“Nor were these the only changes, for during their accomplishment others of an equally alarming nature had taken place, and the ticking, after having passed through many transitional stages, was now replaced by a spasmodic breathing, forcibly suggestive of something devilish and bestial. “At this juncture words cannot convey any idea of what Christina suffered; nor had she seen the worst. “Midnight at length came. In dumb agony she watched the minute-hand slowly make its last circuit; there were twelve frantic clangs, the door concealing the pendulum flew open, and an enormous hand, ashy grey, with long, mal-shaped fingers, made a convulsive grab at her.[1] Swinging to one side, she narrowly avoided capture and, glancing upwards, saw something so diabolically awful that her heart turned to ice. [1] In the March number of the _Psychical Research Magazine_ for 1908, a well-authenticated instance is given of a Poltergeist’s hand being seen on a pillow--“a long hand with knotty joints.” “The face of the clock had disappeared, and in its place Christina saw a frightful head--grey and evil. It was very large and round, half human, half animal, and wholly beastly, with abnormally long, lidless eyes of pale blue that leered at the affrighted girl in the most sinister manner. “Such a creature must have owed its origin to Hell. “For some seconds she stared at it, too enthralled with horror even to breathe; and, then a sudden movement on its part breaking the spell, she regained control over her limbs and fled for her life. * * * * * “Christina reported all this to me the next morning. She had narrowly escaped capture by darting through the front door which some one, fortunately for her, had forgotten to bolt. She had not returned to the house, but had, instead, passed the rest of the night in a neighbouring cottage. “‘I won’t, under any circumstances, sir,’ she added, ‘sleep here again. Indeed, I could not, because I can’t abide the presence of that clock. I shan’t feel easy until I am miles away from it--in some big town, where the bustle and noise of life may help me to forget it--FORGET it!!’--and she shuddered. “Partly as a compensation for what she had undergone and partly to avoid a scandal, I presented her with a substantial cheque. “Despite Mrs. Partridge’s pleadings, I kept the clock. I could not--I dare not--part with it. It was my aunt’s bequest--it fascinated me! Do you understand, O’Donnell?--it fascinated me. “But I did make one concession: I permitted them to remove it to the summer-house. “My first care now was to see that all the doors were locked, and windows bolted before retiring to bed; a precaution that was speedily justified.