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It was night, warm, beautiful and starry, and a scented softness hung over the high-walled garden of Dr. Van Steyne. The flowers were sleeping, but in their slumbers still they gave up their incense to the air.
It was nearly half-past ten, and the big mansion, save in one place, was everywhere in darkness. From one window came out a thin ray of light.