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Without thinking, he drew back his arm and threw the suddenly hideous little manikin as far and as hard as he could. It slammed into one of the tall windows that lined the library s west wall. Even before it did so, he found himself wincing. Fine leaded glass was immoderately expensive. But the windows were thick and well made, and this one did not crack. Neither did the carving bounce away. As he stared, it adhered to the transparency and, beneath his incredulous gaze, began to diffuse into it, glass melting into glass. The figurine grew smaller and smaller as a black stain spread across the center of the window. It continued to disperse and disseminate until it had disappeared completely. Realizing that he was breathing hard enough to make his lungs ache, Bisgrath forced himself to calm down. Approaching the window, he reached up to feel gingerly of the place where the carving had struck. There was no sign that anything was amiss. The thick glass was not chipped, and even up close there was no sign of the corrupt foreign blackness that had appeared to diffuse within the material. Quite astonishing, he thought. He would have to inquire of learned acquaintances as to the meaning of the episode. Meanwhile, there was work to Page 119 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html be done. But first, something to drink. Using a pull cord to summon a servant, he once more returned to his chair and to his malicious scrutiny of the ledger s contents. Finding several more prospective victims helped to relax him and set his mind at ease. When the servant knocked, he barked an irritable  Enter! without looking up from his work. The choosing of unwitting innocents to savage never failed to raise his spirits. Entering silently, the servitor approached with tray in hand only to signal his entrance with an abrupt metallic crash that caused Bisgrath to look up sharply.  What the blazes do  He halted in mid- accusation. The servant was not looking at him. An expression of utter terror was imprinted on his face. The silver tray lay forgotten at his feet, the contents of the pitcher it had held having spilled out across the immaculate hardwood floor. Puzzled, Bisgrath turned to follow the man s gaze, whereupon he whipped off the reading glasses and flung them aside, unable to believe the evidence of his own eyes. Peering out at him from the window and occupying most of its height was an outline of the black glass carving, its eyes burning like oil lamps on a particularly dark and chill night. With a stuttering scream, the servant fled the room. Rising and backing slowly away from the window, Bisgrath fumbled along the wall for the weapons that were mounted there. 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