The Ghost Executioner Makes His Debut

The new commandant glided into the room with a strange style of movement seemingly incompatible with the fact of the man's having only one leg unsupported by crutch or cane. He wafted along the queue of assembled inmates, his monocled eye piercing in turn each of us souls who trembled in our soiled trousers. Then, to our unutterable terror, having reached the end of the woebegone queue, he spun on his heel and glided silently back along our quivering rank, his eye having shifted and darkened slightly behind its telescopic monocle lens, one of many products of the Teutonic Satan-science that imperiled and continue to imperil humanity's plight on Earth. But, returning to our experiences then, try to imagine our jolt of surprise when the commandant swung his skull around and made an abrupt perpendicular turn and disappeared immaterially through a solid titanium door.