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Stunned by the wonders already experienced, and vaguely hoping

that the dream would last forever, Code followed the bewhiskered

valet down a narrow passage carpeted with a stuff so thick that

it permitted no sound.

Martin passed several doors--the passage was lighted by small

electrics--and finally paused before one on the right-hand side.

Here he knocked, and apparently receiving an answer, peered into

the room for a moment. Withdrawing his head, he swung the door

open and turned to Schofield.

"Go right in, sir," he said, and Code, eager for new wonders,

stepped past him.

The room was a small sitting-room, lighted softly by inverted

bowl-shaped globes of glass so colored as to bring out the full

value of the pink velours and satin brocades with which the room

was hung and the furniture covered.