"The final limit was set for 8 P. M. For days, before the last one arrived, my client had me sending out feelers in all directions trying to contact this one man. The evening before the final day, I at last got in touch with him, and he promised to come without delay. He wired back that he would leave in the morning as he was situated in a place where transportation facilities were not the best. All I could do then, was wait. "Ten o'clock the next morning I received a telegram. Ogleman had been struck by a speeding auto. But as I read further, I realized that the man would arrive anyway. His condition I did not know, as the message had imparted no more than the two facts I've already given. "It was half past seven that evening that the missing man showed up at my client's home. He was quite a sight, I can assure you." My friend paused as though to reflect upon the unusual scene. His eyes widened for a moment in sudden horror, and then he continued in his regular manner. "I found myself looking at him as I shook his one good hand. The other arm was in a sling that had been hastily made. His head had a bandage around it, and his face was white; almost the color of several patches adhering to it. "My client shook hands with him also. 'Glad you came, Ogleman,' he said, 'Everything depends on you, you know.' "'Yes,' said Ogleman as he relinquished his hand, 'I know that the legacy must be signed.' "His voice seemed strangely hollow and unnatural, and there was an unreal appearance about the man. "He turned to me. I shuddered somewhat at the bits of blood that had caked on the bandages. 'We must hurry,' he said, 'The time is short. Have you the papers ready?' he asked eagerly. "'Yes,' I replied, 'everything is ready. Come over to the table with me. There is a chair there, and you can sit down and sign.' "I felt that he would collapse if he did not be seated soon. "I handed him the pen, and gave him the papers, showing him where to sign. Being hurt as he was, it was very difficult for him to write. However, he managed to scrawl his name on the last sheet. All was legal, then. "I took the pen from his hand and said, 'Now it is done. There won't be any more trouble over it.' I somehow forced a smile. "My client beamed approvingly. But Ogleman never stirred. I looked at him. He pitched forward on the table. I was greatly alarmed and hastened my client to summon a doctor. "Ogleman was dead!" "I've heard of tales like that before," I remarked dryly. "Maybe," rejoined Brown, "But the doctor said that Ogleman had been dead for ten hours!" The End * * * * * WITHIN THE CIRCLE by F. Lee Baldwin A. Merritt is contemplating a sequel to "Thru the Dragon Glass." * * * * * Robert Bloch recently sold his second story to WT. Title: "The Feast in the Abbey."