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--
W.
W.
JACOBS
(
"
The
Monkey
's
Paw
"
)
Jud
Crandall
came
awake
with
a
sudden
jerk
,
almost
falling
out
of
his
chair
.
He
had
no
idea
how
long
he
had
slept
;
it
could
have
been
fifteen
minutes
or
three
hours
.
He
looked
at
his
watch
and
saw
that
it
was
five
minutes
of
five
.
There
was
a
feeling
that
everything
in
the
room
had
been
subtly
shifted
out
of
position
,
and
there
was
a
line
of
pain
across
his
back
from
sleeping
sitting
up
.
Oh
you
stupid
old
man
,
look
what
you
gone
and
done
!
But
he
knew
better
;
in
his
heart
,
he
knew
better
.
It
was
n't
just
him
.
He
had
n't
simply
fallen
asleep
on
watch
;
he
had
been
put
to
sleep
.
That
frightened
him
,
but
one
thing
frightened
him
more
;
what
had
awakened
him
?
He
was
under
the
impression
that
there
had
been
some
sound
,
some
--
He
held
his
breath
,
listening
over
the
papery
rustle
of
his
heart
.
Here
was
a
sound
--
not
the
same
one
that
had
awakened
him
,
but
something
.
The
faint
creak
of
hinges
.
Jud
knew
every
sound
in
this
house
--
which
floorboards
creaked
,
which
stair
levels
squeaked
,
where
along
the
gutters
the
wind
was
apt
to
hoot
and
sing
when
it
was
drunkenly
high
,
as
it
had
been
last
night
.
He
knew
this
sound
as
well
as
any
of
those
.
The
heavy
front
door
,
the
one
that
communicated
between
his
porch
and
the
front
hall
,
had
just
swung
open
.
And
with
that
information
to
go
on
,
his
mind
was
able
to
remember
the
sound
that
had
awakened
him
.
It
had
been
the
slow
expansion
of
the
spring
on
the
screen
door
communicating
between
the
porch
and
the
front
walk
.
"
Louis
?
"
he
called
but
with
no
real
hope
.
That
was
n't
Louis
out
there
.
Whatever
was
out
there
had
been
sent
to
punish
an
old
man
for
his
pride
and
vanity
.
Footsteps
moved
slowly
up
the
hall
toward
the
living
room
.
