“I knew the curse would come for him one day,” cries Barrymore over the old man’s body. “It didn’t even mark his body–the sight alone must have been fright enough to stop his heart. Damn that Deinonychus of the Baskervilles!”

Mortimer scoffs. “You can’t possibly believe a dinosaur did this to him!”

“It’s not like a normal dinosaur,” says Barrymore. “It’s a ghostly creature, scarred and hideous, eyes alight with vengeful flame!”

“Burning bog gas and an old man’s heart!”

Far off in the mist, something krees like an enormous eagle, and the carriage pachys snuffle and stomp their feet.