The huge old house on the California coast seemed to be constantly shrouded in fog, which added to the gloom that permeated the atmosphere. The master of the house was the famed poet, Ford Hunt - who had not been seen by anyone but his nephew and his manservant since the death of his wife five years ago. The old man kept to his attic apartment. But what was he hiding from . . . if indeed he were still alive? (Large Print Edition)
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