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- The spiral stair was as black as pitch, and Smith was slowly making his
- way down its irregular steps, when he was suddenly conscious that
- something had passed him in the darkness. There was a faint sound, a
- whiff of air, a light brushing past his elbow, but so slight that he
- could scarcely be certain of it. He stopped and listened, but the wind
- was rustling among the ivy outside, and he could hear nothing else.
- "Is that you, Styles?" he shouted.
- There was no answer, and all was still behind him. It must have been a
- sudden gust of air, for there were crannies and cracks in the old
- turret.
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