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But
it
was
evidently
many
a
day
since
the
case
had
been
there
.
I
drew
back
behind
the
stonework
,
and
looked
carefully
out
.
What
I
saw
was
the
Count
's
head
coming
out
from
the
window
.
I
did
not
see
the
face
,
but
I
knew
the
man
by
the
neck
and
the
movement
of
his
back
and
arms
.
In
any
case
I
could
not
mistake
the
hands
which
I
had
had
some
many
opportunities
of
studying
.
I
was
at
first
interested
and
somewhat
amused
,
for
it
is
wonderful
how
small
a
matter
will
interest
and
amuse
a
man
when
he
is
a
prisoner
.
But
my
very
feelings
changed
to
repulsion
and
terror
when
I
saw
the
whole
man
slowly
emerge
from
the
window
and
begin
to
crawl
down
the
castle
wall
over
the
dreadful
abyss
,
face
down
with
his
cloak
spreading
out
around
him
like
great
wings
.
At
first
I
could
not
believe
my
eyes
.
I
thought
it
was
some
trick
of
the
moonlight
,
some
weird
effect
of
shadow
,
but
I
kept
looking
,
and
it
could
be
no
delusion
.
I
saw
the
fingers
and
toes
grasp
the
corners
of
the
stones
,
worn
clear
of
the
mortar
by
the
stress
of
years
,
and
by
thus
using
every
projection
and
inequality
move
downwards
with
considerable
speed
,
just
as
a
lizard
moves
along
a
wall
.
What
manner
of
man
is
this
,
or
what
manner
of
creature
,
is
it
in
the
semblance
of
man
?
I
feel
the
dread
of
this
horrible
place
overpowering
me
.
I
am
in
fear
,
in
awful
fear
,
and
there
is
no
escape
for
me
.
I
am
encompassed
about
with
terrors
that
I
dare
not
think
of
.
15
May
.
--
Once
more
I
have
seen
the
count
go
out
in
his
lizard
fashion
.
He
moved
downwards
in
a
sidelong
way
,
some
hundred
feet
down
,
and
a
good
deal
to
the
left
.
He
vanished
into
some
hole
or
window
.
When
his
head
had
disappeared
,
I
leaned
out
to
try
and
see
more
,
but
without
avail
.
The
distance
was
too
great
to
allow
a
proper
angle
of
sight
.
I
knew
he
had
left
the
castle
now
,
and
thought
to
use
the
opportunity
to
explore
more
than
I
had
dared
to
do
as
yet
.
I
went
back
to
the
room
,
and
taking
a
lamp
,
tried
all
the
doors
.
They
were
all
locked
,
as
I
had
expected
,
and
the
locks
were
comparatively
new
.
But
I
went
down
the
stone
stairs
to
the
hall
where
I
had
entered
originally
.
I
found
I
could
pull
back
the
bolts
easily
enough
and
unhook
the
great
chains
.
But
the
door
was
locked
,
and
the
key
was
gone
!
That
key
must
be
in
the
Count
's
room
.
I
must
watch
should
his
door
be
unlocked
,
so
that
I
may
get
it
and
escape
.
I
went
on
to
make
a
thorough
examination
of
the
various
stairs
and
passages
,
and
to
try
the
doors
that
opened
from
them
.
One
or
two
small
rooms
near
the
hall
were
open
,
but
there
was
nothing
to
see
in
them
except
old
furniture
,
dusty
with
age
and
moth-eaten
.
At
last
,
however
,
I
found
one
door
at
the
top
of
the
stairway
which
,
though
it
seemed
locked
,
gave
a
little
under
pressure
.
I
tried
it
harder
,
and
found
that
it
was
not
really
locked
,
but
that
the
resistance
came
from
the
fact
that
the
hinges
had
fallen
somewhat
,
and
the
heavy
door
rested
on
the
floor
.
Here
was
an
opportunity
which
I
might
not
have
again
,
so
I
exerted
myself
,
and
with
many
efforts
forced
it
back
so
that
I
could
enter
.
I
was
now
in
a
wing
of
the
castle
further
to
the
right
than
the
rooms
I
knew
and
a
storey
lower
down
.
From
the
windows
I
could
see
that
the
suite
of
rooms
lay
along
to
the
south
of
the
castle
,
the
windows
of
the
end
room
looking
out
both
west
and
south
.
On
the
latter
side
,
as
well
as
to
the
former
,
there
was
a
great
precipice
.
The
castle
was
built
on
the
corner
of
a
great
rock
,
so
that
on
three
sides
it
was
quite
impregnable
,
and
great
windows
were
placed
here
where
sling
,
or
bow
,
or
culverin
could
not
reach
,
and
consequently
light
and
comfort
,
impossible
to
a
position
which
had
to
be
guarded
,
were
secured
.
To
the
west
was
a
great
valley
,
and
then
,
rising
far
away
,
great
jagged
mountain
fastnesses
,
rising
peak
on
peak
,
the
sheer
rock
studded
with
mountain
ash
and
thorn
,
whose
roots
clung
in
cracks
and
crevices
and
crannies
of
the
stone
.
This
was
evidently
the
portion
of
the
castle
occupied
by
the
ladies
in
bygone
days
,
for
the
furniture
had
more
an
air
of
comfort
than
any
I
had
seen
.
The
windows
were
curtainless
,
and
the
yellow
moonlight
,
flooding
in
through
the
diamond
panes
,
enabled
one
to
see
even
colours
,
whilst
it
softened
the
wealth
of
dust
which
lay
over
all
and
disguised
in
some
measure
the
ravages
of
time
and
moth
.
My
lamp
seemed
to
be
of
little
effect
in
the
brilliant
moonlight
,
but
I
was
glad
to
have
it
with
me
,
for
there
was
a
dread
loneliness
in
the
place
which
chilled
my
heart
and
made
my
nerves
tremble
.
Still
,
it
was
better
than
living
alone
in
the
rooms
which
I
had
come
to
hate
from
the
presence
of
the
Count
,
and
after
trying
a
little
to
school
my
nerves
,
I
found
a
soft
quietude
come
over
me
.
Here
I
am
,
sitting
at
a
little
oak
table
where
in
old
times
possibly
some
fair
lady
sat
to
pen
,
with
much
thought
and
many
blushes
,
her
ill-spelt
love
letter
,
and
writing
in
my
diary
in
shorthand
all
that
has
happened
since
I
closed
it
last
.
It
is
the
nineteenth
century
up-to-date
with
a
vengeance
.
And
yet
,
unless
my
senses
deceive
me
,
the
old
centuries
had
,
and
have
,
powers
of
their
own
which
mere
"
modernity
"
can
not
kill
.
Later
:
The
morning
of
16
May
.
--
God
preserve
my
sanity
,
for
to
this
I
am
reduced
.
Safety
and
the
assurance
of
safety
are
things
of
the
past
.
Whilst
I
live
on
here
there
is
but
one
thing
to
hope
for
,
that
I
may
not
go
mad
,
if
,
indeed
,
I
be
not
mad
already
.
If
I
be
sane
,
then
surely
it
is
maddening
to
think
that
of
all
the
foul
things
that
lurk
in
this
hateful
place
the
Count
is
the
least
dreadful
to
me
,
that
to
him
alone
I
can
look
for
safety
,
even
though
this
be
only
whilst
I
can
serve
his
purpose
.
Great
God
!
Merciful
God
,
let
me
be
calm
,
for
out
of
that
way
lies
madness
indeed
.
I
begin
to
get
new
lights
on
certain
things
which
have
puzzled
me
.
Up
to
now
I
never
quite
knew
what
Shakespeare
meant
when
he
made
Hamlet
say
,
"
My
tablets
!
Quick
,
my
tablets
!
'
tis
meet
that
I
put
it
down
,
"
etc.
,
For
now
,
feeling
as
though
my
own
brain
were
unhinged
or
as
if
the
shock
had
come
which
must
end
in
its
undoing
,
I
turn
to
my
diary
for
repose
.
The
habit
of
entering
accurately
must
help
to
soothe
me
.
The
Count
's
mysterious
warning
frightened
me
at
the
time
.
It
frightens
me
more
not
when
I
think
of
it
,
for
in
the
future
he
has
a
fearful
hold
upon
me
.
I
shall
fear
to
doubt
what
he
may
say
!
