Zoberg nodded. "A _lupa_ to my _lupus_. But this girl--Susan Gird--had not inherited the psychic possibilities of her mother." "What!" I shouted. "You yourself said that she was the greatest medium of all time!" "I did say so. But it was a lie." "Why, in heaven's name----" "It was my hope," he broke in quietly, "to make of her a medium, or a lycanthrope--call the phenomenon which you will. Are you interested in my proposed method?" He gazed mockingly around, and his eyes rested finally upon me. "Make full notes, Wills. This will be interesting, if not stupefying, to the psychic research committees. "It is, as you know, a supernormal substance that is exuded to change the appearance of my body. What, I wondered, would some of that substance do if smeared upon her?" I started to growl out a curse upon him, but Judge Pursuivant, rapt, motioned for me to keep silent. "Think back through all the demonologies you have read," Zoberg was urging. "What of the strange 'witch ointments' that, spread over an ordinary human body, gave it beast-form and beast-heart? There, again, legend had basis in scientific fact." [Illustration: "The strange witch ointments gave it beast-form and beast-heart."] "By the thunder, you're logical," muttered Judge Pursuivant. "And damnable," I added. "Go on, Doctor. You were going to smear the change-stuff upon Susan." "But first, I knew, I must convince her that she had within her the essence of a wolf. And so, the séances." "She was no medium," I said again. "I made her think she was. I hypnotized her, and myself did weird wonders in the dark room. But she, in a trance, did not know. I needed witnesses to convince her." "So you invited Mr. Wills," supplied Judge Pursuivant. "Yes, and her father. They had been prepared to accept her as medium and me as observer. Seeing a beast-form, they would tell her afterward that it was she." "Zoberg," I said between set teeth, "you're convicted out of your own mouth of rottenness that convinces me of the existence of the Devil after whom this grove was named. I wish to heaven that I'd killed you when we were fighting." "_Ach_, Wills," he chuckled, "you'd have missed this most entertaining autobiographical lecture." "He's right," grumbled O'Bryant; and, "Let him go on," the judge pleaded with me. * * * * * "Once sure of this power within her," Zoberg said deeply, "she would be prepared in heart and soul to change at touch of the ointment--the ectoplasm. Then, to me she must turn as a fellow-creature. Together, throughout the world, adventuring in a way unbelievable----" His voice died, and we let it. He stood in the firelight, head thrown back, manacled hands folded. He might have been a martyr instead of a fiend for whom a death at the stake would be too easy.