The acrobat-doll bent, and the trapeze-doll put a little foot in its cupped hands. The first doll straightened,
and the second flew across the gap between mantel and chandelier, caught one of the prismed circles,
and swung. Immediately the other doll leaped outward, caught the chandelier and swung beside its
spangled mate.
I saw the heavy old fixture tremble and sway. Down upon the floor came crashing a dozen of the prisms.
In the dead stillness, it was like an explosion.
I heard Braile running to the door. He threw it open. He stood on the threshold. I could see him plainly in
the green glow, but I knew that he could not see-that to him the room was in darkness. He cried:
"Lowell! Are you all right? Turn on the lights!"
I tried to call out. To warn him. Useless! He groped forward, around the foot of the bed, to the switch. I