Braile and Nurse Walters were at the other side of the bed. Their eyes were fixed with horrified
fascination on Peters' face. And then I saw Braile turn his head and stare about the room as I had.
Suddenly Peters' eyes seemed to focus, to become aware of the three of us, to become aware of the
entire room. They flashed with an unholy glee. That glee was not maniacal-it was diabolical. It was the
look of a devil long exiled from his well-beloved hell, and suddenly summoned to return.
Or was it like the glee of some devil sent hurtling out of his hell to work his will upon whom he might?
Very well do I know how fantastic, how utterly unscientific, are such comparisons. Yet not otherwise can
I describe that strange change.
Then, abruptly as the closing of a camera shutter, that expression fled and the old terror and horror came
back. I gave an involuntary gasp of relief, for it was precisely as though some evil presence had