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| Heading by Vincent Napoli |
The
Round Tower
BY
STANTON A. COBLENTZ
I
Of all the shocking and macabre experiences of my life, the one that I shall longest remember occurred a few years ago in Paris.
Like hundreds of other young Americans, I was then an art student in the French metropolis. Having been there several years, I had acquired a fair speaking knowledge of the language, as well as an acquaintance with many odd nooks and corners of the city, which I used to visit for my own amusement. I did not foresee that one of my strolls of discovery through the winding ancient streets was to involve me in a dread adventure.
One rather hot and sultry August evening, just as twilight was softening the hard stone outlines of the buildings, I was making a random pilgrimage through an old part of the city. I did not know just where I was; but suddenly I found myself in a district I did not remember ever having seen before. Emerging from the defile of a crazy twisted alley, I found myself in a large stone court opposite a grim but imposing edifice.
Four or five stories high, it looked like the typical medieval fortress. Each of its
