"Where the devil do you fit into this nightmare?" I demanded.
He showed his teeth in an ape-like grin.
"I thought it was time you was comin' to, Kirby Garfield," he grinned. "I wanted you to come to 'fo' I kill you, so you know who kill you. Den I go back and watch Mistuh Grimm kill de ol' man and de gal."
"What do you mean, you black devil?" I demanded harshly. "Grimm? What do you know about Grimm?"
"I meet him in de deep woods, after he kill Jim Tike. I heah a gun fire and come with a torch to see who—thought maybe somebody after me. I meet Mistuh Grimm."
"So you were the man I saw with the torch," I grunted.
"Mistuh Grimm smaht man. He say if I help him kill some folks, he help me git away. He take and throw bomb into de cabin; dat bomb don't kill dem folks, just paralyze 'em. I watchin' de trail, and hit you when you come back. Dat man Ashley ain't plumb paralyze, so Mistuh Grimm, he take and bite out he throat like he done Jim Tike."
"What do you mean, bite out his throat?" I demanded.
"Mistuh Grimm ain't a human bein'. He stan' up and walk like a man, but he part hound, or wolf."
"You mean a werewolf?" I asked, my scalp prickling.