Chapter 57

“I can’t believe it,” burst out Jerningham once. “Damn it—it’s like a nightmare.” No one answered; only the throaty chuckle that I had heard before came from somewhere behind me. “It’s the nigger,” grunted Darrell. “Get out, you filthy brute.” He chuckled again, and then like some monstrous misshapen animal he began to shamble round the room. I could just see him in the darkness peering first at one thing and then at another. He went to the two unoccupied seats and began fiddling with the mechanism that moved the t…