Avon Murder Mystery Monthly No. 41 — page 103: what you’re looking at

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A.. MERRITT 105 laid with some vitreous coating. It narrowed abruptly into a wedged way that stopped at the threshold of Norhala’s door. _ Diminishing through the distance, it stretched straight as an arrow onward and vanished between perpendicular cliffs which formed the frowning gateway through which the night before we had passed upon the coursing cubes from. the pit of the city. Here, as then, a mistiness checked the gaze. | Ruth with us, we made a brief inspection of the surroundings of Norhala’s house. It was set as though in the narrowest portion of an hour-glass. The precipitous walls marched inward from the gateway forming the lower half of the figure; at the back they swung apart at a wider angle. This upper part of the hour-glass was filled with a parklike forest. It was closed, perhaps twenty miles away, by a barrier of cliffs. How, I wondered, did the path which Yuruk had pointed out to me pierce them? Was it by pass or tunnel; and why was it the armored men had not found and followed it? The waist between these two mountain wedges was a valley not more than a mile wide. Norhala’s house stood in its center; and it was like a garden, dotted with flowering and fragrant lilies and here and there a tiny green meadow. The great globe of blue that was Norhala’s dwell- ing ‘seemed less to rest upon the ground than to emerge from it; as though its basic curvatures were hidden in the earth. What was its substance I could not tell. It was as though built of the lacquer of the gems whose colors it held. And beautiful, wondrously, incredibly beautiful it was—an immense bubble of froth of molten — sapphires and turquoises. We had not time to study its beauties. A few last instructions to Ruth, and we set forth down the gray road. Hardly had we taken a few steps when there came a faint cry from her. “Dick! Dick—come here!” He sprang to her, caught her hands in his. For a moment, half fright-. ened it seemed, she considered him. “Dick,” I heard her whisper. “Dick—come back safe to me!” . I saw his arms close about her, hers tighten around his neck; black hair touched the silken brown curls, their lips met, clung. I turned away. In a little time he joined me; head down, silent, he strode along be- side me, utterly dejected. ; A hundred more yards and we turned. Ruth was still standing on the threshold of the house of mystery, watching us. She waved her hands, flitted in, was hidden from us. And Drake still silent, we pushed on. The walls of the gateway were close. The sparse vegetation along the base of the cliffs had ceased; the roadway itself had merged into the GOGO .S (GO)