A. Merritt's Fantasy Magazine, October 1950 — page 12: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

-eer* s 9 ay oe -* Caressingly II Vecchio took up the flask ... extended it, and said quietly, “Within this vial rests the secret of all the ages.” THE ELIAIR OF HATE A NOVEL. OF UNCHARTED TERROR By George Allan England Copyright 1911 by Popular Publications, Ine. CHAPTER 1 The Iiessage HE letter was short—only half a page of typewriting—but as Dr. Granville Dennison finished it, an extraordinary change came over his face. His usual pallor gave way to a more yel- lowish hue; his jaw dropped; and as he sat there at his desk, staring for a moment at the paper which shook in his trembling hand, the wrinkles drew tense across his forehead and his withered cheeks. “What?” he gulped, rereading the lines which seemed to dance before his eyes. “Witham—knows °”’ Up he sprang. His revolving chair, pushed violently back, crashed into a tall instrument-case with such force that a sheet of plate glass rained down in a jingling shower of splinters. But Dennison paid no heed. Unminding the destruction, indifferent to the rest of his mail, despite the fact that a couple of special-delivery letters lay among the others, the doctor fell to pacing the office floor. As with an ague he shook. A fine sweat began to bead his forehead. He stopped, once more read The tenuous claws of a creeping death tightened their grip on Dr. Dennison—and in his efforts to escape, he found a fate unparalleled in human cruelty. 11 (C(O) nn) (C 6)(0)©) S (C(O)