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SYLVIE AND BRUNO.
"Not that I know of."
"Thought there might be. Met a lunatic just now. Queer old fish as ever I saw!"
And so, in friendly chat, we took our homeward ways, and wished each other 'good-night' at the door of his hotel.
Left to myself, I felt the 'eerie' feeling rush over me again, and saw, standing at the door of Number Forty, the three figures I knew so well.
"Then it's the wrong house?" Bruno was saying.
"No, no! It's the right house," the Professor cheerfully replied: "but it's the wrong street. That's where we've made our mistake! Our best plan, now, will be to——"
It was over. The street was empty, Commonplace life was around me, and the 'eerie' feeling had fled.
