"I am not denying," protested Black Garroway stiffly, "that the ... the Ghost visited you. Possibly he hypnotized you into believing him invisible. As for your broken mirror, that might have happened in a dozen ways—"
"The mirror was broken," said Lenore, "by the Ghost! Because I saw him reflected in it!"
"Furthermore, it is ridiculous to assume—" The Emperor stopped abruptly, his brow congealing—"Eh? What did you say? You saw—"
"I tried to tell you," purred the girl, "at the time. But you were too concerned with the loss of my gems to listen to me. I told you I saw the Galactic Ghost. He was a tall, dark-haired young man—"
"Ridiculous!" puffed Garroway. "More hypnosis!"
"—with crisp, curling hair," continued the Princess reminiscently, "and a small, triangular scar over his right eyebrow. A very interesting young man—"
Garroway had stiffened at her words, but this time it was with a tensing of interest. He leaned forward.
"A moment, my dear. Did you say ... a small scar above his right eyebrow?"
"Why, yes."