part of the job. "It may give a clue."

Hastily I scanned the mad, frantic indictment of war, while Craig
continued in his search:

"I see wild beasts all around me, distorted unnaturally, in a life
and death struggle, with bloodshot eyes, with foaming, gnashing
mouths. They attack and kill one another and try to mangle each
other. I leap to my feet. I race out into the night and tread on
quaking flesh, step on hard heads, and stumble over weapons and
helmets. Something is clutching at my feet like hands, so that I
race away like a hunted deer with the hounds at his heels--and
ever over more bodies--breathless... out of one field into
another. Horror is crooning over my head. Horror is crooning
beneath my feet. And nothing but dying, mangled flesh!

"Of a sudden I see nothing but blood before me. The heavens have
opened and the red blood pours in through the windows. Blood wells
up on an altar. The walls run blood from the ceiling to the floor
and... a giant of blood stands before me. His beard and his hair
drip blood. He seats himself on the altar and laughs from thick
lips. The black executioner raises his sword and whirls it above
my head. Another moment and my head will roll down on the floor.
Another moment and the red jet will spurt from my neck.

"Murderers! Murderers! None other than murderers!"

I paused in the reading. "There's nothing here," I remarked,
glancing over the curious document for a clue, but finding none.