''My God!' said Richard Haydon, and the sweat sprang out on his brow.

'But Violet Mannering was sharper.

''Why, it's Diana,' she exclaimed. 'What has she done to herself? Oh, she looks quite different somehow!'

'The figure in the doorway raised her hands. She took a step forward and chanted in a high sweet voice.

''I am the Priestess of Astarte,' she crooned. 'Beware how you approach me, for I hold death in my hand.'

'Don't do it dear,' protested Lady Mannering. 'You give us the creeps, you really do.'

'Haydon sprang forward towards her.

''My God, Diana!' he cried. 'You are wonderful. But do stop it. Somehow or other I - I don't like it.'

'He was moving towards her across the grass and she flung out a hand towards him.

''Stop,' she cried. 'One step nearer and I will smite you with the magic of Astarte.'

'Richard Haydon laughed and quickened his pace, when all at once a curious thing happened. He hesitated for a moment, then seemed to stumble and fall headlong.

'He did not get up again, but lay where he had fallen prone on the ground.

'Suddenly Diana began to laugh hysterically. It was a strange horrible sound breaking the silence of the glade.

'With an oath Elliot sprang forward.

''I can't stand this,' he cried, 'get up, Dick, get up, man.'

'But still Richard Haydon lay where he had fallen. Elliot Haydon reached his side, knelt by him and turned him gently over. He bent over him, peering in his face.

'Then he rose sharply to his feet and stood swaying a little.

''Doctor,' he said. 'Doctor, for God's sake come. I - I think he is dead.'

'Symonds ran forward and Elliot rejoined us walking very slowly. He was looking down at his hands in a way I didn't understand.