child, I need you!’
A silence, while sunlight faded from the room.

‘Cecy, come home, child!’
The dead man’s lips moved. A high clear voice sprang from them.

‘Here! I’ve been here for days! I’m the fear he had in him; and he never guessed. Tell Father what I’ve done. Maybe he’ll think me worthy now. . .’

The dead man’s lips stopped. A moment later, Cecy’s body on the bed stiffened like a stocking with a leg thrust suddenly into it, inhabited again.

‘Supper, mother,’ said Cecy, rising from bed.

The End