"We shouldn't have run. We should have stayed. I should have got myself a gun, maybe, and just waited for him to come. But it never even occurred to me. I just thought we'd leave town, and maybe change our name, and everything would work out fine. But it didn't happen that way. And now he knows where we are."

"Where did your sister live?"

"In Santa Monica."

"What's that, ten or twelve hours from here?"

"I don't know. Something like that, probably."

"Do you know when your sister was killed?"

"Sometime last night."

"Early, late?"

"I don't know."

"He could be in town right now."

"I guess so."

"What does he look like?"

"He's thirty-five, about six-foot-two. Very strong, or he always used to be. He weighed about two-ten."

"Have you got a picture of him?"

She shook her head. "I destroyed them all."

"What color's his hair?"

"Black. He always wore it short."

"Anything else about him?"

She shrugged.

Jud got up and helped her to stand. "Are you convinced," he asked, "that running away doesn't work?"

"He convinced me."

"Then let's go back to the inn and wait for him."

"What'll we do?"

"If I have to, I'll kill him."

"I should be the one to handle him."

"Not a chance. You're stuck with me."

"I don't want you to kill anyone...not for me."

"I wouldn't be doing it for you. It'd be for myself. And for the voices."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

"Larry and I have to go out for a while," Jud said as he walked Donna across the parking lot after lunch. "I want you and Sandy to stay in our cabin until we get back."

"Okay."

No arguments. No questions. Her complete trust gave Jud a good feeling.

He watched her turn to Sandy, who was lagging behind with Larry. Instead of making a rift, yesterday's incident at the beach had created an intimacy between the girl and Larry. During lunch, they had talked like best friends. Jud found their closeness peculiar under the circumstances, but convenient.

"Sandy," Donna said, "we'll be spending a while in Jud and Larry's room. Do you want to get your cards, or a book, or something to keep you busy?"

The girl nodded.

"We'll be right out," Donna said. They went into their cabin, leaving its door open.

Larry, in a quiet voice, said, "The poor child has been devastated."

"It's gotta be rough."

"Rough indeed. She'll be scarred all her life. That miserable brute ought to be shot."

"He probably will be."

"I certainly hope so."

"Tonight, if we're lucky."

"Tonight?"

"There's a good chance he'll show up sometime today. If he does, I'm going to be there with a gun."

"What about Beast House?"

"It can wait another day."

"I suppose you're right, though I would feel better if we were finished once and for all with..."

"I can't let this guy get his hands on Donna and Sandy. He's hurt them enough, already."

"Certainly. I'm not suggesting we abandon them. Not at all."

"Besides, going after the beast tonight would be premature."

"How so?" Larry asked.

"I want to know more. That's why we're going to visit the Kutch place this afternoon."

"Beast House?"

"No. The other one. The one without windows."

As soon as Jud was certain that Donna could handle his rifle without difficulty, he and Larry drove away. He turned right off Front Street, taking the narrow dirt road that led to the beach. In an area sheltered by trees, he parked.

As Jud took his .45 automatic from the trunk, Larry said, "That, of course, won't stop the beast."

Jud tucked the automatic under the belt at the back of his pants, and covered it with his shirttail. "What makes you think we'll run into the beast? Doesn't it confine its rampages to Beast House?"

"Nevertheless."

He watched Larry lift a machete out of the trunk. "Nevertheless what?"

"One never knows, does one?"

Jud shut the trunk. "You can stay in the car, if you want."

"No. It's quite all right. I'll come along. I can hardly resist an opportunity to see inside this curious house. And you're right, of course: We should be perfectly safe from the beast."

Jud checked his wristwatch. "Okay, the one-o'clock tour should just be starting. Let's go."

"What about Axel?"

"If he's home, I'll take care of him. You just stick close beside me."

"I certainly hope you know what you're doing."

Jud didn't answer that. He led the way through the trees until they ended. Then he dashed across an open space to the back of the garage. Larry followed.

"Do you know if there's a back door?"

"I'm not certain."

"Let's find out." He walked toward the rear, careful to keep the garage between him and the ticket booth of Beast House, a hundred yards away. When he was even with the rear of the brick house, he rushed across to it.

The back of the house was solid brick.

"No door," Larry said.

Jud walked through the overgrown yard to the far corner. He peered around it. No door there, either: just the gray metal box of the house's ventilation system. Across Front Street, the south part of Beast House's fence and lawn were visible, and deserted. "Stay close to the wall," Jud said. He wiped sweat off his brow and moved forward.

At the front corner of the house, he stopped. Signaling Larry to stay back, he looked at the ticket booth across the street. The side that faced the street had a closed door, but no windows. As long as Wick Hapson stayed inside, he wouldn't be able to see Jud.

Beyond the ticket booth, the tour group was clustered near the Beast House porch, probably hearing about Gus Goucher. Jud waited for them to file inside.

"Stay here till I signal."

"Is Axel home?"

"His pickup's here."

"Oh dear."

"That's all right. It might make things easier."

"For heaven's sake, how?"

"If he's a trusting soul, the door won't be locked."

"Wonderful. Marvelous."

"Wait here." Jud again checked the ticket booth, then walked swiftly across the front lawn to the door.

The inner door stood wide open. Jud pressed his face to the screen door, trying to see inside. He couldn't see much. Except for the light from the doorway, the interior was dark. Quietly, he pulled open the screen door, and entered.

He moved quickly away from the lighted area. For at least a full minute, he stood motionless, listening. Convinced he was alone, he patted the walls near the door and found a switch. He flicked it. A lamp came on, its bulb filling the entryway with dim, blue light.

Directly ahead, stairs led to the upper floor. To the right was a closed door, to the left a room. He stepped into the room. By the faint light from the foyer, he found a lamp. He turned it on. More blue bulbs.

Dark carpeting covered the floor. Pillows and cushions littered it. A lamp stood in a back corner. There was no other furniture.

Jud went to the screen door. Looking through it, he checked the area near the ticket booth for Wick Hapson. No sign of the man. He opened the door a crack and waved to Larry.

Before Larry reached the door, Jud pressed a forefinger to his own lips. Larry nodded and entered.

Jud pointed out the room with the cushions. Then he stepped to the closed door at the right of the entrance. He pushed it open and found a light switch. It turned on a chandelier over a diningroom table. The chandelier bulbs were blue.

Except for the lighting, Jud found nothing unusual about the dining room. A china cabinet stood in one corner. A large mirror occupied the far wall above a buffet. The table had six chairs, but formal dining tables often had that many. He saw two more matching chairs beside the highboy.

Beyond the head of the table was another door. Jud went to it and pushed it open. The kitchen. He entered it, careful to walk quietly on the linoleum floor. He looked in the refrigerator. Even its interior light was blue. Pointing at the bottom shelf, he grinned at Larry. The shelf held at least two dozen cans of beer.

Next to the refrigerator was a door.

As he began to pull it open, Jud saw light on the other side. Blue light. He opened it farther and looked down a steep flight of stairs to the cellar.

He shut it quietly. Stepping around Larry, he went to the dining room. He brought one of the straight-backed chairs into the kitchen and tipped it against the door, bracing its back under the knob.

Then he motioned for Larry to follow.