3: The Eighth Green Man
Weird Tales, March 1928
"DANGEROUS ROAD, huh!"
Nicholas Birkett slowed down and frowned at the battered old sign-post. "I'll take a chance, anyhow!"
"I should try another road," I said abruptly. ''But this one leads right down to the valley, and will save at least ten miles round."
"It's a dangerous road— very dangerous," I answered, with the conviction growing fast within me that the sign-post gave only a faint inkling of the deadly peril it guarded.
Birkett stared at me, his big brown hands resting on the steering-wheel.
"What d'ye know about the road, anyhow?" he asked, his round blue eyes blank with amazement. "You've never been this way in your life before!"
I hesitated. My name is famous in more than one continent as that of an explorer, and I had rece
