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Death Has Red Hair

Illustration from Weird Tales for the story "Death Has Red Hair"

There was something absolutely extraordinary about her
hair. It was as if—as if it were alive . . . as though
every strand was the darting flame of a glowing torch!

We three men were hugging the open fire closely. The raw the chill of that November night had closed in around us and the blazing logs yielded grateful warmth.

Peter Murray was leaning forward in his chair, looking absent-mindedly into leaping flames that sent flickering shadows to dancing on the walls behind us. Hank Walters was staring at Peter and I was