"Asenath has gone, Dan. We had a long talk last night while the servants were out, and I made her promise to stop preying on me. Of course I had certain--certain occult defenses I never told you about. She had to give in, but got frightfully angry. Just packed up and started for New York--walked right out to catch the 8:20 in to Boston. I suppose people will talk, but I can't help that. You needn't mention that there was any trouble--just say she's gone on a long research trip. "She's probably going to stay with one of her horrible groups of devotees. I hope she'll go west and get a divorce--anyhow, I've made her promise to keep away and let me alone. It was horrible, Dan--she was stealing my body--crowding me out--making a prisoner of me. I lay low and pretended to let her do it, but I had to be on the watch. I could plan if I was careful, for she can't read my mind literally, or in detail. All she could read of my planning was a sort of general mood of rebellion--and she always thought I was helpless. Never thought I could get the best of her ... but I had a spell or two that worked." Derby looked over his shoulder and took some more whisky. "I paid off those damned servants this morning when they got back. They were ugly about it, and asked questions, but they went. They're her kind--Innsmouth people--and were hand and glove with her. I hope they'll let me alone--I didn't like the way they laughed when they walked away. I must get as many of Dad's old servants again as I can. I'll move back home now. "I suppose you think I'm crazy, Dan--but Arkham history ought to hint at things that back up what I've told you--and what I'm going to tell you. You've seen one of the changes, too--in your car after I told you about Asenath that day coming home from Maine. That was when she got me--drove me out of my body. The last thing I remember was when I was all worked up trying to tell you _what that she-devil is_. Then she got me, and in a flash I was back at the house--in the library where those damned servants had me locked up--and in that cursed fiend's body ... that isn't even human.... You know it was she you must have ridden home with--that preying wolf in my body--you ought to have known the difference!" * * * * * I shuddered as Derby paused. Surely, I _had_ known the difference--yet could I accept an explanation as insane as this? But my distracted caller was growing even wilder. "I had to save myself--I had to, Dan! She'd have got me for good at Hallowmass--they hold a Sabbat up there beyond Chesuncook, and the sacrifice would have clinched things. She'd have got me for good--she'd have been I, and I'd have been she--for ever--too late--My body'd have been hers for good--She'd have been a man, and fully human, just as she wanted to be--I suppose she'd have put me out of the way--killed her own ex-body with me in it, damn her, _just as she did before_--just as she, he, or it did before----"