teeth . . . I trembled with fear and horror. Then I looked again at the passenger opposite me. He too was
staring at me. His face was deathly white, and his eyes shone with an unearthly light. I looked again at
the passenger on my left. I saw − oh, how can I describe him? I saw the face of a dead man. All three
passengers were dead. A greenish light shone from their terrible faces. Their damp hair smelt of death.
Their clothes smelt of the graveyard. I knew then that their bodies were dead. Only their terrible, shining
eyes were alive − and they were all staring at me, threatening me.
I gave a scream of horror. I had to get out of that terrible place. I threw myself at the door and tried
desperately to open it. Just then the moon came out from behind a cloud. In its cool, silvery light I
suddenly saw everything very clearly. I saw the signpost pointing along the road like a warning finger. I
saw the broken wall at the edge of the road. I saw the frightened horses on the edge of a steep drop. I
saw the valley fifty feet below us. The coach shook like a ship at sea. There were screams of men and of
horses. There was a tearing crash, a moment of terrible pain, and then − darkness.