Signpost to Terror

He was smiling.Her fingers were numb with clutching and her heart thudded deafeningly.His lips parted. He spoke. Softly: Are you all right?It was grotesque. There seemed no menace in his tone. He sounded-solicitous. His eyes, she noticed withMoreHe was smiling.Her fingers were numb with clutching and her heart thudded deafeningly.His lips parted. He spoke. Softly: Are you all right?It was grotesque. There seemed no menace in his tone. He sounded-solicitous. His eyes, she noticed with desperate irrelevancy, were clear blue and he was smiling—Smiling—His fingers closed over her wrist.She screamed. High and long and full-throated with terror, her scream flung back the wind and rang into the wide surrounding air.