The Goat Foot God

The mediaeval mind of the man returned from the dead knew no half-lights or compromise in the doctrines of sin and hell. According to all the standards ofhis world, he had sold his soul to the Devil and an eternity of hell-fire awaited him.

'She gazed back at him. The minutes were slipping away one after the other. A town clock chimed the hour. How much longer were they going to stay like this? She dared not move lest God knew what should be let loose upon her. She could conceive of Hugh Paston falling dead in the occupant of his body withdrew suddenly. Come what might, the first move must not come from here.

'Then the man, without taking his eyes off hers, slowly stretched out his hand and touched the back of hers with th etips of her fingers, as if feeling her pulse. The finger-tips were icy cold. It was indeed like the touch of the hand of the dead'