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The
peaceful
splendour
of
the
night
healed
again
.
The
moon
was
now
past
the
meridian
and
travelling
down
the
west
.
It
was
at
its
full
,
and
very
bright
riding
through
the
empty
blue
sky
.
The
shadow
of
the
wall
lay
,
a
yard
wide
and
of
inky
blackness
,
at
my
feet
.
The
eastward
sea
was
a
featureless
grey
,
dark
and
mysterious
;
and
between
the
sea
and
the
shadow
the
grey
sands
(
of
volcanic
glass
and
crystals
)
flashed
and
shone
like
a
beach
of
diamonds
.
Behind
me
the
paraffine
lamp
flared
hot
and
ruddy
.
Then
I
shut
the
door
,
locked
it
,
and
went
into
the
enclosure
where
Moreau
lay
beside
his
latest
victims
,
--
the
staghounds
and
the
llama
and
some
other
wretched
brutes
,
--
with
his
massive
face
calm
even
after
his
terrible
death
,
and
with
the
hard
eyes
open
,
staring
at
the
dead
white
moon
above
.
I
sat
down
upon
the
edge
of
the
sink
,
and
with
my
eyes
upon
that
ghastly
pile
of
silvery
light
and
ominous
shadows
began
to
turn
over
my
plans
.
In
the
morning
I
would
gather
some
provisions
in
the
dingey
,
and
after
setting
fire
to
the
pyre
before
me
,
push
out
into
the
desolation
of
the
high
sea
once
more
.
I
felt
that
for
Montgomery
there
was
no
help
;
that
he
was
,
in
truth
,
half
akin
to
these
Beast
Folk
,
unfitted
for
human
kindred
.
I
do
not
know
how
long
I
sat
there
scheming
.
It
must
have
been
an
hour
or
so
.
Then
my
planning
was
interrupted
by
the
return
of
Montgomery
to
my
neighbourhood
.
I
heard
a
yelling
from
many
throats
,
a
tumult
of
exultant
cries
passing
down
towards
the
beach
,
whooping
and
howling
,
and
excited
shrieks
that
seemed
to
come
to
a
stop
near
the
water
's
edge
.
The
riot
rose
and
fell
;
I
heard
heavy
blows
and
the
splintering
smash
of
wood
,
but
it
did
not
trouble
me
then
.
A
discordant
chanting
began
.
My
thoughts
went
back
to
my
means
of
escape
.
I
got
up
,
brought
the
lamp
,
and
went
into
a
shed
to
look
at
some
kegs
I
had
seen
there
.
Then
I
became
interested
in
the
contents
of
some
biscuit-tins
,
and
opened
one
.
I
saw
something
out
of
the
tail
of
my
eye
,
--
a
red
figure
,
--
and
turned
sharply
.
Behind
me
lay
the
yard
,
vividly
black-and-white
in
the
moonlight
,
and
the
pile
of
wood
and
faggots
on
which
Moreau
and
his
mutilated
victims
lay
,
one
over
another
.
They
seemed
to
be
gripping
one
another
in
one
last
revengeful
grapple
.
His
wounds
gaped
,
black
as
night
,
and
the
blood
that
had
dripped
lay
in
black
patches
upon
the
sand
.
Then
I
saw
,
without
understanding
,
the
cause
of
my
phantom
,
--
a
ruddy
glow
that
came
and
danced
and
went
upon
the
wall
opposite
.
I
misinterpreted
this
,
fancied
it
was
a
reflection
of
my
flickering
lamp
,
and
turned
again
to
the
stores
in
the
shed
.
I
went
on
rummaging
among
them
,
as
well
as
a
one-armed
man
could
,
finding
this
convenient
thing
and
that
,
and
putting
them
aside
for
to-morrow
's
launch
.
My
movements
were
slow
,
and
the
time
passed
quickly
.
Insensibly
the
daylight
crept
upon
me
.
The
chanting
died
down
,
giving
place
to
a
clamour
;
then
it
began
again
,
and
suddenly
broke
into
a
tumult
.
I
heard
cries
of
,
"
More
!
more
!
"
a
sound
like
quarrelling
,
and
a
sudden
wild
shriek
.
The
quality
of
the
sounds
changed
so
greatly
that
it
arrested
my
attention
.
I
went
out
into
the
yard
and
listened
.
Then
cutting
like
a
knife
across
the
confusion
came
the
crack
of
a
revolver
.
I
rushed
at
once
through
my
room
to
the
little
doorway
.
As
I
did
so
I
heard
some
of
the
packing-cases
behind
me
go
sliding
down
and
smash
together
with
a
clatter
of
glass
on
the
floor
of
the
shed
.
But
I
did
not
heed
these
.
I
flung
the
door
open
and
looked
out
.
Up
the
beach
by
the
boathouse
a
bonfire
was
burning
,
raining
up
sparks
into
the
indistinctness
of
the
dawn
.
Around
this
struggled
a
mass
of
black
figures
.
I
heard
Montgomery
call
my
name
.
I
began
to
run
at
once
towards
this
fire
,
revolver
in
hand
.
I
saw
the
pink
tongue
of
Montgomery
's
pistol
lick
out
once
,
close
to
the
ground
.
He
was
down
.
I
shouted
with
all
my
strength
and
fired
into
the
air
.
I
heard
some
one
cry
,
"
The
Master
!
"
The
knotted
black
struggle
broke
into
scattering
units
,
the
fire
leapt
and
sank
down
.
The
crowd
of
Beast
People
fled
in
sudden
panic
before
me
,
up
the
beach
.
In
my
excitement
I
fired
at
their
retreating
backs
as
they
disappeared
among
the
bushes
.
Then
I
turned
to
the
black
heaps
upon
the
ground
.
Montgomery
lay
on
his
back
,
with
the
hairy-grey
Beast-man
sprawling
across
his
body
.
The
brute
was
dead
,
but
still
gripping
Montgomery
's
throat
with
its
curving
claws
.
Near
by
lay
M'ling
on
his
face
and
quite
still
,
his
neck
bitten
open
and
the
upper
part
of
the
smashed
brandy-bottle
in
his
hand
.
Two
other
figures
lay
near
the
fire
,
--
the
one
motionless
,
the
other
groaning
fitfully
,
every
now
and
then
raising
its
head
slowly
,
then
dropping
it
again
.
I
caught
hold
of
the
grey
man
and
pulled
him
off
Montgomery
's
body
;
his
claws
drew
down
the
torn
coat
reluctantly
as
I
dragged
him
away
.
Montgomery
was
dark
in
the
face
and
scarcely
breathing
.
I
splashed
sea-water
on
his
face
and
pillowed
his
head
on
my
rolled-up
coat
.
M'ling
was
dead
.
