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For some days neither Auberthal nor I spoke of our adventure with the Stone Rider. But at last, one evening before dinner he came to me in my room.
"I shall go down into the study to-night," he said, "and see what really happens. Will you come too?"
"Yes. The noise at night still goes on?"
"Regularly every night. Bazarac, I mean to get to the bottom of this mystery."
"All right. I shall be charmed if you can prove the whole thing a hoax, but—"
"But what?"
"I don't think you will."
He considered for a moment.
"I don't think I shall either," he said, as he left me.