But listen, you hear me," and suddenly from the mask, produced by some contrivance set within it, there proceeded an awful, howling sound that made her shiver.
"Take that thing off, Jeekie," said Alan, "we don't want any banshees here." "Banshees?
Not know him, he poor English fetish p'raps," said Jeekie, as he removed the mask.

"This real African god, howl banshee and all that sort into middle of next week.

This Little Bonsa and no mistake, ten thousand years old and more, eat up lives, so many that no one can count them, and go on eating for ever, yes unto the third and fourth generation, as Ten Commandments lay it down for benefit of Christian man, like me.

Look at her again, Miss Barbara." Miss Barbara took the hateful, ancient thing in her hands and studied it.

No one could doubt its antiquity, for the gold plate of which it was made was literally worn away wherever it had touched the foreheads of the high priests or priestesses who donned it upon festive occasions or days of sacrifice, showing that hundreds and hundreds of them must have used it thus in succession.