Pan took the opportunity to change the cover pic at this point as well, the cat being replaced by what I assume is a head freshly dug up from a shallow grave. I cannot really trace this image to any of the stories in the collection. The only story with an exhumation is The Mistake, but that body had been safely sealed up in a casket.
So Jones accepts a challenge to spend a night locked in the museum in the company of these weird creations.
OH, MIRROR, MIRROR
By the time the initial carriage finally reaches its destination the lady has vanished, possibly or possibly not by throwing herself from the moving train.
A lone cyclist, lost in the fog, thirsty and tired knocks on the door of a isolated house, asking for some water. The householder obliges, but in a dirty dog-bowl! But this proves to be but the first episode of what turns out to be a really rather peculiar evening.
Here they encounter the usual suspects of an eccentric householder and the sick relative (in this case they are told a daughter). It is plain to the ever observant de Grandin, that things are not as they should be, and the poor man’s Holmes and Watson set out to get to the bottom of things.