting. He�d learned to dog-paddle in the yellow, listless river back home when he was a kid, and he was pretty good at it, but it was still simply a dog-paddle.</p><p>�Sylvia!� He couldn�t see her. He dog-paddled. No sight of her. Water broke over him, carried him down again. He managed to get his coat off. He was gasping and screaming her name now, like a bug caught in the bathtub rushing toward the swirling drain...</p><p>He hunted until his heart was hammering toward the stopping point, until he was gulping water with ever precious ounce of wind, until he was sinking, leaden heavy. He felt himself thrown against something hard, and knew the waves had cast him ashore, disdainful of the microbe splashing with his dog-paddle in their bosom. He dragged himself up the beach, sobbing in breath. Finally he had the strength to drag himself around to a sitting position. On the wet sand, he sat, numb, dumb, staring at the water with red-rimmed eyes that were half mad.</p><p>He didn�t know how long he sat there, but gradually he realized that the squall was passing. He saw the sun once more, and it had sunk far down in the heavens. The sky was blue and deep again, and the peaceful tropical languor came back to the earth. The elements stilled, as if chastised, or like capricious djinns laughing silently behind their salty hands.</p><p>Charlie Cotter got up to look for his bride. He found the boat first, washed up about a quarter of a mile from where he had sat. He righted the craft, dragged it up on the beach, spilled water from it, and left it there to dry. The effort was exhausting, but he kept looking.</p><p>He found her ten minutes later. She was lying on her face at the water�s edge, sand washed from under her and up around her so that for a moment it looked to Charlie as if she lay in a shallow grave.</p><p>He turned her over and wiped the sand from her face. Except for the ragged, tearing sound in his throat, he was mute. He knew quite well that she was dead. He picked her up and like a man with wooden joints carried her all the way back to the cottage. He carried her into the bedroom, set her down on the bed. Then he got a washcloth and cleaned the rest of the sand from her face. She was waxen and cold, but if he stood back from her, perhaps he could look at her and imagine she was sleeping.</p><p>There was no way to get to the mainland, and no way for anyone over there to know what had happened, until the boat dried out. Charlie didn�t know anything much about artificial respiration, but he tried, until night had turned the cottage black. Then he raised her from the carpet, and put her back on the bed. He knew it was no use. Nothing was of any use.</p><p>Without turning on any lights, he stumbled into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch, hands hanging down between his knees. His mind began working again, and Charlie Cotter began to cry...</p><p>He didn�t know what time it was when he sank into the dazed sleep; neither did he know the time when he awakened. Night was complete, deep and silent, but that for the moment didn�t concern him. He reared up on the couch, staring. A pale glow suffused the dining room... <emphasis>Somewhere in the back of the house a light had been turned on!</emphasis></p><p>Then he heard soft sounds of movement. The glow in the living room increased as a door swung wide. He watched her walk into the dining room. His corpuscles turned to ice.</p><p><emphasis>Sylvia!</emphasis> But the word was only in his mind. <emphasis>Come back from the dead!</emphasis></p><p>He gaped like a fish out of water for breath. He saw her awareness of him as he sat in the half-darkness of the living room. He saw her smile at him, heard her speaking: �Oh, there you are, darling! I woke up ravenous. Honestly, I�ve never been so hungry in my whole life!�</p></section><section><title><p>Chapter Three</p><p>The Shroud</p></title><p>Berta Briscombe sat before her dressing-table mirror. She stared dully at the face that looked back at her in the mirror, realizing that it was no longer young. Like her slat-like body, the face was dieted down to the cord-like muscles, giving her a gaunt, tortured appearance. Her hair was done in tight, sausage curls; and without make-up, her lips were two narrow, shrewish lines. She was not the sort of person to have many friends; she was, on the contrary, one of those thin, tight-eyed persons the world is apt to dismiss as having as much feeling as a board.</p><p>Her actions and demeanor usually bore out the world�s opinion of her. A damned shrew, Ollie�s men friends generally called her in Ollie�s absence. She kept an immaculate, dowdy house: lace doilies on the drab, dark living room furniture, china in the dining room cabinet that was never removed except to dust. A house as stiff, silent and barren as Berta herself.</p><p>But sometimes when she was alone she was overcome with such a sense of loneliness that she wept. She ached for friends. She yearned to say something witty, to sparkle, to bring laughter to people�s lips and have them crowd about her. She longed for that intangible called personality, and daydreamed of some handsome, aggressive male eyeing her so boldly that Ollie later would bawl her out about it.</p><p>But none of it would ever come to pass. Her few tries at wit had left those awkward moments that occur when people don�t know if they should laugh now or later. Personality would always elude her. She couldn�t unbend because she was afraid of people, terrified of the world. Without realization, as a defensive weapon, Berta had grown more and more aloof over the years, until now her cloak was complete. She was a damned shrew, said her husband�s friends, like slamming a door in her face. Well, she had slammed doors of her own.</p><p>She tore her eyes from the mirror. She hated herself. She was tempted to curse the plain, unattractive face the mirror had held. She knotted her hands together. What did she have out of life? This house, of course. But it was a tomb. A little money in the bank, but she didn�t know how to enjoy it, and she was too old now to start learning, she thought bleakly.</p><p>She closed her eyes. All she had left was Ollie. Even with his bald head and fat stomach and lodge meetings and �business trips� and yuck-yucking laughter, the house had always seemed brighter when Ollie entered it. She knew he tolerated her as he might a housekeeper, and while other women might let him buy them dinners and liquor and spend his money, she knew none of them could stomach him as a husband. But she didn�t care. As long as she had Ollie, she at least had somebody to lay a palm on her brow when she was ill, even if he did do it with annoyance.</p><p>Yes, Ollie was all she had left. And she was losing him. Losing him... losing him... The words raced in her mind like an ungoverned carousel. She had known that Ollie had always had his eye on Sylvia Cotter. Ollie always had his eye on any good-looking woman. Berta hadn�t missed the smirking way Ollie had hovered over Sylvia at the wedding reception over two months ago. He�d never got to first base with Sylvia, and Berta hadn�t worried too much. She didn�t think he�d get far with Sylvia now, but still � she was losing him.</p><p>Losing him to what? Berta thought. That was the agonizing part. Losing him to madness, that�s what!</p><p>Berta sat frozen as the thought lanced through her mind. Madness. Ollie was going mad. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before...</p><p>Berta regarded her face in the mirror, and the image seemed to whisper to her: Remember, Berta? Remember when Charlie and Sylvia Cotter returned from their honeymoon two months ago and settled in the old Carmichael place that Charlie had made the downpayment on? They went to Ollie�s island � but in all the time they�ve been back they�ve not mentioned it, and when you talk about their honeymoon, Sylvia says nothing and Charlie looks scared and changes the subject. Remember how <emphasis>different</emphasis> Sylvia looked when she first got back, and how the difference has grown until the whole town has noticed. Like a languid flower blossoming, as if a fairy god-mother had laid a magic wand on Sylvia. Even her name rolled off the tongue differently now, liquidly, mysteriously. It wasn�t just the new way Sylvia did her hair or wore her make-up, or the new clothes she chose. There was something... something... in Sylvia�s eyes sometimes. You felt their weight fall upon your back like a web of black silk. You turned and looked into the eyes and for no reason, your throat thickened and you knew you were scared, but at the same time strangely drawn. They were depthless pools, Sylvia�s eyes, centuries old, as if the light in them had once belonged to Cleopatra�s face...</p><empty-line/><p>Remember, too, Berta, the way Charlie has changed, the weight he�s lost, the haggardness that�s grown over his face, the blankness in his eyes sometimes as if he�s thinking... thoughts too dark for expression. Maybe he�s heard the faint rumors that have started about the strange lights in the old Carmichael house that are seen occasionally in the dead of night, and the remark the grocery-man made to the effect that Sylvia must have an army hidden up there, the way she buys groceries � boxes and boxes of them. With the price of food what it is, too, Berta.</p><p>The gaunt image in the mirror whispered to Berta. Remember Ollie most vividly, you haggard fool! Think of something to do! Remember that moment he looked at her when she first came back from her honeymoon. You could see it then. Her eyes charmed him. He made a fool of himself pawing at her hand that day. He couldn�t sleep that night when you came home. You woke in the deep, dark hush of night to see him standing like a fat specter at the window, staring out into the moonlight, staring at the Carmichael place over yonder. You heard him breathe: �Sylvia... Sylvia...� You never heard a name dribble off fat lips that way before, did you, Berta?</p><p>You knew in that moment that you�d lost him. This wasn�t just another flirtation. This was something that caused a cold, nameless thing to clutch at your heart.</p><p>Remember the weeks that have passed, Berta. She�s spumed him; she�s loyal to Charlie. You know that, can sense it, from Ollie�s actions. And it�s driving him mad... He�s lost his pride, turned utterly craven. He�s deserted the office, and he tries to drink himself into one continuous stupor, but it does no good. She�s always there, in his mind, easing away at his sanity. He�s cracking up, Berta, going to pot, unshaven, unkempt. You know that he watches the old Carmichael place, hiding and staring, waiting for a glimpse of her as she flashes past a window. You saw him there just last evening as you were coming home. You saw his back, almost completely hidden in the shrubbery, but you knew it was him, watching that house. You didn�t let him know you�d seen. You crept away, came home, because you were afraid to let him know...</p><p>Yet he�s all you have left, Berta, and you must save him...</p><p>She rose to her feet before the dressing-table mirror. She was shaking. Her eyes gleamed at her in the mirror. She would fight!</p><p>She walked to the window. Outside was darkness. The hour was getting late again, and Ollie wasn�t home. She looked at the baleful shadows of tall pines nodding in the night wind, and off in the distance, on the hill, she saw the old Carmichael place. Like an overgrown tomb. Like a bulky shadow against the night sky.</p><p>She started from the bedroom. She reached the head of the stairs, heard a door open and close downstairs. Then there was a little period of dense silence. �Ollie?� she said, peering down in the lower hall.</p><p>She saw his fat shadow reeling toward the stairs, indistinctly, as if the shadows down there were swirling, a part of them detaching and coming up the stairs.</p><p>He came into the light that spilled wanly from the bedroom at her back. His face was slick, flushed, and she knew he was very drunk. His clothes were rumpled; his bald head gleamed; his eyes were blank with torture; his hands shook violently.</p><p>�Ollie...� She had to say it now! While her resolve was high. They had money, plenty of it. Now she knew what the money was to be spent for. Tomorrow when he awakened, the sun of a bright, new place must be shining in his eyes!</p><p>�Ollie, we�re going away. Now, tonight.�</p><p>He seemed to see her for the first time. His fat face twisted. He said, �No.�</p><p>�Please, Ollie! Now � we�ll pack a couple of bags. The rest of the things we�ll need we can send for...�</p><p>�No!� he shouted, his lips trembling.</p><p>�But, Ollie...� She weaseled up to him, slipped her arms about him. She saw him shudder under the touch of her hands. She saw his face work. Then she heard a stinging slap.</p><empty-line/><p>She didn�t feel the pain at first. She felt herself flung against the banister. She raised her hand to her cheek, and it felt numb and already swollen where his palm had lashed.</p><p><emphasis>He�s slapped me... slapped me!</emphasis></p><p>She saw his face dimly, floating before her like a slick moon. She had idolized him, put up with anything, but the sting of his blow laced down inside her, bringing a dark bubble to the surface of her lonely, shrewish heart. For an instant she was aware of all his grossness, of his foolishness. Words came unbidden to her tongue. She was screaming at him, cursing him, ready to claw at him with taloned fingers. All the knots the past had put in her heart suddenly unraveled.</p><p>He seized her wrists. �Shut up! Berta, damn you...�</p><p>The storm might have passed; in a moment she might have been on her knees, begging him to forgive her. But from downstairs, Ollie heard a soft ripple of laughter. As in a mist, floating distantly before him, he saw the loveliness of Sylvia�s face down there in the lower hall. Sylvia had entered so quietly he hadn�t heard her. And how strange she looked � as if she weren�t Sylvia, really, but a dark, ancient Power moving about in Sylvia�s body...</p><p>The liquid laughter came again. �Ollie... I knew. I could sense it. You�ve wanted to kill her a long time, haven�t you?�</p><p>Berta choked on a scream.</p><p>�Listen to me, Ollie...� The words writhed up the stairs, into Ollie�s brain. �You hate her. You must be rid of her!�</p><p>�No...!� Berta sobbed. �Let me go, Ollie, you�re hurting me. Quit staring at her like that, Ollie. Don�t listen! I was wrong about her � she�s loyal to nothing but evil! Please, Ollie...�</p><p>�Now!� the voice poured into Ollie�s ears. �Now, Ollie! Just one push!�</p><p>He cried out hoarsely and shoved. He heard Berta�s scream torn off, heard Berta�s body falling down the stairs. He stood crouched at the stairhead, panting, his face oil-slick, looking at Berta�s form down there at the foot of the stairs. The way her mouth lolled open... the way her eyes stared... neck broken, he thought numbly.</p><p>He stumbled down the stairs, and Sylvia laughed again. It chilled him to the core. �No! Sylvia, don�t laugh at me that way!�</p><p>�They�ll get you, Ollie! You know what they do to murderers, Ollie!�</p><p>�You... you devil!� He stumbled toward her, tried to seize her. She laughed and eluded him. His hand caught in the lip of her jacket pocket. The movement swung her around. They struggled for a moment and a tiny silver scroll tumbled from her pocket, landing silently on the carpet.</p><p>She broke away from him. �Stand back, Ollie! You can�t move! You can�t harm me, understand?�</p><p>He stood with his hands hanging at his sides, shaking his head numbly from side to side, watching her fading down the hall. Then she was gone, and he knew he was alone. Volition came back to him, and he turned off the lights here in the lower hall. Murderer, he thought. Murderer! He whimpered. He wanted a drink to steady him.</p><p>He stumbled toward the door that entered the living room from the hall. He was almost there when he stopped. He heard footsteps, crossing the front porch, stopping at the front door...</p><p>He gasped for breath, pressing back against the wall, listening. A knock, a rapid tattoo of knuckles on the front door. Ollie felt sweat sliding down his face.</p><p>The knock came again. Ollie�s hand inched out, seeking. On the old-fashioned table beside the halltree sat a heavy bronze vase. His fat, slick fingers closed about the neck of the vase.</p><p>� �Ey, Ollie!� It was the voice of Charlie Cotter.</p><p>Ollie�s quivering fat lips formed silent words, �Why�d he have to come! Why�d Cotter have to show up!� Ollie clutched the vase, wondering if he would have the strength to hit Charlie. A sudden sense of his own craven cowardice swept over Ollie, and he hated himself. He wished himself dead.</p><p>Out there, beyond the door that separated life from death, Charlie Cotter knocked again. Briscombe didn�t move, vase clutched, waiting... Then a foot scuffed on the porch; steps went across the porch, fading from Ollie�s ears...</p><empty-line/><p>Going down the dark walk, Charlie Cotter glanced back at the Briscombe house. Only that one light burning upstairs. He guessed that Berta had gone to sleep up there with the light on. He wondered where Ollie was; he needed to see him about the Wanderly abstract. He shook his head; Briscombe and Associates was going to hell. And I know why Ollie is acting the way he is, Charlie thought. When a man falls in love with another man�s wife... But he wouldn�t admit it, and he wondered how long he could keep his head in the sand. Something was going to happen; he could feel it. Sooner or later, the sand would get suffocating.</p><p>He drew his hand wearily across his face, started his light coupe and drove home.</p><p>Funny that he should still think of it as the old Carmichael place. He paused in the driveway, where he left the coupe, looking at the house. It was a large, frame structure, dark now, a wise old hulk on the earth. A benign place � until he and Sylvia had bought it. Now it was a dwelling place for shadows, for something strange had entered the house with Sylvia. Charlie thought of the past two months. Those strange nightmares of hers. Or were they? The night he�d found her walking in the garden... sleepwalking, with that expression on her face... And the cats.</p><p>Three cats had more or less adopted the place, hanging around since nobody knew when. But the day Charlie and Sylvia had moved in, the cats had retreated, backs arched, fangs showing, mouths spitting. Sylvia had said, �Nice kitties... kitty, kitty.� The cats had screamed in terror, had run from the place, and for a moment Sylvia had been utterly strange to Charlie as she had thrown back her head and laughed. He didn�t like to remember that laughter. It still sent chills down his spine. Then the laughter had broken off, and she was in his arms, trembling. �Charlie, what came over me? Why were the cats so afraid. Was I laughing, Charlie?�</p><p>He had held her that day, throat dry, knowing this place would never be home. The cats hadn�t been seen since.</p><p>Now Charlie mounted the dark porch. He was so tired he was swaying. He entered the house, went up the stairs. Egyptians and cats � he tried to remember. What was it about Egyptians of ancient times and their cats? He tried to shake aside the thought. Egypt reminded him of Lawson, of Steven Lawson who had died so horribly on that Florida island. He had read all about Lawson�s death in the papers. It had developed that Lawson was quite a famous man. Charlie had saved copies of those papers of two months ago. But he wouldn�t think about it now. He didn�t want to think of anything. He craved sleep. He hoped that tonight Sylvia would rest well.</p><p>He opened the door to her bedroom. Pale moonlight spilled across her sleeping face. Charlie looked at her several moments, tiptoed to the bed and kissed her cheek. Then he went through the door into his own adjoining bedroom, leaving the connecting door open. He undressed in the dark. As he lowered the sash halfway for the night, he looked across the distance to where Ollie Briscombe�s house stood. He couldn�t see anything of it, which meant that someone had turned off that upstairs light. Charlie hesitated, then decided the Wanderly abstract would have to wait. He didn�t feel like getting dressed again.</p><empty-line/><p>He slept like a man drugged, and waking was a long process next morning. He heard the pattering of rain, looked out his window to find a grey, muggy day waiting him. He pattered into Sylvia�s room. She had been very quiet during the night, he thought, and now she lay sleeping softly, a half-smile on her lips, her face framed in the curled position of her arm.</p><p>Charlie got into his slippers and robe, went downstairs. He put coffee on, and while it made, he went out and got the paper off the front porch. Back in the kitchen, he lighted a cigarette and ran his fingers through his hair. It was hair that would never turn grey, because it had a grey cast to its sandy color already; it was drab hair that mussed and stood on end when Charlie slept and never stayed put.</p><p>He puffed on the fag, opened the paper. Black headlines leaped at him: fiend at large!</p><p>Charlie read the story, unaware that the coffee was on the verge of boiling over. Terror had come to Leeston during the night. The Leeston <emphasis>Herald</emphasis> had stopped the presses to include the story.</p><cite><p>Entering Blackstock Funeral Home sometime last night, an unknown fiend made away with the body of Mary Evelyn Ledford, age 5. Entry evidently was effected through the ambulance entrance, near which the night attendant slept. The attendant told police that he had heard no one enter. Obviously shaken, the attendant denied that anyone could have gotten past him. Police have reminded him that someone did.</p><p>Mrs. Edgar Ledford, mother of the child, collapsed at the news that her daughter�s body had disappeared. Mary Evelyn, the child, was drowned just forty-eight hours ago while playing on the riverbank with two other children. Brad Ledford, the father, a factory worker, received the latest news with tears in his eyes. �Somehow,� he stated, �this is even more horrible than her dying, if anything could be. Please tell in your paper that we�re begging for her body back � we can�t just never know what happened to her! Ask whoever took her to please send us a note and tell us where the body can be found so we can give her burial.�</p><p>Police are on emergency duty. In the event that this is a wave of fiendish actions just beginning, Chief Rickard assured the press the ghoul will find Leeston well patrolled. �Little Mary Evelyn Ledford�s body will be found,� Rickard promised.</p><p>The child�s body was wearing a pink burial dress with the initials MEL on the left shoulder at the time of the disappearance. Citizens are urged...</p></cite><p>The coffee hissed, boiling over. Charlie dropped the paper on the floor, made his breakfast. He went up and dressed. Sylvia was still asleep. Back downstairs, he scraped his dishes, stacked them in the sink. The garbage container was full. He picked it up, ducked into the slowing drizzle outside.</p><p>He crossed the back yard to the old-fashioned incinerator, opened it to toss the garbage in. A wreath of acrid smoke curled out at him. He frowned. He hadn�t fired the incinerator in three or four days. He bent, peered in. The incinerator was faintly warm, as if the rain during the night, down the old, open chimney, had beat a fire out. He saw the charred cloth as the smoke cleared, picked up a stick and fished it out.</p><p>He stood with the cloth in his hand, staring at it, while his brain heaved in his skull and the grey morning came down to wrap him like a shroud.</p><p><emphasis>How much deeper can you put your head in the sand, Charlie? No deeper now, no deeper now! Look in your hand, Charlie. It�s the remains of a child�s pink organdy dress. Charlie. Perhaps a burial dress? Look � the initials on the left shoulder are MEL. It seems that Sylvia might not have slept so well after all, doesn�t it, Charlie?</emphasis></p></section><section><title><p>Chapter Four</p><p>The Possessed</p></title><p>Charlie Cotter crumpled the scorched dress in his hand and stuffed it under his shirt. It was not too bulky. It seemed to sear his flesh, like acid. Hide it, he thought, destroy it � but some place far from here!</p><p>He looked about the backyard. No one should be there, and no one was � but you had to be careful; you never knew when somebody might pass.</p><p>He moved toward the house, feeling the cold of the morning drizzle, feeling the chill of terror eating into his insides until he was ready to cry out. He clenched his hands into hard fists at his sides and went into the living room.</p><p>Yes, now he had his head out on the sand, and he knew, he <emphasis>knew!</emphasis> He could see everything with a startling clarity. He listened for sounds overhead, heard none. She was still asleep. Somehow before she woke, he had to figure this thing out. No matter what happened, he couldn�t let her come to the same end that had come to Steven Lawson.</p><p>He jerked open the drawer of the knee-hole desk; the papers were there. Two months� old papers, giving details of Steven Lawson�s death. He had saved them because his name was in them, Ollie�s island was in them � and because he must have known that this moment would come, this moment when he had to find a clue to a way to save her...</p><p>He sat down carefully, forcing his hands steady. He lighted a cigarette, unfolded the papers. Steven Lawson�s picture looked up at him, except that it was younger than the face he�d seen on Lawson. The caption read: �Archaeologist Dies.� There was a summary of the finding of Steven Lawson�s body by a honeymooning couple on a Gulf island off the Florida west coast. There were the baffled statements of the police and coroner as to the cause of death. The coroner stated that it was his conclusion that Lawson had suffered a mental aberration which led him to starve himself to death. �I must admit there was plenty of food in the cottage occupied by Lawson,� the coroner�s statement read, �but he must have been mad. He must have been destroying or hiding the food, perhaps under the delusion that he had consumed it. To date, we have been unable to find where he was putting the food.�</p><p><emphasis>He was eating it, you fool,</emphasis> Charlie thought wildly, <emphasis>eating it!</emphasis></p><p>Charlie read on:</p><cite><p>The whole archaeological world will mourn the passing of Steven Lawson. He will be remembered mainly for his work in Egyptology. During his lifetime, he led his profession in discovery of facts about the ancient inhabitants of the Nile basin. The books he authored include the famous <emphasis>Vanished Civilization,</emphasis> in which he attempted to prove that in many ways the ancients were far in advance of our modern society. �They merely turned their research in different paths,� Steven Lawson wrote. �They reduced astrology to a science, far in advance of the sham it is today. While we of the modern world have turned our minds to the material, the ancients of the Nile devoted their research to the occult. Some records, some traces, of the results they achieved are beyond belief...�</p><p>Lawson was the discoverer of the tomb of Tumbok, a pharaoh of an early dynasty. Tumbok is known to the layman as the author of the Tumbok Curse, which Lawson himself deciphered. While science of course can give it no credence, many will doubtless speculate on Lawson�s strange death, since part of the curse states: �Hunger you and be cursed who defiles this place.�</p><p>Lawson was fifty-seven at the time of his death. He is survived by no close relatives.</p></cite><p>Charlie dropped the papers on the desk. He was sweating, sticky, in the damp morning. Realization had come gradually, but still he was stunned. He couldn�t believe it � yet he had to. It couldn�t have happened � yet it had.</p><p>He could feel the sweat pouring down in his eyes now. Fairy tale, Charlie? Feel the scorched dress against your skin! It�s got her, Charlie, just as it had Lawson. Lawson was a Brain. He knew. He realized that in all the tales of nether beings and all the superstitions of man there must be a basis in fact. What does man know, anyway, Charlie? Can he even explain light, electricity, magnetism? Can he slice a brain open and find a thought? Those ancients of the Nile knew many things we do not, Charlie. How they built the pyramids, their method of embalming, all secrets lost to us. What other secrets of theirs have vanished in the dim mists of many centuries? Remember the curse of the King Tut tomb, Charlie? Recall some of the legends? Lawson discovered some of those secrets that he was afraid to publish. Remember that those ancient men each had a lifetime of his own to work and delve; they weren�t just shadows because they lived so long ago, Charlie. Where did their sorceries lead them? To the key that unlocked the door on some nether world? To a being, a creature, a thing � whatever you want to call it � that they locked up in the Tumbok tomb?</p><p>When Lawson went into the dark depths of the tomb, the thing was there like a leech. You saw what it did to him, Charlie. It took possession of him more and more, until in horror Lawson ran to that Florida island and shut himself away. Lawson saw the depths of degradation to which he was sinking. He had to rid himself of the thing. Kill it, and he could think of only one way to do it. He tried to starve the thing out � because Lawson realized that the thing had a cannibal hunger...</p><p>There they are, Charlie, facts, right in front of your nose, finally. No hiding your head in the sand, now. When Lawson died, the thing was homeless, but Sylvia was there, struggling in the water, life slipping from her, leaving a door open for the thing to creep in... Now it�s got her, Charlie. She�s sick as Lawson was sick. Only you can help her. You can�t tell anybody about this, not in this day and age. You can only struggle blindly, knowing at least that Lawson�s method was the wrong one.</p><empty-line/><p>Charlie pushed himself to his feet. Overhead, he heard the patter of feet in her bedroom. His throat worked; his lips were grey. He went up to her room and knocked. She opened the door, straightening her dress. Her eyes looked tired today, and he saw now that her hair was faintly damp.</p><p>�A little mist must have blown in on my pillow,� she said. �How are you this morning, darling?�</p><p>�I... I�m fine,� Charlie said.</p><p>�You�re all ready for work?�</p><p>�Yes,� said Charlie.</p><p>�Please hurry home, darling.� She put her arms about him. �I had an awful nightmare last night. I dreamed I was moving, silently as a cat, and I could feel mist in my face.�</p><p>�It was the mist blowing in your window,� he said. His voice got harsh, loud: �Forget the dream! Swear you�ll forget it!�</p><p>She looked at him and nodded. He turned toward the stairs. �I�ll be late,� he said. Then he went down. On his way out he passed through the kitchen and picked up the morning paper. He didn�t want her to see it; he threw it in the incinerator as he went to the garage.</p><p>He drove his coupe down the drive. He had to get her away � soon! They might somehow trail the organdy dress that lay against Charlie�s stomach to Charlie�s incinerator... He would see Ollie. He�d make some kind of arrangement about the business... give some excuse. Just get her away and try to solve the problem.</p><p>Solve it, Charlie? Who are you? Steven Lawson knew about these things, but it was a problem he couldn�t solve...</p><p>The grey mist of morning closed in about Charlie Cotter as he drove to Ollie Briscombe�s house.</p><p>He rapped on Ollie�s front door. He was trying to frame words in his mind. Wonderful opportunity in Richmond for me, Ollie, if I can just get there immediately and grab it. Knew you�d understand. Now, about the business here...</p><p>He pounded on the door. He waited, and nothing happened. Somebody was in there, damn it � somebody had to be in there. He had noticed Ollie�s car parked far up the drive under the canopy of trees, as he�d driven up.</p><p>Charlie put his hand on the knob, tried it. It turned. The door gave. He could see a little of the gloomy, barren hallway through the crack he made with the door. He let the door swing wider and thrust his head on in. �Oll...� The word melted and died in Charlie�s throat. He clutched the door jamb and stared for a moment, realizing that the huddled mound of shadows at the foot of the stairs was a human being.</p><p>Charlie pushed the door back, and when he reached the stairway, he saw that it was Berta; he saw, too, that she must have been dead for hours. Over on the carpet, he saw something that gleamed. He picked it up. It was that tiny silver scroll that he�d seen once in Sylvia�s things, he couldn�t mistake it. He remembered it because of the evasive way she�d kept him from seeing it, laughingly saying that a woman has her personal little objects sometimes. He�d respected that. But now an awful knowledge rocked him � Sylvia had been here... and Berta was dead!</p><p>He moved quickly now, down the hall. �Ollie!� There was no answer. Then, toward the rear of the house, he heard the light bumping noise. A doorway was open to his left, leading down to the basement. The bumping came from there. Charlie eased down the basement stairs.</p><p>He saw the shadow first, swaying back and forth slowly, suspended in the air. He jerked his gaze around, and there was Ollie�s body, hanging on a short length of rope from an overhead pipe. An overturned crate was near Ollie�s feet, and Ollie was swaying in time to the breeze that puffed through the small open window in the side of the basement. Ollie�s heels gently thumped against the wall.</p><p>Charlie shut his eyes. He realized what had happened. Ollie had broken Berta�s neck, and then his own. But the little silver scroll? There wasn�t time to think of that now. There�d be time later.</p><p>Ollie had been acting strangely of recent, like a man possessed... Charlie�s head jerked up. The organdy dress burned against his skin. Yes, Ollie <emphasis>had</emphasis> been acting cracked as hell lately...</p><empty-line/><p>Trembling, Charlie made his way to Ollie�s furnace and dropped on his knees there. The furnace had been cold for weeks and wouldn�t be in use again for many weeks to come; Charlie jerked the door open. He saw a stack of old papers in the corner of the basement. He crossed to them, crumpled a mass of them in his hands, and thrust them into the furnace. He touched a light to the papers, let them char about the edges, then smothered them out. And on the charred papers in Ollie�s furnace, Charlie Cotter placed the organdy dress with the initials MEL. He did it carefully, matching up the charred edges of the dress and those of the papers.</p><p>He rose, trying not to think of what he had done. Ollie was dead, wasn�t he? It couldn�t hurt Ollie, could it? Of course there were a few relatives of Ollie�s... Life wouldn�t be pleasant for them after this. They might have to pull up stakes, sacrifice jobs and homes, considering the kind of small town Leeston was...</p><p>�I won�t think about it,� Charlie muttered. �I can�t afford to. It�s for Sylvia... for Sylvia...� He turned and hurried up the stairs. He tried to fight away the feeling that in some fiber of him death and decay had set in like insidious dry-rot. �For Sylvia...� Charlie mumbled.</p><p>He wiped his hands, composed himself when he reached the upstairs hall. He went down the hall to the phone, picked it up. �Operator! Get police headquarters! Get them over to Ollie Briscombe�s house right away. Something terrible has happened!�</p><p>He had to go out on the porch to wait for them. He didn�t think he could stand the house any longer. He sat down on the porch steps. What if they didn�t find the organdy dress? But they would. Right there in the basement � where Ollie had died. They�d give the basement a very thorough going-over.</p><p>They did. Three of them in blue came. Charlie had to go in with them. Inside of fifteen minutes one of the cops had noticed the open door of the furnace. A little poking around, and he brought out the pink dress.</p><p>Charlie let his breath out. Come what may, it was too late to turn back now.</p><p>The news rocked Leeston, as Charlie had known it would. Ollie Briscombe, Fiend... People stopped by the office all day, morbid in their curiosity, offering condolences to Charlie. �Must have been a shock to find him like that, huh, Charlie? Just going down to try to get his attention on some business, and found him and Berta like that? Well, Ollie always was a sort of queer one. Good for him he killed himself.�</p><p>Good for him he killed himself... Charlie tried not to think about it.</p><p>If news that Ollie Briscombe was a body snatcher and murderer rocked Leeston, the mystery was brought to an even more painful height when the body of the Ledford girl was not found. Police tried to control the people, but great crowds swarmed over Ollie�s place in the late afternoon. Bands of men hunted the area. But nobody found the child�s body.</p><p>Charlie somehow got through the day, living in a mental vacuum that was like hard, never-ending pain. If the body were found, if there were anything about it to point to somebody other than Ollie... well, they�d recall Charlie had discovered Ollie. Charlie had been in Ollie�s house alone before the arrival of the police. They might question him again. They might wonder. They might ask him if he knew anything about that charred dress in Ollie�s furnace. But the body wasn�t found.</p><p>Charlie went home that evening, fagged. He pecked at the dinner Sylvia set before him. She, too, talked of Ollie and what a shame it was. Charlie watched her innocent face, listened to the innocent words that fell from her lips, and he wanted to weep.</p><p>He knew he would have to get her away from here. But not too quickly now. Nothing to arouse the tiniest shred of suspicion. He would have to watch her closely, carefully.</p><p>Charlie Cotter became the watchdog of the damned.</p><p>He moved into her room that night, and after she was asleep, he locked the door. There was no way down from the second-floor window. He lay touching her as she slept. The darkness was a shroud of black fear, and he did not sleep until almost morning.</p><empty-line/><p>In the next two days, Charlie let it be known that he was quitting Leeston shortly. He was grey like a walking dead man; his eyes mirrored horror. The shock of what had been done by Ollie, his friend and business associate, was killing Charlie, people said. They didn�t blame him for wanting to leave. Charlie was glad they put such an interpretation on his appearance.</p><p>Ollie Briscombe�s relatives buried him as quietly as possible.</p><p>The day after Ollie�s funeral, Charlie came home late. There was almost a spring in his step. Leeston had accepted his reasons for leaving. Leeston�s sympathy would go with him. For a couple of days now he must work like a demon, get everything straight. A hard-shelled cousin of Ollie�s would take over the office. Charlie would reduce everything he owned to liquid assets. Beyond that, he wasn�t sure. He knew only that there was danger, imminently, for Sylvia here. There was too much chance that when and if the Ledford child�s body were found, there�d be some evidence that pointed <emphasis>away</emphasis> from Ollie Briscombe. One step at a time, Charlie, and getting her away was the first one. After that � well, he would figure out what to do next.</p><p>He ate his dinner, busied himself a while on some book work he�d brought home. Sylvia kissed him good-night and went upstairs. Charlie kept at it another hour, his eyes tired, feeling as if they were full of grime. He yawned, stretched, pushed the work back on the kneehole desk, and went upstairs.</p><p>Sylvia was already in bed. Charlie undressed in the dark, slipped in beside her.</p><p>Charlie awoke in a vacuum of silence. He knew it was very late, very calm outside with a pale moon spilling cold light on the earth. He was groggy for a few seconds, wondering what had awakened him. Then he knew. He hurled himself up out of bed, grabbing for a light. It snicked on. The door was standing open. Sylvia was not in the room.</p><p>He grabbed his shoes, slipped them on, threw a robe about his shoulders. He ran downstairs. The back door of the house was standing open. He stood a moment, trembling, staring into the night; its hush ate at his eardrums; the soft whisper of the breeze in the eaves was the sibilant laughter of demons... You were so smart, Charlie! You were such a light sleeper. You were sure she would awaken you. But <emphasis>she</emphasis> could go anywhere without awakening anyone. She found the key. Now she�s gone...</p><p>Charlie stumbled out in the back yard. He caught a glimpse of something white off there in the trees. He went running toward the thing, and when he was in the trees, he caught another glimpse of her, flitting through the night there in front of him.</p><p>�Sylvia...�</p><p>She went up through the woods, up the long, sloping hillside. Charlie lost sight of her twice. He was reeling, and the trees were reeling about him, grotesque, live shadows, like strange beings reaching for him with long, leafy arms. He paused on the crest of the hill, panting. She had gained on him. Now she had disappeared again.</p><p>Off in the pale, moonlit distance, at the end of the long hill, he saw the faint, luminous glow of moonlight on headstones. The cemetery down there � and through the forest of headstones, through the moonlight, he caught another glimpse of her. She was a good distance away, and looked small, like an animated doll, running through a toy city of the dead.</p><p>The cry knotted in Charlie�s throat and couldn�t come out. He ran down the long hill. He tore through brush and undergrowth at the edge of the cemetery. His foot sank in the softness of a grave. His breath was tearing in and out, his eyes throbbing, looking for her.</p><p>Five minutes clocked away while Charlie reeled his way along, not thinking, not daring to think. Then he saw her ahead, at a fresh grave � at the spot where Ollie Briscombe had been buried a matter of hours ago.</p><p>He saw something else, too � the dim figure of the watchman going toward her. He heard the watchman say, �Here! What are you doing!�</p><p>The watchman had a light; he threw it against her, and Charlie heard him shout, �Your hands � you�ve been tearing at the grave! You � you�re Mrs. Cotter!�</p><p>Charlie was moving forward, numbed. He tried to reach her before the watchman, but his legs were lead, his breath was thick, hot syrup in his lungs. He saw the watchman approach her, try to take hold of her. But she fought. Charlie could hear the watchman�s outcry and the animal sounds of her fighting...</p><p>Charlie closed in on the watchman, and the man slugged with the light in his hand. Charlie staggered back, clinging to the watchman, dragging him. Charlie sensed that Sylvia had broken away. He slugged at the watchman, but the man was wiry and tough. They tripped, fell, rolled together, fighting in the earth of a fresh-turned grave.</p><p>The light rose and fell again; pain lanced through Charlie�s skull. He held to the man grimly, got his fingers on the light, wrung it from the man�s hands. It was his turn now to slug with the light, and the watchman went limp beneath him.</p><p>Charlie staggered to his feet over the unconscious man. He looked about for her, but didn�t see her. He made a circuit of the cemetery, but still caught no sight of her. At last, Charlie wearily headed for home.</p><p>She was in the kitchen when he got there.</p><empty-line/><p>He hadn�t expected to find her there. He stood looking at her a moment. He�d had one glimpse of her eyes there in the cemetery, and they hadn�t been human eyes. Not Sylvia�s eyes, but eyes that reflected the dark secrets of an Egyptian tomb... Now her eyes were sane again, and her chin was trembling, and Charlie felt like wetting her face with tears of pity.</p><p>�You�re washing your hands,� he said.</p><p>A sob shook her.</p><p>Charlie moved over to her, slipped his arm about her. He held her tight, staring over her head into a horrible blankness. She pressed her head against his chest and let the dam burst. Charlie had never heard such bitter weeping in his life. It brought fire to his throat and hot tears to his own eyes. He thought he had suffered � but now he thought of what she must have endured. He hated that thing that had been back there in the cemetery. He loathed and hated it with all the passion of the human for the inhuman. But that had not been Sylvia! This, now, was Sylvia, and he pitied and loved her to bitterness. A strange, new strength rose in him, a resolve gathering in him like a hard, glittering diamond.</p><p>�Charlie... I just had another nightmare... But it wasn�t a dream, was it?�</p><p>�No, darling.�</p><p>�None of them have been just dreams, have they?�</p><p>�No,� he said.</p><p>�It was me that went in the funeral home, wasn�t it? It wasn�t Ollie?�</p><p>He swallowed and said, �It wasn�t Ollie.�</p><p>Distantly, footsteps sounded out on the front porch. Charlie heard a hammering on his front door. Unmoving, he listened. A voice out there shouted, �Open up, Cotter, it�s the law!�</p><p>So the watchman had regained consciousness. The watchman had called the law. They had come for her. They were here, ready to tear her away, to question her. But they wouldn�t have to question long. She would tell. She would blurt everything in her hurt and pain.</p><p>She shrank against him.</p><p>Yes, they would learn everything. They�d learn it hadn�t been Ollie. They�d shut her away. They wouldn�t understand! And the sickness would grow on her as it had grown on Lawson, until she died as Lawson had died, in horrible pain, a ravening beast in a padded cell...</p><p>Tears stung Charlie�s eyes. Over her shoulder, he saw the gleam of a long kitchen knife that lay on the drainboard. He reached behind her, and his fingers closed over the knife. The front door shook under the thunder of blows. Any minute now they�d break in from out there.</p><p>Charlie brought the knife up behind her. He couldn�t let them hurt her. He couldn�t let them shut her away to go as Lawson had gone. A groan issued from his lips � because neither could he bring the knife any closer to her.</p><p>She was looking in his face. She had never been exactly the same Sylvia since they�d come from their honeymoon, but now, for just an instant, she was. She said, �They�re breaking in, Charlie. Please, Charlie?�</p><p>And he felt her hand creeping behind her, closing over his own fingers that held the knife. She tried to smile. She placed her lips to his, closed her eyes � and made a little movement with the hand in back of her, and the knife was swallowed up by her body. A paroxysm of pain tore her, stiffened her, snapped her teeth together, and Charlie felt the sting in his lip where her teeth had closed. He knew with an awful black dread that she had drawn a drop of blood. He knew what had happened to him. But she hadn�t meant to. Maybe it had been inevitable for it to turn out this way from the beginning. He�d tried to protect her this far � he would play it through to the end. He turned his head quickly away to keep her from seeing the little drop of blood. She breathed something that sounded like, �Thank you, Charlie,� and went limp in his arms.</p><p>They found him in there with her, weaping and babbling. He told them his lip stung from the cut on it � when no cut was there, though there was a spot on his chin that looked like dried blood that had dripped there. He continued babbling about the way a man named Lawson had died until they called in the state psychiatrist to see if Charlie Cotter was sane.</p><p>He was. Yet in his cell, hands hanging between his knees, he looked a little mad. He was trying to figure it out. He was remembering that Sylvia had drowned on the honeymoon. Or had she? He was stupid about such things. He knew now that he had been mistaken. She had lain in a near-cataleptic state, perhaps induced by shock, a flicker of life left that Charlie had been unable to discover. But now she was dead, really dead. And Charlie was glad for her. She had escaped.</p><p>Now he must do likewise. He knew it had him, this unseen thing, for inside of him he felt the awful stirrings of a hunger that was vast and strange. Lawson, then Sylvia, now me, Charlie thought.</p><p>There was only one thing more that Charlie wanted as he sat in his cell and cracked his knuckles. He wanted freedom from this growing stirring of a vast hunger. He wanted relief. He wanted to forget. He wanted to see Sylvia again and tell her everything was all right with them now. Yes, he wanted only to be with Sylvia again.</p><empty-line/><p>Charlie Cotter stood on the witness stand, licking his lips, looking at the courtroom before him. �Please,� he was shouting, �just this one favor...�</p><p>They could hear him now. They were looking at him, waiting for him to speak. He looked at the spectators, the jury, the white-haired man on the bench. �This one favor that I�m asking the court is this � to please sentence me quickly. I... I couldn�t stand the waiting...�</p><p>In the judge�s eyes, Charlie saw sadness, pity, and a light of understanding. The judge didn�t understand, of course, not completely. The judge thought he simply couldn�t stand the long days in the death house. Well, let the judge think that, Charlie thought, as long as I see that look in his face that means he�s going to grant my favor.</p><p>Charlie Cotter sat down. He felt a sweep of calm that he hadn�t known in months, such a calm that he wanted to laugh aloud with it. 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