It was. It was growing dark with unusual rapidity. Arthur went to
his window, and looked out.

"Funny," he remarked in a moment or two. "Things don't look just
right, down there, somehow. There are very few people about."

He watched in growing amazement. Lights came on in the streets
below, but none of the buildings lighted up. It grew darker and
darker.

"It shouldn't be dark at this hour!" Arthur exclaimed.

Estelle went to the window by his side.

"It looks awfully queer," she agreed. "It must be an eclipse
or something."

They heard doors open in the hall outside, and Arthur ran out. The
halls were beginning to fill with excited people.

"What on earth's the matter?" asked a worried stenographer.

"Probably an eclipse," replied Arthur. "Only it's odd we didn't
read about it in the papers."

He glanced along the corridor. No one else seemed better informed
than he, and he went back into his office.

Estelle turned from the window as he appeared.