they had all received. “All of you! That's splendid. You see, in the corners of the cards are signs — that commanded you to bring them with you. Coincidence? Perhaps. Then there is the nature of each of your customes - you all chose, at my command, something that revealed your true identity—Yes. Your true identity. You were about to say something, Harry?" Wolf had started to rise as if in anger, but he sank down, his comment lost in a growl in his throat. The thin silver chain tinkled. “Ah, I bet you would! But first you would have to take the chain off, right? And that you cannot do Ursala. 'Ursala'-the little bear. And you, our gypsy Princess There was a sound of a tambourine rattling in the background. "Why do you always wear women's costumes on Halloween, Princess?" Robert could not answer; beside him, the shaggy bear was heaving in laughter, lolling a great red tongue out and swaying ponderously from side to side. Of a sudden, the party had taken on a new tone a faintly familiar flavor spiced in horror.

-nor you,

gave

"Perhaps I'd better explain all of it. My own name - Cabell me a clue a long time ago of course Caballah. By no mere circum- stance, my father is an astronomer - in olden days, he was an astrologer. Yes, that's right he was. Again you disbelieve! But wait — I'll show you the proof. I have been studying in this life — and all the others for just this Observe!" The black-garbed figure clapped his hands and began droning names in a queer rhythm. The room outside the circle of light case by the low hanging candleabra over the table, became filled with strange dusky shapes, twisting and gleaming in the half- light.

"There! There's your proof! And now

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let us join them."

With a rush of overturned chairs, the guests flocked into the melee. Robert arose and turned in time to see Harry Wolf march into a corner, turn around three times and from the sudden rain of clothing, there emerged - "A wolf that was obvious, wasn't it?" Robert's elbow was being clutched by Hugh's right hand. “Lucky we have the silver chain on him, eh?” Robert nodded. It was the only movement he could make. His host began pointing out the other guests "Ursala, the bear

the man-eating bear." Robert's wife looked at him through dim red eyes and batted futilely at her restraining chain. "And Blanche -how peaceful she looks!" The white-garbed figure lay rigidly on a plank, the lighted candle held in her crossed hands. Robert shuddered as Hugh pointed out the Stevens two flickering, devouring flames that fed at each other. There was a noise overhead, and both looked up to