and pointed to the cot. 'Draw back the

coverlet!' he commanded. "The nurse obeyed, after a question- ing glance at Watts-Bedloe. 'Tyke off 'is night gown,' continued the visitor. "Watts-Bedloe's lips parted in a snarl at this, but Sir William arrested him with a gesture, stepped to his son's side, and with infinite gentleness took off the tiny gown, leaving the sleeping child naked in his bed. "Again, as always, I felt a surge of pity sweep through me. The noble head, the pigeon breast, rising and falling softly now, the crooked spine, the little, gnarled, twisted limbs! But my atten- tion was quickly drawn back to the strange man. "Barely glancing at the child, he fumbled at his greasy waistcoat, Watts- Bedloe watching him meanwhile like a lynx, as he took out a crumb of chalk and, squatting down, drew a rude circle on the floor about him; a circle of pos- sibly four feet in diameter. And within this circle he began laboriously to write certain words and figures." "Hold on there!" spoke Bliven. "Cer- tain words and figures? Just what symbols, please?" "There was a swastika emblem," Royce promptly replied, "and others LUCIFER "The nurse gently drew the sheet over the little form. We could see it rise and fall with the regular respiration of slum- ber. Suddenly, eyes wide open and star- ing at the floor, the fellow began to pray, in Latin. And whatever his English, his Latin was beautiful to listen to, and virgin pure! It was too voluble for me. to follow verbatim-I made as good a transcript as I could a bit later, and will be glad to show it to you, Bliven-but, anyhow, it was a prayer to Lucifer, at once an adoration and a petition, that he would vouchsafe before these Chris- tian unbelievers a proof of his dominion over fire, earth, air and water. He ceased abruptly as he had begun, and familiar to some of the older secret nodded toward the cot. 'H'it is done!' head nurse and orderly, cogs in an in- orders, and sometimes found on Aztec ruins and Babylonian brick tablets; the open eye, for instance, and a rude fist with thumb extended. Also he scrawled the sequence 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-9, the '8' omitted, you notice, which he multiplied by 18, and again by 27, and by 36; you can amuse yourselves working it out. The result is curious. Lastly, he wrote the sentence: Signa te, signa, temere me tangis et angis.' A palindrome, you ob- serve; that is, it reads equally well-or ill-backward or forward." Royce gazed mildly at him. "Hocus pocus! Old stuff!" snorted back the sheet from his son; and till my Bliven. dying day I shall remember the unearth- ly beauty of what our astounded eyes "Old stuff, as you say, professor. like a perfect form fresh from the hand beheld. Lying there, smile upon his lips, Older than recorded history. Having done this, a matter of five minutes, per- haps, with Watts-Bedloe becoming more and more restless, and evidently holding himself in with difficulty, the fellow rose stiffly from his squatting position, care- fully replaced the fragment of chalk in his pocket, mopped his brow for the twentieth time, and gestured toward the cot with a moist palm. 'Now cover 'im h'up !'he ordered. "All h'up; 'ead and all,' of his Creator, his little limbs straight and delicately rounded, a picture of al- most awesome loveliness, lay the child we had but five minutes before seen as a wrecked and broken travesty of human- ity." he sighed, and once again mopped his forehead. "You infernal charlatan!' snarled Watts-Bedloe, unable longer to contain himself. 'You've got the effrontery to stand there and tell us anything has been wrought upon that child by your slobbering drivel?' "The man looked at him with luster- less eyes. 'Look for yerself, guv-ner,' he answered. "It was Sir William who snatched Again Bliven interrupted explosively: "Oh, I say now, Royce! I'll admit you tell a ripping story, as such; you had even me hanging breathless on your climax. But this is too much! As man to man, you can't sit there and tell us this child was cured!" The corpse was found in the back of the automobile, cov- ered with a robe. He told the coroner's jury that he found his wife with an. law take its course. "I didn't say that; for he was dead." Bliven was speechless, for once; but Holmes spoke up in remonstrance: "It seems strange to me that such a queer story should not have been repeat- ed, and discussed!" "It isn't strange, if you happen to know anything about London hospitals," Royce explained patiently. "Who would repeat it? Would Watts-Bedloe permit it to be known that by his permission some charlatan was admitted, and that during his devilish incantations his patient died? Would the stricken father mention the subject, even to us? Or the Wife Slayer Drives All Night with Body in Auto AUTHORITIES at Charleston, Ill, were aroused by the other man at a hotel in Decatur, and induced her to return to Charleston with him, planning to kill her and then com- mit suicide. startling story of Bruce Weiman, who recently gave himself up to the sheriff and stated that he had shot his wife, intending to commit suicide immediately afterward, but had lost his nerve and had driven all night with her body in the car. He said that he shot her as she sat beside him, but that after seeing her body slide to the floor, he was unable to bring himself to the point of suicide. He stated that he then drove all night with the corpse in the car, vainly trying to get up enough nerve to kill himself, but that, when morn- ing came, he decided to surrender to authorities and let the exorable machine? "All this took place nearly forty years ago; and it is the first time I have spoken of it. Watts-Bedloe died years back; and Sir William's line is extinct. I can't verify a detail; but it all happened ex- actly as I have stated. As for the Luci- ferian, none of us, I think, saw him de- part. He simply stole out in to the slimy yellow fog, back to whatever private hell it was he came from, somewhere in Lon- don, the city nobody knows, and where anything may happen!"