despondent sorceress. "There, there," he said tentatively.
She wiped her eyes and looked at him, "I'm sorry," she said sniffing. "But it's seeing a fairly friendly face again after all these years—no calk ers but leprechauns and things. You don't know what it's like."
"I wonder," said Peter, "how you'd like to live in Braintree."
"I don't know," she said brightly. "But how could I get there?"
"There should be at least one way," reflected the man.
"But why—what was that?" shot out the girl, snatching up a wand.
"Knock on the door," said
Peter. "Shall I open it?"
"Please," said Melicent nervously, holding up the slender staff. The man stood aside and swung the door wide. In walked a curious person of mottled red and white coloring. One eye was small and blue, the other large and savagely red, His teeth were quite normal—except that the four canines protruded two inches each out of his mouth. He walked with a limp; one shoe seemed curiously small. And there was a sort of bulge in the trousers that he wore beneath his formal morning-coat.
"May I introduce myself," said the individual removing his sleek blacktopper. "I am Balthazar Pike. You must be Miss Melicent? And this—ah—zombie?" He indicated Peter with a dirty leer.
"Mr. Packer, Mr. Pike," said the girl. Peter simply stared in horror while the creature murmured, "Em chanted."
Melicent drew herself up proudly. "And this, I suppose," she said, "is the end?"
"I fear so, Miss Melicent," said the creature regretfully. "I have my orders. Your house has been surrounded by picked forces; any attempt to use your blast-finger or any other weapon of offense will be construed as resistance. Under the laws of civilized warfare we are empowered to reduce you to ashes should such resistance be forthcoming. May I have your reply?"
The girl surveyed him haughtily, then, with a lightning-like sweep of her wand, seemed to blot out every light in the room. Peter heard her agitated voice. "We're in a neutral screen, Mr. Packer. I won't be able to keep it up for long. Listen! That was one of Almarish's stinkers—big cheese. He didn't expect any trouble from me. He'll take me captive as soon as they break the screen down. Do you want to help me?"
"Of course!" exploded the man.
"Good. Then you find the third oak from the front door on the left and walk widdershins three times. You'll find out what to do from them."
"Walk how?" asked Peter.
"Widdershins—counterclockwise. Lord, you're dumb!"
Then the lights seemed to go on again, and Peter saw that the room was filled with the half-breed creatures. With an expression of injured dignity the formally-attired Balthazar Pike asked, "Are you ready to leave now, Miss Melicent? Quite ready?"
"Thank you, General, yes," said the girl coldly. Two of the creatures took her arms and walked her from the room. Peter saw that as they stepped over the threshold they vanished, all three. The last to leave was Pike, who turned and said to the man: "I must remind you, Mister—er—ah—that you are trespassing. This property now belongs to the Almarish Realty corporation. All offenders will be prosecuted to the full-
