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see Jeanne arching a broomstick among the rafters “A real witch my foil and counterfoil my wife." Hugh was silent a moment. "And me?" breathed Robert. Hugh looked at him. Looked down at him His gaze penetrated to the core of Robert's being. "The Son of Lillith only Lillith had no Sons. You are what you are." "But I'm no different." "Inventory!" commanded the magician. Robert went into a trance as he complied — a tingling responded in each part as he enumerated his being. “And so you stand revealed thus!" and Hugh stretched a mirror between his two hands and Robert saw his reflection in the mirror the image of Lillith. "And that too— is obvious."

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The mad revelry went on until a thread of light broke the pall of the night without. "Depart! And do not forget your lessons." In a heart- beat, the room was deserted the grounds of the castle lifeless and barren. In the open courtyard, walked the gaunt figure of Hugh Cabell. Overhead, there was a shrill whistle.

Cabel looked up and sighed. "Oh well, perhaps I can get loose again in another seven hundred years." And he walked into the suddenly gaping mouth of a crystal cave which opened in front of him. The peasant girl darted in behind him and for an instant, there was a chiming sound of steel on steel and then the mouth of the cave closed.

The other guests fared variously. They had been whisked to their homes in the flicker of an eyelash. They did not know what happened, any of them except one. Blanche Wolf was found a week later by her sister who hysterically told the police of finding her embalmed body in the bedroom of their home. Of Harry, there was no trace. There was a large, ferocious looking dog-like a huge German Shephard-chained outside. The police transferred him to the city

pound

where the chain was struck from his neck. During the next full noon, the giant dog disappeared — as did the nightwatchman.

The Stevens were found by the firemen in the charred wreckage of their home. Their blackened skeletons were locked in a last, grim embrace.

Of all the guests, only Robert and Ursala survived the night, more or less unscathed. Actually, they were both improved. Ursala was as robust as could be a fine six-hundred pound female who lived for another eighteen years. She received the best of care from the