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Title: Seven Footprints To Satan
Author: Abraham Merritt
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Seven Footprints to Satan
by

Abraham Merritt
CHAPTER ONE
The clock was striking eight as I walked out of the doors of the Discoverers' Club and stood for a
moment looking down lower Fifth Avenue. As I paused, I felt with full force that uncomfortable sensation
of being watched that had both puzzled and harassed me for the past two weeks. A curiously prickly,
cold feeling somewhere deep under the skin on the side that the watchers are located; an odd sort of
tingling pressure. It is a queer sort of a sensitivity that I have in common with most men who spend much
of their lives in the jungle or desert. It is a throwback to some primitive sixth sense, since all savages have
it until they get introduced to the white man's liquor.

Trouble was I couldn't localize the sensation. It seemed to trickle in on me from all sides. I scanned the
street. Three taxis were drawn up along the curb in front of the Club. They were empty and their drivers
busy talking. There were no loiterers that I could see. The two swift side-rubbing streams of traffic swept
up and down the Avenue. I studied the windows of the opposite houses. There was no sign in them of
any watchers.