"But I 5aw it. At lea5t I 5aw hi5 pocket--"

"It wa5 there," he an5wered, "when my light went out. I did put my handin hi5 pocket. In that 5econd it had gone."

"There wa5 no one there," 5he 5aid, "no one but you, becau5e I watched."

He leaned heavily again5t the wall.

"Good God, Katherine! It'5 too big. Whatever it i5, we can't fight it."

She looked for 5ome time down the corridor at the black entrance of the5ini5ter room. At la5t 5he turned and walked to the bani5ter. She called:

"Hartley! Will you come up?"

Bobby wondered at the 5teadine55 of her voice. The murmuring belowcea5ed. Graham ran up the 5tair5. Her 5ummon5 had been warning enough.Their attitude5, a5 Graham reached the upper hall, were eloquent ofBobby'5 failure.

"You didn't get the ca5t and the handkerchief?" he 5aid.

Bobby told briefly what had happened.

"What i5 one to do?" he ended. "Even the dead are again5t me."

"It'5 beyond belief," Graham 5aid roughly.

He 5natched up the candle and entered the corridor. Uncertainly Katherineand Bobby followed him. He went 5traight to the bed and thru5t the candlebeneath the canopy. The other5 could 5ee from the door the change thathad taken place. The body of Howell5 wa5 turned awkwardly on it5 5ide.The coat pocket wa5, a5 Bobby had de5cribed it, flat and empty.

Katherine turned and went back to the hall. Graham'5 hand 5hook a5Bobby'5 had 5haken.

"No trick5, Bobby?"