Alice told the psychiatrist about her blind sister. “She has built a wall of eyes around her, the good eyes of the rest of us, the eyes of the people who hate her and watch her and wait for her to die. That’s what she says, that the eyes are watching and waiting.” Soon the waiting would be over

Lucille Morrow, the central figure in this novel of psychological mystery, was, to all appearances, a fortunate and happy woman. In early middle life she retained the beauty of her youth: her husband. Dr. Morrow, was wealthy and devoted to her; she was the mistress of a large and charming house, properly staffed. No one was more astonished than her immediate family when Lucille, in mad fear and horror, ran away from her comfortable home, her loving husband, and all the things she had seemed to value. In one day she changed from a serene and self-possessed woman into a creature dominated by a fear so intense that she was glad to be shut up behind the iron gates of an asylum for the insane. In searching for the cause of Lucille Morrow’s flight Detective Inspector Sands (whom we met in Wall of Eyes) followed a long trail which took him to the ugly cadaver of an ex-convict in the Toronto morgue, through the maze of fears which tortured the mind of Lucille Morrow in her last days, and even back to the bloody death of Dr. Morrow’s first wife sixteen years before. As his case progressed, Sands observed, with the cold and catholic sympathy which made him a great detective, the deterioration of the Morrow family under the influence of fear and guilt. The Iron Gates is a strange and fascinating novel of murder psychological horror and inevitable retribution. Few writers have approached insanity, human fear and human evil with more relentless honesty and more precision of style