his back upon it... and suddenly he felt a hidden door open behind him, and there he was, in a hiding place that no one could ever reach.

The young man entered the hiding place and heard the door slam behind him, and it seemed to him that the player pursuing him was passing his hands over the wood of the door from the other side, hoping to find in it a way into the hiding place.

Then the player moved away, and Rabastens found himself in a dark chamber: was it a vault, or a closet? It was not easy to tell, for the walls left no opening for light. Rabastens decided to leave that place, having thrown his companions off the scent, but he tried in vain to find the door by which he had entered.

He passed his hand over the wall, up and down and across, and it became plain to him that the door had no handle on the inside by which he could pull it. So he began feeling along the other walls, hoping to find some outlet from that hiding place to the world outside. Suddenly his hand fell upon a small cavity; he put his finger into it and pressed, and behold, another door opened before him, leading him into a second chamber, into which one descended by a few steps, and through which filtered a feeble light entering by a narrow opening set high in the wall.

Rabastens went down into the chamber and saw there an old suit of armor hanging on the wall, a large table, and two chairs — and a foul smell filled his nostrils!

One of the two chairs was placed so that whoever entered by the door could see nothing of it but its high back. And someone was seated on that chair!

Rabastens tried to approach it while holding the door so that it should not close behind him, but he could not; the door slammed shut, and it proved that there was no way of opening it from the inside either.

Rabastens let fear find no path to his heart. Was not this person seated on the chair one of the inhabitants of the château?

He approached the chair — and behold, the sitter was a woman, rigid and motionless, her head thrown back against the top of the chair, her hands stretched out along its arms.

She was asleep, no doubt; perhaps she was the caretaker's daughter, who had taken refuge in this place for fear of the rain and the storm — and it would not become a young man to wake her from her sleep!

On the table before her he saw an old book. He took it in his hand, and behold, it was a copy of the Scriptures... the Scriptures as the adherents of the Huguenot faith used to publish them... dating back two hundred years... It was the Bible of the Baron des Adrets, master of the château in ages gone by.

But... what was this?... On the inside page of the cover were a few words, written, or rather scratched, with a bodkin like those the women of the age of Louis XIV used to carry.

And Rabastens read them: "You who enter this room, commend your soul to God, for you shall never leave it, as I have never left it... Lucie de Bracontal!"

A cry of fear and horror burst from the young man's breast! Lucie de Bracontal! This sleeping woman — surely she must wake from her sleep...

The young man sprang toward her, stretched out his hand, and touched her hand... Oh, horror! The fingers he touched were cold and hard as bones... He rushed toward the door,

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