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Medford sat up in bed with the jerk which resembles no other. Someone was in his room. The fact reached him not by sight or sound--for the moon had set, and the silence of the night was complete--but by a peculiar faint disturbance of the invisible currents that enclose us.
He was awake in an instant, caught up his electric hand-lamp and flashed it into two astonished eyes. Gosling stood above the bed.