We had been on the trail of the unicorn for days, and found ourselves in an underground ruin. Actually, we were back in Connecticut—in the wine cellar belonging to the former manor of Odell Shepard himself; who, besides being the world’s foremost unicorn scholar, became Lieutenant Governor here in the forties. It was the same area where I had grown up, and it turned out that Shepard’s place was only a short ride from where I had found the same book of his which began our Grail quest.

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