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           TheKeystoneKops,fifteentimes;andwhenMr.Blackheardmedropallthatmoneyin,hiseyespopped,heopenedthemachine,tookoutthepennies,threwmeoutandwentacrosstothespeak-easyforthemagicphilter."

           Douglascreptupandpeeredintotheshadowyarcadeandsawthetwogorillafiguresthere,onenotmovingatall,thewaxheroineinhisarms,theotheronestandingstunnedinthemiddleoftheroom,weavingslightlyfromsidetoside.

           "Oh,Tom,"whisperedDouglas,"you’reagenius.He’sjustfullofmagicphilter,ain’the?"

           "Youcansaythatagain.Whatdidyoufindout?"

           Douglastappedthebookandtalkedinalowvoice."Mme.Tarot,likeIsaid,toldallaboutdeathanddestinyandstuffinrichfolks’parlors,butshemadeonemistake.ShepredictedNapoleon’sdefeatanddeathtohisface!So..."

           Douglas’svoicefadedashelookedagainthroughthedustywindowatthatdistantfigureseatedquietlyinhercrystalcase.

           "Secours,"murmuredDouglas."OldNapoleonjustcalledinMme.Tussaud’swaxworksandhadthemdroptheTarotWitchaliveinboilingwax,andnow...now..."

           "Watchout,Doug,Mr.Black,inthere!He’sgotacluborsomething!"

           Thiswastrue.Inside,cursinghorribly,thehugefigureofMr.Blacklurched.Inhishandacampingknifeseethedontheairsixinchesfromthewitch’sface.

           "He’spickingonherbecauseshe’stheonlyhuman-lookingthinginthewholedarnjoint,"saidTom."Hewon’tdohernoharm.He’llfalloveranysecondandsleepitoff."