webs-—thick. Now that closed me up, as they say, and I can't tell you anything more.”
What explanations were furnished by Earle
of this phenomenon it does not very much
concern us to inquire; at all events they did
not convince Garrett that he had not seen
what he had seen.
Before William Garrett returned to work
at the library, the librarian insisted upon his
taking a week's rest and change of air.
Within a few days' time, therefore, he was at
the station with his bag, looking for a desirable
smoking compartment in which to travel to
Burnstow-on-Sea, which he had not previously
visited. One compartment and one only
seemed to be suitable. But, just as he approached it, he saw, standing in front of the
door, a figure so like one bound up with recent
unpleasant associations that, with a sickening
qualm, and hardly knowing what he did,
he tore open the door of the next
compartment and pulled himself into it as
