He was fitting one of the accessories to the rod, and he pushed it in the big keyhole and turned. There was a grind and a click, but when he pulled the door it was fast. Again he tried, fitting another steel accessory, and on the third attempt the key turned with a horrible squeak, and he pulled the door open. As he did so, the girl gripped his arm frenziedly. “Look! Oh, my God! Look!” she screamed, and he turned. Standing at the foot of the stairs was a figure in black, his face hidden under a long cowl. Two eyes they saw, gleaming feverishly upon them. Terrible, menacing, the Black Abbot was coldly surveying them! XXX With an oath, Gilder whipped a pistol from his pocket, but in doing so the beam of his lamp fell for a second. When he brought it up again, pistol extended, the figure had vanished. “Don’t go, don’t go!” she shrieked, gripping his arm. “Oh, Mr. Gilder! Oh, Fabrian--don’t leave me!” He thrust her aside and ran to the foot of the winding stairs and went cautiously up. He heard the sobbing breath of the girl coming behind him. “Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me in the dark!” she sobbed. Higher, higher, cautious, watchful, but no sign of a black habit. The little room above was as they had left it; the tiny slit of a door was open. Brushing past him, the girl stumbled and staggered into the open air and collapsed on to her knees. “Take me away! Take me away!” she raved. “I wish I had never come!” Gilder turned with a curse and swung the stone door close, then, half-carrying, half-dragging her, beside himself with fury, in which was mingled no little fear, he brought her to the road and to the car. The rain was pouring down. He pushed back the hood of the car savagely, so that the full force of the storm should beat upon her--he dare not allow himself to be burdened with a fainting girl. He would take her back to her flat and leave her--there would be plenty of time for him to return and investigate those cylinders. As for the Black Abbot… he breathed a little more quickly when he thought of that terrifying appearance. Whoever it was--and that it was human he did not doubt--would live to regret this night’s interference. By the time they reached Horsham, the girl, drenched to the skin, cold and shivering, had got back a little of her balance. Her teeth were chattering, but not with fear. She was inclined to be garrulous, but he answered in monosyllables or not at all. “I wonder I didn’t die,” she said. “I’ve never seen anything so perfectly horribly ghastly! Did you see the way his eyes glared? They looked as if they were alight, didn’t they, Fabe?” “Fabrian,” he snapped. “I never saw anything like it, not even in the pictures,” said Miss Wenner. “Couldn’t we have the hood up, Fabe--Fabrian?” He stopped the car with a jerk, pulled up the hood and fastened it. “What are you going to do?”