What do you think?
Rate this book


276 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1932
'When I look back, as far as ever I can, into the 'Seventies, I see a red lamp. It stands above the garden gate next door. In winter time it provides the evening's event. A man, bearing a pole with a small flame in its tip, comes at a leisurely yet purposeful pace along the street. He pauses under the red lamp, thrusts upward his pole, now a magic wand, and, lo, a great jewel glows in the dusk! Already there are other jewels, yellow amethysts, but it is for the creation of the ruby that the little boy at the window has waited and watched.
The house next door belonged to a doctor. All doctor's houses in the district had red lamps. [...] The lamps were signs by day, as well as by night. There were no telephones, and if the trouble were sudden and urgent, and you, as messenger, were unfamiliar with the district, one of your first thoughts would be of a red lamp. [...]'