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ate a biplane. "So that to natural parental grief was added the bitter downfall of all the plans he had for this boy; instructing him in the fine art of fly-casting, straight shoot- ing, hard riding, and all that sort of thing. Instead of a companion who could take up the life his advancing years were forcing him to relinquish, in a measure, he had a hopeless cripple to carry on, and end his line.. "He was a dear, patient little lad, with the most beautiful head, and great, intelligent eyes; but his wrecked little body was enough to wring your heart. Twisted, warped, shriveled-and far be- yond the skill of Watts-Bedloe himself, wh had been Sir William's last resort. When he sadly confessed that there was nothing he could do, that science and skillful nursing might add a few years to the mere existence of the little martyr, you will understand that his father came to that pass which you, Bliven, have il- lustrated in citing the case of the pharmacist. He was, in short, ready to try anything; to turn to quacks, necromancers, to Satan himself, if his son might be made whole! "Oh, naturally he had sought the aid of religion. Noted clergy of his own faith had anointed the brave eyes, the patient lips, the crooked limbs, and prayed that God might work a miracle. But none was vouchsafed. I haven't the least idea who it was that suggested the Luciferians to Sir William." Devil ers?" interrupted Holmes. "Were there any of them in your time?" "There are plenty of them today; but it is the most secret sect in the world. Huysmans in La-Bas has told us as much as has anyone; and you know perfectly well, or should, that all priests who be- lieve in the Real Presence, take the ut- most care that the sacred wafer does not pass into irresponsible hands. Many will not even place it on the communicant's palm; but only in his mouth. For the stolen Host is essential to the celebration of the infamous Black Mass which forms the chief ceremony of the Luciferian ritual. And every year a number of thefts, or attempted thefts, from the tabernaculum, are reported in the press. "Now the theory of this strange sect is not without a certain distorted ration- ality. They argue that Lucifer, Star of the Morning, was cast out of Heaven after a great battle, in which he was de- feated to be sure, but not destroyed, nor even crippled. Today, after centuries of missionary zeal, Christianity has gathered only a tithe of the people into LUCIFER its fold; the great majority is, and al- ways has been, outside. The wicked flourish, often the righteous stumble; and at the last great battle of Armaged- don, the Luciferians believe that their champion will finally triumph. "Meanwhile, and in almost impene- trable secrecy, they practice their in- famous rites and serve the devil, fore gathering preferably in some abandoned church, which has an altar, and above it a crucifix, which they reverse. It is believed that they number hundreds of thousands, and flourish in every quarter of the world; and it is presumed that they employ grips and passwords. But amid so much that is conjecture, this fact stands clear; the cult of Lucifer does exist, and has from time immem- orial. "I never had the least idea who sug- gested them to Sir William. May have been some friend who was a secret de- votee, and wished to make a proselyte. May have been an idle word overheard in a club-or a penny bus. The point is, he did hear, discovered that an occult power was claimed by their unholy priests, was ready to mortgage his estate or sell his soul for his little chap, and somehow got in touch with them. "The fact that he managed it, that he browbeat Watts-Bedloe into permitting one of the fraternity to enter the hospital at all, is the best example I can give of his despairing persistence. At that, the physician agreed only upon certain seemingly prohibitive conditions. The fellow was not to touch the little patient, nor even to near his not to speak to him, or seek to hold his gaze. No phony hypnotism, or anything like that.. "Watts-Bedloe, I think, framed the conditions in the confident hope that they would end negotiations; and he was profoundly disgusted when he learned that the Luciferian, though apathetic, was not in the least deterred by the hardness of the terms. It ap- peared that he had not been at all will ing to come under any circumstances; that he tried persistently to learn how Sir William had heard of him, and his address, and that he had refused remu- neration of any sort. Altogether, a new breed of fakir, you see! "There were five of us in the room at the time appointed, besides the little patient, who was sleeping peacefully. Fact is, Watts-Bedloe had taken the pre- caution of administering a sleeping draught, in order that the quack might not in any possible way work upon his nervous system. Watts-Bedloe was standing by the cot, his sandy hair rumpled, his stiff moustache bristling, 37 for all the world like an Airdale terrier on guard. The father was there, of course; and the head nurse, and a power- ful and taciturn orderly. You can see that there wasn't much chance of the devil-man pulling off. anything un- toward! "When, precisely on the moment, the door opened and he stood before us, I suffered as great a shock of surprise as ever in my life; and a rapid glance at my companions' faces showed me that their amazement equaled mine. I don't know just what type we had visualized- whether a white-bearded mystic clad in a long cloak with a peaked hat bearing cabalistic symbols, or a pale, sinister and debonair man of the world, such as George Arliss has given us, or what not; but certainly not the utterly insignificant creature who bowed awkwardly, and stood twirling a bowler hat in his hands as the door closed behind him. "He was a little, plump, bald man of middle age, looking for all the world like an unsuccessful greengrocer, or a dealer in butter and cheese in a small way. Although the day was cool, with a damp yellow fog swirling over the city, he perspired freely, and continually wiped his brow with a cheap bandana. He seemed at once ill at ease, yet per- fectly confident, if you know what I mean. I realize that it sounds like silly rot; but that is the only way I can de- scribe him. Utterly certain that he could do that for which he had come, but very much wishing that he were anywhere else. I heard Watts-Bedloe mutter 'my word!' And I believe he would have spat disgustedly-were such an act thinkable of a physician in a London hospital! "The Luciferian priest turned to Sir William. When he spoke, it seemed en- tirely in keeping with his appearance that he should take liberties with his aspirates. 'I'm 'ere, m'lord. And h'at your service." here, my man!' he said. 'Do you pretend "Watts-Bedloe spoke sharply. 'Look to say that you can make this crippled child whole?' "The strange man turned his moist, pasty face, livid in the fog murk, toward the specialist. 'E that I serves can, and will. I'm a middleman, in a manner of speaking. A transmitter. H'its easy enough for I'm, but I don't advise it, and I warns you I'm not to be 'eld re- sponsible for 'ow 'E does it.' "Watts-Bedloe turned to Sir William. 'Let's have an end to the sickening farce,' he said curtly. 'I need fresh air!' "Sir William nodded to the little man, who mopped his brow with his bandana,