The Gates of Chance by Van Tassel Sutphen
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lenses. I started, involuntarily.
"There! there!" he said, soothingly. "I did not perceive that your attention was so entirely absorbed. I am honored by your interest-- the Utinam Club, it is my hobby, sir, and one not altogether unworthy of the consideration of an intelligent man." "I can quite understand that," said Indiman, who had joined us at the window. "There is a distinct stimulus to the imagination in the picture before us. And what a picture!--this eyeless, gray-faced, architectural monstrosity, crowned with squat, domelike head of coppery red, and set in that gigantic cadre of fifty-foot masonry! Superb! Magnificent!" "The honor of your acquaintance--"began Dr. Magnus. "In two words," interrupted Indiman, smilingly. He made a brief statement of the circumstances attendant upon the finding of the Yale latch-key, and the proprietor of the Utinam Club listened attentively. "I have a passion for the unique," concluded Indiman, "and the Utinam Club appears to possess claims of unusual merit in that direction. I own frankly that I am curious as to its object and qualifications for membership." "They are quite simple," answered Dr. Magnus. "Indeed, the name of the club explains its raison d'etre--Utinam, a Latin ejaculation equivalent to our 'Would to Heaven!' or 'Would that I could be!' To be eligible for membership in the Utinam Club, one must have had a |
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