She led on blindly until a second red light appeared. Followed by her companion, she passed through a door and mounted a long, winding stairway, to find herself at last out in the clear, cool air of night, with a very different sky above, a sky full of stars, all set with a gorgeous, golden moon that did not move, at least not so you could see it.
“Oh,” she breathed, “this is better!”
As Curlie, feeling the cool lake breeze on his cheek, gazed away at the island that lay before him and at the dark waters far and away beyond, he wondered what had really happened, after all.
When they had regained their composure they began an investigation which told them they were on a narrow circular promenade some thirty feet above the surface of the island.
Fortunate for them was the fact that workmen engaged in mounting statues on the ledge had left their scaffold standing.
After a careful survey of the ground below, to make sure that their pursuers had left, they nimbly made their way down to earth and bounded away in a silent race for the car.
To their vast relief they found it unmolested.
“Well,” said Curlie, as they sat once more in the car, with the motor purring, ready for a dash at a moment’s notice, “what about that?”
“That,” said the girl, “is one of the strangest things I ever experienced. But of course,” she laughed softly, “you know what it was.”
“No,” said Curlie, slowly, “I don’t.”