"Very clearly, Mr. Burgomaster."
"Without closing your eyes?"
"Yes, Mr. Burgomaster—my eyes were wide open. There was plenty of moonlight."
"What form did it have?"
"The form of a small man."
"Good!"
And turning toward a glass door at the left:
"Katel!" cried the burgomaster.
An old serving woman opened the door.
"Sir?"