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Reeve, Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin), 1880-1936

"The Dream Doctor"

Lith at once began a thorough search
of the building to ascertain the extent of the depredations. The
search lasted all day, and well into the night. I believe it was
midnight before you finished?"
"It was almost twelve," began the girl, in a musical voice that
was too Parisian to harmonize with her plain Anglo-Saxon name,
"when Dr. Lith was down here in his office checking off the
objects in the catalogue which were either injured or missing. I
had been working in the library. The noise of something like a
shade flapping in the wind attracted my attention. I listened. It
seemed to come from the art-gallery, a large room up-stairs where
some of the greatest masterpieces in this country are hung. I
hurried up there.
"Just as I reached the door a strange feeling seemed to come over
me that I was not alone in that room. I fumbled for the electric
light switch, but in my nervousness could not find it. There was
just enough light in the room to make out objects indistinctly. I
thought I heard a low, moaning sound from an old Flemish copper
ewer near me.


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