Doctor Syn a Smuggler Tale

Now, said the sexton, I blows out the candles and you shall see. Jerry opened his eyes as the sexton blew out the lights. Bring the mirror! called the sexton to the other room. And then into the coffin shop came the other members of the company, and the mystery of the demon riders was explained, for in the dark room each diabolical face glistened like the moon, and when the cracked mirror had been held up before him he saw that he in his turn burned with the same hellfire. It’s now time, Satan, to get the scarecrow in, and you, Beelzebub, go and paint the horses with what’s left in that cauldron.