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A group of figures in Norman or medieval clothing, many of them knights. A woman on the left passively holds a knife in the air while looking at an unhelmeted, black-haired, moustached knight.

"My curse upon you, Black George." she cried.

The

Lost Door

By DOROTHY QUICK

An alluring but deadly horror out of past centuries menaced the life of the young American—a fascinating tale of a strange and eery love

I have often wondered whether I would have urged Wrexler to come with me if I had known what Rougemont would do to him. I think—looking back—that even if I could have glimpsed the future, I would have acted in the same way, and that I would have brought him to Rougemont to fulfill his destiny.

As the boat cut its swift way through the waters on its journey to France, I had no thought of this. Nor had Wrexler.