Mystiske fortællinger

»A good Glass in the Bishops Hostel in the Devils seat – forty-one degrees and thirteen minutes – northeast and by north – main branch seventh limb east side – shoot from the left eye of the death’s head – a bee line from the tree through the shot fifty feet outa).»

Lygterne var nu tændt, og vi arbejdede alle med en iver, der var en bedre sag værdig.