The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-08-20

The mystery house of Murder Mifandi sat in a high and rtmofe mouhtain range skiftinS the sea on the opposite side of the Island. A great esstIe-like structure. it ptrehed on the highest craig juttins out over the Caribbean. Ghostly ra- vines. and sorses dropped. into abysnsai blstkntss of, the land side. On the other was sheer fall straight down into the surf pound ing on the rocks.
 It was a formidable looking place over which flock of vultures always circled. It had the appear ance of being the lair of demons. fire.hags were wolves or vampires. The scfeams of the vultures walt ing for the kill, the surf pounding a requiem. and the wind whistling through the gorges all blended into a Satanic symphony strangely in contrast to the esrie quietness of the interior.
 A fortnight had passed since the body of Madeline had been brought to this den Beaumont would never forget that night. Upon their arrival, MirAndi directed the casket carried into red-lighted room in which was displayed all the abachdabra of the sorcerer's art.
 Here zombies lifted Madeline from the cofiin and laid her on a black velvet couch. A gong bo0med and they disappeared, leaving only Mirandi and Beaumont in the room. When they were alone. the sorcerer ciapped his hands sharply. Instantly the room became dark except for a single ruby ray shoot ing down from a dome directly over the couch and into the face of the girl.
 Don't speak," Mirandi whisper ed in Beaumonts ear. And don't move from where you are."
 Crossing to the couch, he put a glass containing bubbling, green ish liquid that seethed and hissed, to Madeline's mouth. Drop by drop he forced the potion between her lips. stepping to table. he touch ed a match to a powder in a shell, which sprang into a glare, flaming up first orange. then green and finally red In the flare the figure of Mirandi stood out against the wall at the foot of the couch like n devil incarnate. His hands were clasped so that the tips of his fin- gers rested in the palms of hit hands. His thumbs rested against his knuckles. With arms extended toward the figure on the couch. he stretched out full length.
 Slowly, he drew in his arms until his clasped hands rested against hi. body. Pressing the thumbs hard against the khhckles, he began to chant slowly:
 "MortO tonbo migi (Dead in the tomb come to mel "MortO tombo migi tDead in the tomb come to mel ''Morto tombo migi fDead in the tomb come to mel over and over lie chanted the Zombiist command. his voice. as. cending in crescendo as the flames leaped higher and higher softer and softer as the Ire slowly burned down, sputtefed and went out, leaving the room in .darknes, again except for the shaft of red light on Madeline's face.
 watch" Beaumont heard tht voice of Mirandi lost in thu shadows. Watch - closely = ant stay where you are"
 Beaumont stood as though in I trance, His eyes had never lef the face of the girl. Now the, were fastened On her with the In tensity of d mad man. In the mex sixty seconds, he thought he sure ly was going mad. The red light went out, and white glare took its place, so tna only the features of Madeline stood out in the darkness, her face an! blonde hair pale against the blacl drapery. First n touch of colo came into her cheeks. Then he |lips twitched, and pulse began 1 to beat in the curve of her throat Next her nostrils quivered ever g slightly. and she seemed to take deep breath. Followed the futter
 ing of her eyelids and the next in