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Title: The Door into Infinity

Author: Edmond Hamilton

Release Date: June 17, 2010 [EBook #32847]

Language: English

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The Door Into Infinity

By EDMOND HAMILTON

[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Weird Tales
August-September 1936. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence
that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

[Sidenote: _An amazing weird mystery story, packed with thrills, danger
and startling events._]

_1. The Brotherhood of the Door_

"Where leads the Door?"

"_It leads outside our world._"

"Who taught our forefathers to open the Door?"

"_They Beyond the Door taught them._"

"To whom do we bring these sacrifices?"

"_We bring them to Those Beyond the Door._"

"Shall the Door be opened that They may take them?"

"_Let the Door be opened!_"

Paul Ennis had listened thus far, his haggard face uncomprehending in
expression, but now he interrupted the speaker.

"But what does it all mean, inspector? Why are you repeating this to
me?"

"Did you ever hear anyone speak words like that?" asked Inspector Pierce
Campbell, leaning tautly forward for the answer.

"Of course not--it just sounds like gibberish to me," Ennis exclaimed.
"What connection can it have with my wife?"

He had risen to his feet, a tall, blond young American whose
good-looking face was drawn and worn by inward agony, whose crisp yellow
hair was brushed back from his forehead in disorder, and whose blue eyes
were haunted with an anguished dread.

He kicked back his chair and strode across the gloomy little office,
whose single window looked out on the thickening, foggy twilight of
London. He bent across the dingy desk, gripping its edges with his hands
as he spoke tensely to the man sitting behind it.

"Why are we wasting time talking here?" Ennis cried. "Sitting here
talking,