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A moment later Countess Lalage came out of her bedroom and swept down the stairs. All signs of her disguise had gone; she was dressed from head to foot in a new and magnificent gown, black set off with red, her diamonds flashed and streamed in the light. Evidently the adventures of the night were not over, for the Countess would not have taken all that trouble had she not expected some one. Their pilot was skillful at coursing in such a direction and at such a height that he could skim low over the water crafts radio mast and come almost to stalling speed while Sandy cast the note overside. "Even so, Madame. I make no idle boast. Before I leave here the name of an innocent man will be cleared." Sandy gave in, and as they walked toward the hangar they discussed the stories that had come out in the news about queer, ghostly noises heard by passers-by on the state road late at night, accounts of the fright the estate caretaker had received when he investigated and saw a queer, bluish glow in the place and was attacked by something seemingly uncanny and not human.