Both the doctor and I were brushing cold drops from our foreheads by this time. He poured something from a flask on his desk, took a nip, and handed another glass to me. I could only suggest tremulously and stupidly: "So Walker had only fainted that first time--the screams roused him, and the ax did the rest?" "Yes." Dr. McNeill's voice was low. "But he met his death from snakes just the same. It was his fear working in two ways--it made him faint, and it made him fill his wife with the wild stories that caused her to strike out when she thought she saw the snake-devil." I thought for a moment. "And Audrey--wasn't it queer how the curse of Yig seemed to work itself out on her? I suppose the impression of hissing snakes had been fairly ground into her." "Yes. There were lucid spells at first, but they got to be fewer and fewer. Her hair came white at the roots as it grew, and later began to fall out. The skin grew blotchy, and when she died----" I interrupted with a start. "_Died?_ Then what was that--that thing downstairs?" McNeill spoke gravely. "_That_ is what was born to her three-quarters of a year afterward. There were three more of them--two were even worse--but this is the only, one that lived."