There were no windows in room 2 of the Silver Queen Hotel. That’s why the notice on the door warning against lighting cigarettes or matches made me so anxious. Should there be a conflagration–not necessarily something of the caliber that razed this city to the ground in 1875, but something localized right here in my own room–well, I’d be a goner. Just another ghost roaming the streets of Virginia City, Nevada. And though that might give me the p…