Off with His Head

“I didn’t reckon to be flustered “, said Carey, “but this flustered me, proper. Partly, no doubt, it was the way the Guiser was got up. Like a clown with the tunic thing pulled up. It’d have been over his head if—well, never mind. He didn’t paint his face but he had one of these masks. So he looked, if you can follow me, gentlemen, like a kind of doll that the head had come off of. There was the body, sort of doubled up, and there was the head, two feet away, grinning, which was right nasty...”