Dawn was not far away, but his sleeping chamber was still dark and the light outside the open windows was a deep purple.He could afford to sleep with open windows these nights, with the Griffin insane and safely incarcerated. Yet, instantly alert, Manning noted the time, five thirty, on the lumin...
Lofty trees shut in the neglected garden, save where sunshine entered through the ragged branches of a blasted maple.The golden gleam shone upon the form of the Griffin. His body was clad in a robe of sable brocade. A black skullcap covered his pate. His face was covered by a yellow mask of gleam...
The Griffin—an apt symbol, this mythical creature, half lion, half eagle, ready to rend with beak and claw, to swoop or leap, and to destroy.Save for the outward appearance, the house was practically a fortress, impregnable, almost, to all but artillery fire. It was less than fifty miles from the...