CHAPTER XXXII

SHRINE OF SEVEN LAMPS Never can I forget that nightmare apartment, that _efreet’s_ hall. It was identical in shape with the room of the adjoining house through which I had come, but its walls were draped in sombre black and a dead black carpet covered the entire floor. A golden curtain—similar to that which concealed me—broke the sombre expanse of the end wall to my right, and the door directly opposite my hiding-place was closed. Across the gold curtain, wrought in glittering black, were seven characters, apparent…