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10 preparation of the famous Marlborough champagne-punch.

At half past eleven the raja entered, together with Charlie Thorneycroft, who had attached himself to him, and at once the usual enormous shiver brushed through the assembly, like a wedge of ferocious, superhuman evil, with a hidden thunder of unguessed-at immensity.

People stopped still in the middle of a dance-step. The music broke off with a jarring discord as a B-string snapped. The Marchioness of Liancourt swooned against a priceless Sèvres vase and sent it splintering to the waxed floor. The majordomo dropped his mixing-ladle into the silver punch-bowl.

Remote, gigantic, extended, the impression of voiceless fear gathered speed. It gathered breath-clogging terror. It stabbed the regions of subliminal consciousness.

Strident yet unheard, huge yet unseen, torrential yet non-existent, it swelled to a draft of sound—"sound beyond the meaning of the word—words are so inadequate—sound which you could not hear!" Thorneycroft put it that sucked through the rooms with the strength of sky and sea and stars, with the speed of splintering lances thrown by