At least nothing more important than the ordinary manifestations attendant upon magic.

The lamp had tremulously gone out.

Coloured flames danced about the Stranger's head.
One felt the thrill of a purring cat against one's ankles, one saw its green eyes glare.

But these things hardly counted.
It was all over.

The Mayor was heard cracking his fingers, and whispering "Puss, Puss." The lamp relighted itself.