One peculiarly offensive idiot observed,--

"Let him gorge himself upon his Death's Head Soup and his Cream of

Undertakers!"

There was every symptom of a general stampede from the apartment. Just

as the rush was beginning Gardiner's voice made itself audible above

the din.

"Gentlemen, one moment, if you please. Am I to understand that the

arrangements which have been made for you, as Members of the Thirteen

Club, do not meet with your approval?"

"You are!"

"Then--they shall be changed!"

Precisely what took place I do not know. On a sudden the greenish

coloured lights went out. The room was plunged into darkness. In the

midst of the consequent confusion mysterious sounds were heard as of

persons rushing hither and thither; of the swishing of draperies.

People cannoned against me when I moved. That we were about to be the

victims of some final, stranger outrage I greatly feared. Perhaps those

miscreants whom Gardiner had engaged as waiters were preparing to dip

their hands deeper still in crime. I endeavoured to retain my presence

of mind, prepared to play the man, though expectant of the worst.

All in an instant, while I was straining my eyes to see what was

happening in the darkness, the gloom was gone, the room flashed into

radiant brightness. Not lit this time by greenish globes, but by a

hundred incandescent lamps which starred the ceiling. And when by

degrees our dazzled gaze became accustomed to the unexpected

illumination, we recognised that a transformation scene had taken

place. There were no funereal hangings, but gaily-frescoed walls. No

sombre-looking board, fantastically disfigured, but an inviting-looking

table, covered with snow-white drapery, decked with glittering glass

and flashing silver. No blood-red figures suggestive of the assistants

of the Holy Office, but a dozen smiling waiters, immaculately clad. And

at the table's head stood Gardiner, who, with outstretched hand,

invited us to take our seats. "Gentlemen, the Inaugural Dinner of the

Thirteen Club is at an end, and with it the Club. A dinner of another

sort is ready to be served. I beg you will do me the honour of

partaking of it as my guests."

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