He had got out of bed hastily, and as he did so came the terrific smash, and up shot the glare outside the rising blind.

"It was brighter than day," he says.

He stood, blind cord in hand, and stared out of the window at a nightmare transformation of the familiar road before him.

The black figure of the doctor with its whirling whip danced out against the flame.

The horse kicked indistinctly, half hidden by the blaze, with a rat at its throat.
In the obscurity against the churchyard wall, the eyes of a second monster shone wickedly.