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 kept on the road at that turn, he would be safe in sight of the lights of the town.

Butler winced fearfully as the ear rocked over an unevenness of the road. The dark arch of the gateway seemed to draw his eyes toward it, like a magnet.

"We are here!" the passenger cried, rising in his seat.

The wheel twisted in the driver's hands, and the long-backed car careened and banked sharply. Then it plunged toward the cemetery, where the white gravestones stood waiting, row after row, like ghosts, to welcome his arrival.

One side of the stone entrance leapt up before the car. And at the moment of the crash that sounded to the sky, there was a wild, triumphant burst of laughter, either from the mad passenger—or the dead who were waiting.