Bud Mansie, facing that door, however, turned a queer yellow and sat with his lips parted on the last word.

He was not pretty to see.

The others turned their heads, and there followed the strangest panic which Pierre had ever seen.
Jim Boone jerked his hand back to his hip, but stayed the motion, half completed, and swung his hands stiffly above his head.

Garry Patterson sat with his eyes blinked shut, pale, waiting for death to come.

Dick Wilbur rose, tall and stiff, and stood with his hands gripped at his sides, and Black Morgan Gandil clutched at the table before him and his eyes wandered swiftly about the room, seeking a place for escape.
There was only one sound, and that was a whispering moan of terror from Jacqueline.