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With these words, he again wrapped the picture painstakingly in the cloth wrapper.

As he did this, I caught a fleeting glimpse of the faces of the two figures, and I could have sworn that they had thrown me a smile of friendly greeting. As for the old man, he had lapsed into silence.

On and on sped the train. About ten minutes later the tempo of the rumbling wheels grew slower, while a few scattered lights could now be seen glimmering outside the windows.

Shortly after, the train came to a halt at a small and obscure station high in the mountains. Looking out, I saw only one station clerk standing on the platform.

The old man got to his feet.

"I must now bid you farewell," he muttered. "This is where I must get off, for I am staying with relatives in this village tonight."

With these words, the old man hobbled down the aisle and stepped off the carriage, the mysterious parcel clutched tightly under his arm.

Gazing out the window, I caught a final glimpse of him handing his ticket to the clerk at the wicket, and a moment later he was swallowed into the night.

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CONTENTS

PREFACE

THE HUMAN CHAIR

THE PSYCHOLOGICAL TEST

THE CATERPILLAR

THE CLIFF

THE HELL of MIRRORS

THE TWINS

THE RED CHAMBER

TWO CRIPPLED MEN

THE TRAVELER WITH THE PASTED RAG PICTURE

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