think that then he saw the dolls. He stopped short, directly beneath the chandelier, looking up.
And as he did so the doll above him swung by one hand, drew its dagger-pin from its sheath and
dropped upon Braile's shoulders, stabbing viciously at his throat!
Braile shrieked-once. The shriek changed into a dreadful bubbling sigh…
And then I saw the chandelier sway and lurch. It broke from its ancient fastenings. It fell with a crash that
shook the house, down upon Braile and the doll-devil ripping at his throat.
Abruptly the green glow disappeared. There was a scurrying in the room like the running of great rats.
The paralysis dropped from me. I threw my hand round to the switch and turned on the lights; leaped
from the bed.
Little figures were scrambling up and out of the window. There were four muffled reports like popguns. I