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Lillian--she happened to be standing at the window there, and she said
she saw the stars for a few moments."
"_Now, now, now!_" exclaimed Briscoe remonstrantly, rising and coming
toward the hearth. "You two are trying to get up a panic, which means
that this delicious season in the mountains is at an end for us, and we
must go back to town. Why can't you understand that Mrs. Royston saw the
stars and perhaps a glimpse of the moon, and that then you both saw the
glimmer of their reflection on the glass of the windows at the vacant
hotel. Is there anything wonderful in that? I appeal to Julian."
"I don't know anything about the conditions here, but certainly that
explanation sounds very plausible. As to the step on the veranda, Ned and
I can take our revolvers and ascertain if anyone is prowling about."
The proposition appealed to Mrs. Briscoe, and she was grateful for the
suggestion, since it served, however illogically, to soothe her nerves.
She looked at Bayne very kindly when he came in with his host, from the
dripping densities of the fog, his face shining like marble with the
pervasive moisture, his pistol in his hand, declaring that there was
absolutely nothing astir.
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