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"Doors of the Night" is a novel written by Canadian author Frank L. Packard. Frank Lucius Packard (1877?1942) was a popular Canadian novelist of the early 20th century, best known for his Jimmie Dale mystery series. ¡ºThe Gates of Night¡» was first published in 1922.
The novel is a mystery thriller and is set in the context of Packard's larger work, which often features crime, adventure, and detective elements. "The Gates of Night" may not be as well known as Packard's other works, but it demonstrates his skill in creating engaging and suspenseful stories.

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Summary
Billy Kane paused for an instant in the doorway of the room before him, as his dark, steady eyes travelled over the appointments in a sort of measured approval such as a connoisseur who knew his art might bestow upon a canvas in which he found no flaw. The apartment was quite in keeping with everything else that pertained to the palatial residence in that upper Fifth Avenue section of New York. The indirect lighting fell soft and mellow upon the priceless Oriental rug, the massive desk of dark, carved wood, the wide, inviting leather-upholstered chairs, the heavy portieres that filled the window spaces and hung before the doors,