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The cat wasn't anywhere in sight。
She stepped into the hail and paused； afraid to move away from the bedroom door。
Go！ she told herself angrily。 Move your ass； Gracie！
She took a step toward the head of the stairs。 Then another step。 Trying to be quiet。
The stairs appeared to be a mile away。
She looked behind her。
Still no Aristophanes。
Another step。
This was going to be the longest walk she had ever taken。
Paul latched his suitcase； picked it up； turned away from the bed…and jumped； startled； when the entire house shook as if a wrecker's ball had struck the side of it。
THUNK！
He looked up at the ceiling。
THUNK！ THUNK！ THUNK！
During the past five days there had been no hammering to disturb the peace。 He hadn't entirely forgotten about it； of course； he still occasionally wondered where that mysterious sound had e from。 For the most part； however； he had put it out of his mind； there had been other things to worry about。 But now… THUNK！ THUNK！ THUNK！
The nerve…fraying noise reverberated in the windows and bounced off the walls。 It seemed to vibrate in Paul's teeth and bones； too。
THUNK！
After spending days trying to identify the source of that sound； understanding came to him unexpectedly； in a flash。 It was an ax。 It was not a hammering； which was how he had been thinking of it。 No。 There was a sharp edge to it； a brittle； cracking quality at the end of each blow。 It was a chopping sound。
THUNK！
Being able to identify the noise did absolutely nothing to help him understand where it was ing from。
So it was an ax instead of a hammer。 So what？ He still couldn't make sense of it。 Why were the blows shaking the entire house？ It would have to be the mythical Paul Bunyan's ax to have such a tremendous impact。 And regardless of whether it was a hammer or an ax or even； for Christ's sake； a salami； how could the sound of it issue from thin air？
Suddenly； inexplicably； he thought of the meat cleaver that Louise Parker had buried in the throat of her maniacal daughter back in 1905。 He thought about the freakish lightning strikes at Alfred O'Brian's office； the strange intruder he had seen on the rear lawn during the thunderstorm that evening； the Scrabble game two nights ago （BLADE； BLOOD； DEATH； TOMB； KILL； CAROL）； Grace's two prophetic dreams。 And he knew beyond doubt…without understanding how he knew…that the sound of the ax was the thread that sewed together all these recent extraordinary events。 Intuitively； he knew that an ax would be the instrument by which Carol's life would be endangered。 He didn't know how。 He didn't know why。 But he knew。
THUNK！ THUNK！
A painting popped off its wall hook and clattered to the floor。
The river of blood in Paul's veins turned winter…cold。
He had to get to the cabin。 Fast。
He started toward the bedroom door； and it slammed shut in front of him。 No one had touched it。 There had been no sudden draft that might have moved it。 One moment the door was standing wide Open； and the next instant it was flung shut as if it had been shoved hard by an invisible hand。
Out of the corner of his eye； Paul saw something move。 Heart banging； breath trapped in his constricted throat； he twisted around toward the movement and instinctively raised his suitcase to partially shield himself。
One of the two heavy； mirrored closet doors was sliding open。 He expected someone to step out of the closet； but when the door was all the way open； he could see nothing in there except clothes on hangers。
Then it slid shut； and the other door slid open。 Then both of them started sliding at the same time； one crossing behind the other； back and forth； back and forth on their silent plastic wheels。
THUNK！ THUNK！
A lamp crashed over on one of the nightstands。
Another painting fell off the wall。
THUNK！
On the dresser； two porcelain figurines…a ballerina and her male dancing partner…began to circle one another； almost as if they had e to life and were performing for Paul。 They moved slowly at first； then faster； faster； until they were swept into the air and tossed halfway across the room and dashed to the floor。
***
The cabin was constructed of logs and was nestled in the cool shadows beneath the trees。 it had a long； covered； screened porch out front and an excellent view of the lake。
It was one of ninety vacation cabins tucked into the scenic mountain valley； each on an acre or half…acre of its own。 They were all built along the south shore of the lake and were reachable only by way of a private； gated； gravel…surfaced road that curved around the water。 Some of the cabins were made of logs； like the one Paul and Carol had bought； but there were also white clapboard New England models； modern A…frames； and a few that resembled small Swiss chalets。
At the end of her own graveled drive； which branched off the munity road； Carol parked the car near the front door of the cabin。 She and Jane got out and stood for a moment in panionable silence； listening to the stillness； breathing the wonderfully fresh air。
〃It's lovely；〃 Jane said at last。
〃Isn't it； though？〃
〃So quiet。〃
〃It isn't always。 Not when most of the cabins are in use。 But right now there's probably no one here except Peg and Vince Gervis。〃
〃Who're they？〃 Jane asked。
〃The caretakers。 The homeowner's association pays their salaries。 They live year…round in the last cabin； out at the end of the lake。 In the off season； they run a couple of inspection tours every day； just keeping a lookout for fire and vandals and whatnot。 Nice people。〃
Above the distant north shore of the lake； lightning blazed across the malevolent sky。 A clap of thunder fell from the clouds and rolled across the water。
〃We better get the suitcases and the food out of the car before we have to unload everything in the rain；〃 Carol said。
Grace expected to be attacked on the stairs； for that was where she would find it most difficult to defend herself。 If the cat frightened her and caused her to lose her balance； she might fall。 If she fell； she would probably break a leg or a hip； and while she was temporarily stunned by the shock and pain of the fall； the cat would be all over her； tearing； biting。 Therefore； she descended the stairs sideways； with her back against the wail； so she could look both ahead and behind。
But Aristophanes did not show up。 Grace reached the downstairs hail without incident。
She looked both ways along the hail。
To reach the front door； she had to pass the open door of the study and the archway that led to the living room。 The cat could bolt out of either place as she was passing by and could leap for her face before she would have time to spot him； aim the pistol； and pull the trigger。
To reach the other door； the one at the back of the house； she had to go right； along the hallway； past the open dining room door； into the kitchen。 That route didn't look any less dangerous。
The rock and the hard place； she thought unhappily。 The devil and the deep blue sea。
Then she remembered that her car keys were in the kitchen； hanging on the pegboard beside the back door； and that settled it。 She would have to leave through the kitc