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"Don't be a fool, Larry," I coughed at him, for the

brick dust and the s

difficult

"That's all the loose brick,-bring the lantern closer,"

-and we peered through the aperture upon a wooden

door, in which strips of iron were deep-set It was fastened

with a padlock and Larry reached down for the ax

"Wait!" I called, drawing closer with the lantern

"What's this?"

The wood of the door was fresh and white, but burned

deep on the surface, in this order, were the words: THE DOOR

OF

BEWILDERMENT "There are dead men inside, I dare say! Here, my

lad, it's not for me to turn loose the fa the ax and

brought it doith a crash on the padlock It was

of no fli bricks cramped me,

but half a dozen blows broke it off

"The house of a thousand ghosts," chanted the irrepressible

Larry, as I pushed the door open and crawled

through

Whatever the place was it had a floor and I set my

feet firmly upon it and turned to take the lantern

"Hold a bit," he exclai I heard the sound

of steps down the corridor In ained possible

in hi out into the