These details, Republicans say, prove that Machen will not be able to operate outside the political influence of his bosses.
I have let this last assertion stand as part of the original article, although Mr. Machen writes me that I am in error.
But what had Machen been doing all those long years between 1885 and 1914?
Quite as important as what Mr. Machen says is his manner of saying it.
"There is something sinister in the beauty of Mr. Machen's book," he wrote.
I was in France hearing stories of angelic intervention long before Mr. Machen wrote his delightful yarn.
At this point Mr. Machen places the "key" in our hands and declines further to reveal his secrets.
Mr. Machen has shown himself an artist in the supernatural, one whom his generation has not been discerning enough to appreciate.
Machen Place lies at the commencement of the vale, under the hanging groves of Rupara.
More than Hawthorne or Tolstoy, Machen is a novelist of the soul.