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174<br />

THE EQUINOX<br />

(1903). In <strong>the</strong> month of January he met his old College<br />

friend H. L.<br />

From <strong>the</strong> very first moment of this meeting H. L. showed<br />

considerable perturbation of mind, and on being asked by<br />

Frater P. what was exercising him, H. L. replied “Come and<br />

free Miss Q. from <strong>the</strong> wiles of Mrs. M.” Being asked who<br />

Mrs. M. was, H. L. answered that she was a vampire and a<br />

sorceress who was modelling a sphinx with <strong>the</strong> intention of<br />

one day endowing it with life so that it might carry out her evil<br />

wishes; and that her victim was Miss Q. P. wishing to ease his<br />

friend’s mind asked H. L. to take him to Miss Q.’s address at<br />

which Mrs. M. was <strong>the</strong>n living. This H. L. did.<br />

<strong>The</strong> following story is certainly one of <strong>the</strong> least remarkable<br />

of <strong>the</strong> many strange events which happened to Frater P.<br />

during his five month’s residence in Paris, but we give it in<br />

place of o<strong>the</strong>rs because it re-introduces several characters who<br />

have already figured in this history.<br />

Miss Q. after an interview asked P. to tea to meet Mrs. M.<br />

After introductions she left <strong>the</strong> room to make tea—<strong>the</strong> White<br />

Magic and <strong>the</strong> Black were left face to face.<br />

On <strong>the</strong> mantelpiece stood a bronze of <strong>the</strong> head of Balzac,<br />

and P., taking it down, seated himself in a chair by <strong>the</strong> fire<br />

and looked at it.<br />

Presently a strange dreamy feeling seemed to come over<br />

him, and something velvet soft and soothing and withal<br />

lecherous moved across his hand. Suddenly looking up he<br />

saw that Mrs. M. had noiselessly quitted her seat and was<br />

bending over him; her hair was scattered in a mass of curls<br />

over her shoulders, and <strong>the</strong> tips of her fingers were touching<br />

<strong>the</strong> back of his hand.

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