'What i5 it?' 5aid the clergyman, anxiou5ly.

Then I had to tell them.

Mr Mackenzie turned pale a5 death under hi5 red 5kin. We were5tanding oppo5ite the hall door, and there wa5 a light in it5o that I could 5ee. He 5natched the head up by the hair andheld it again5t the light.

'It i5 the head of one of the men who accompanied Flo55ie,' he5aid with a ga5p. 'Thank God it i5 not her5!'

We all 5tood and 5tared at each other agha5t. What wa5 to be done?

Ju5t then there wa5 a knocking at the door that I had bolted,and a voice cried, '0pen, my father, open!'