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Dinner
at
eight
!
Unmasking
at
midnight
!
He
could
almost
see
them
in
the
dining
room
,
the
richest
men
in
America
and
their
women
.
Tuxedos
and
glimmering
starched
shirts
;
evening
gowns
;
the
band
playing
;
gleaming
high
-
heeled
pumps
.
The
clink
of
glasses
,
the
jocund
pop
of
champagne
corks
.
The
war
was
over
,
or
almost
over
.
The
future
lay
ahead
,
clean
and
shining
.
America
was
the
colossus
of
the
world
and
at
last
she
knew
it
and
accepted
it
.
And
later
,
at
midnight
,
Derwent
himself
crying
:
"
Unmask
!
Unmask
!
"
The
masks
coming
off
and
…
(
The
Red
Death
held
sway
over
all
!
)
He
frowned
.
What
left
field
had
that
come
out
of
?
That
was
Poe
,
the
Great
American
Hack
.
And
surely
the
Overlook
-
this
shining
,
glowing
Overlook
on
the
invitation
he
held
in
his
hands
-
was
the
farthest
cry
from
E
.
A
.
Poe
imaginable
.
He
put
the
invitation
back
and
turned
to
the
next
page
.
A
paste
-
up
from
one
of
the
Denver
papers
,
and
scratched
beneath
it
the
date
:
May
15
,
1947
.
POSH
MOUNTAIN
RESORT
REOPENS
WITH
STELLAR
GUEST
REGISTER
Derwent
Says
Overlook
Will
Be
"
Showplace
of
the
World
"
