The Dark Man

Pigeons from Hell...

The strange paralysis that had held Griswell was broken. Branner was coming back. He was not running. A groping hand, moving along the balustrade, came into the bar of moonlight; then another, and a ghastly thrill went through Griswell as he saw that the other hand gripped a hatchet - a hatchet which dripped blackly. The he saw Branner's face, and a shriek burst from Griswell's lips. Branner's face was bloodless, corpse-like; grouts of blood dripped darkly down it; his eyes were glassy and set, and blood oozed from the great gash which cleft the crown of his head...

Cover illustration: Victor Valla