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''A wholly unusual and thrilling weird story of terrific adventures and another dimension of space—by the author of "When the Green Star Waned."''

UICIDE as a means of escaping trouble never appealed to me. I had studied the occult, and knew what consequences that course involved, afterward.

But I was fed up on life. I was destitute, and had no friends who might help, even were I to appeal to them. At forty-eight, one does not easily regain solvency. And, gradually, I'd lost all ambition. Not even hope remained.

If only there were some other road out—a door, for example, into the hypothetical region of four dimensions it certainly couldn't be worse there than what I'd borne in the last three years. Well, I could try

I seated myself cross-legged on the floor. If I concentrated hard enough, perhaps the miracle might occur atleast I should have tried  a last resort Gradually a vague state ensued wherein I was not unconscious, for I still knew that I was I; yet a queer detach-