 | An image should appear at this position in the text. To use the entire page scan as a placeholder, edit this page and replace "{{missing image}}" with "{{raw image|Weird Tales Volume 7 Number 3 (1926-03).djvu/7}}". Otherwise, if you are able to provide the image then please do so. For guidance, see Wikisource:Image guidelines and Help:Adding images. |  |
"Nielson had caught it now, and they stood wrestling on the very verge of the pit."
I DO not attempt to explain the happenings at Lochinvar Lodge. There are things which at present go beyond the range of human science to explain. You read some mighty legend of the past and smile, perhaps, at the strange monsters depicted. "Those old warriors had wonderful powers of imagination," you remark, half in jest. But wait, wait yet one more minute—are you sure it was all imagination?
I was going to take Doris to the Motor Club dance that night. Was it only last night, or was it years ago? I remember I had just finished dressing when the telephone rang. With a presentiment that things were not as they should be, I answered it.
"This is Doris, Perry," said the voice I would have recognized anywhere in the world. "I've got some bad news for you, old dear."
"All right, let's have it," I answered, preparing myself for the worst.
293
