"Oh, come on," cried Tim, impatiently interrupting. "My trains are going in the schoolroom, and I want a driver for an accident. We'll put the Smiler in the luggage van, and he'll get smashed in the collision, and _all_ the wheels will go over his head. Then he'll find out how old you really are. We'll fairly smash him." They disappeared. Judy, who was reading a book on the Apocalypse, in a corner of the room, looked up a moment as they entered. "What's up?" she asked, her mind a little dazed by the change of focus from stars, scarlet women, white horses, and mysterious "Voices," to dull practical details of everyday existence. "What's on?" she repeated. "Trains," replied Tim. "We're going to have an accident and kill a man dead." "What's he done?" she inquired. "Humbugged Maria with a lot of stuff--and gave her nothing--and didn't believe a single word she told him." Judy glanced without much interest at the railway laid out upon the floor, murmured "Oh, I see," and resumed her reading of the wonderful book she had purloined from the top shelf of a neglected bookcase outside the gun-room. It absorbed her. She loved the tremendous words, the atmosphere of marvel and disaster, and especially the constant suggestion that the end of the world was near. Antichrist she simply adored. No other hero in any book she knew came near him. "Come and help," urged Tim, picking up an engine that lay upon its side. "Come on." "No, thanks. I've got an Apocalypse. It's simply frightfully exciting." "Shall we break _both_ legs?" asked Maria blandly, "or just his neck?" "Neck," said Tim briefly. "Only they must find the heart beneath the rubbish of the luggage van." Judy looked up in spite of herself. "Who is it?" she inquired, with an air of weighing conflicting interests. "Mr. Jinks." It was Maria who supplied the information. "But he's Daddy's offiss-partner man," Judy objected, though without much vim or heat. Maria did not answer. Her eyes were glued upon the other engine. "All black and burnt and--full of the very horridest diseases," put in Tim, referring to the heart of the destroyed Mr. Jinks beneath the engine. He glanced up enticingly at his elder sister, whom he longed to draw into the vindictive holocaust. "He said things to Maria," he explained persuasively, "and it's not the first time either. Last Sunday he called me 'his little man,' and he's never given me a single thing since ever I can remember, years and years ago." Then Judy remembered that he invariably kissed her on both cheeks as though she was a silly little child. "Oh, _that_ man!" she exclaimed, realising fully now the enormities he had committed. She appeared to hesitate a moment. Then she flung down her Apocalypse suddenly. "Put him on a scarlet horse," she cried, "pretend he's the Beast, and I'll come."