hand and the pistol in the other, he opened the secret door.
"Great God!" he muttered as cold sweat formed on his body. "This
thing is beyond all reason, yet with mine own eyes I see it! Two vows
have here been kept, for Gaston the Butcher swore that even in death he
would avenge his slaying, and his was the hand which set yon fleshless
monster free. And he--"
The host of the Cleft Skull lay lifeless on the floor of the secret room,
his bestial face set in lines of terrible fear; and deep in his broken neck
were sunk the bare fingerbones of the sorcerer's skeleton.
THE END
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