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The
flowing
day
passed
without
any
remarkable
incident
.
Gryphus
made
his
three
visits
,
and
discovered
nothing
.
He
never
came
at
the
same
hours
as
he
hoped
thus
to
discover
the
secrets
of
the
prisoner
.
Van
Baerle
,
therefore
,
had
devised
a
contrivance
,
a
sort
of
pulley
,
by
means
of
which
he
was
able
to
lower
or
to
raise
his
jug
below
the
ledge
of
tiles
and
stone
before
his
window
.
The
strings
by
which
this
was
effected
he
had
found
means
to
cover
with
that
moss
which
generally
grows
on
tiles
,
or
in
the
crannies
of
the
walls
.
Gryphus
suspected
nothing
,
and
the
device
succeeded
for
eight
days
.
One
morning
,
however
,
when
Cornelius
,
absorbed
in
the
contemplation
of
his
bulb
,
from
which
a
germ
of
vegetation
was
already
peeping
forth
,
had
not
heard
old
Gryphus
coming
upstairs
as
a
gale
of
wind
was
blowing
which
shook
the
whole
tower
,
the
door
suddenly
opened
.
Gryphus
,
perceiving
an
unknown
and
consequently
a
forbidden
object
in
the
hands
of
his
prisoner
,
pounced
upon
it
with
the
same
rapidity
as
the
hawk
on
its
prey
.
As
ill
luck
would
have
it
,
his
coarse
,
hard
hand
,
the
same
which
he
had
broken
,
and
which
Cornelius
van
Baerle
had
set
so
well
,
grasped
at
once
in
the
midst
of
the
jug
,
on
the
spot
where
the
bulb
was
lying
in
the
soil
.
"
What
have
you
got
here
?
"
he
roared
.
"
Ah
!
have
I
caught
you
?
"
and
with
this
he
grabbed
in
the
soil
.
"
I
?
nothing
,
nothing
,
"
cried
Cornelius
,
trembling
.
"
Ah
!
have
I
caught
you
?
a
jug
and
earth
in
it
There
is
some
criminal
secret
at
the
bottom
of
all
this
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
good
Master
Gryphus
,
"
said
Van
Baerle
,
imploringly
,
and
anxious
as
the
partridge
robbed
of
her
young
by
the
reaper
.
In
fact
,
Gryphus
was
beginning
to
dig
the
soil
with
his
crooked
fingers
.
