"Hey?" she exclaimed in visible alarm, and evidently preparing to scream again.
"Hush. Don't excite yourself, madame," he said in his pleasant, reassuring way. "There is no occasion for alarm at all."
"Am I a sick woman?" she demanded anxiously. "Is that what you're a-goin' to hand me? Is it?"
"No, you're not physically ill. You have no temperature except as much as might be due to sudden shock."
"I got the scare of my young life all right," she muttered. "Say, Doc, was it a dream? On the level now, was it?"
"Probably——"
"Honest to God?" she insisted.
"Why do you think it was not a dream, Princess?" he asked gently.
"Why? Well, I've run with Rooshians enough to know a infernal machine when I see one. And I never dream plain, that way. I can see that darn thing yet—and hear it! And I can see them men in there all a settin' onto chairs in a circle like, and a-watching that there bomb sizzling. It made a blue light but no smoke and no smell. How could I have drempt all that so plain, Doc?"
"Princess! You're not afraid of me, are you?"