By DOROTHY QUICK
An alluring but deadly horror out of past centuries menaced the life of the young American—a fascinating tale of a strange and eery love
As the boat cut its swift way through the waters on its journey to France, I had no thought of this. Nor had Wrexler.
I have often wondered whether I would have urged Wrexler to come with me if I had known what Rougemont would do to him. I think—looking back—that even if I could have glimpsed the future, I would have acted in the same way, and that I would have brought him to Rougemont to fulfill his destiny.