Fear and Other Stories

THE fact that the man whom he feared had died ten years earlier did
not in the least lessen Stuart McGregor's obsession of horror, of a
certain grim expectancy, every time he recalled that final scene, just
before Farragut Hutchison disappeared in the African jungle that
stood, spectrally motionless as if forged out of some blackish-green
metal, in the haggard moonlight.

As he reconstructed it, the whole scene seemed unreal, almost
oppressively, ludicrously theatrical. The pall of sodden, stygian
d...