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It
has
always
been
at
night-time
that
I
have
been
molested
or
threatened
,
or
in
some
way
in
danger
or
in
fear
.
I
have
not
yet
seen
the
Count
in
the
daylight
.
Can
it
be
that
he
sleeps
when
others
wake
,
that
he
may
be
awake
whilst
they
sleep
?
If
I
could
only
get
into
his
room
!
But
there
is
no
possible
way
.
The
door
is
always
locked
,
no
way
for
me
.
Yes
,
there
is
a
way
,
if
one
dares
to
take
it
.
Where
his
body
has
gone
why
may
not
another
body
go
?
I
have
seen
him
myself
crawl
from
his
window
.
Why
should
not
I
imitate
him
,
and
go
in
by
his
window
?
The
chances
are
desperate
,
but
my
need
is
more
desperate
still
.
I
shall
risk
it
.
At
the
worst
it
can
only
be
death
,
and
a
man
's
death
is
not
a
calf
's
,
and
the
dreaded
Hereafter
may
still
be
open
to
me
.
God
help
me
in
my
task
!
Goodbye
,
Mina
,
if
I
fail
.
Goodbye
,
my
faithful
friend
and
second
father
.
Goodbye
,
all
,
and
last
of
all
Mina
!
Same
day
,
later
.
--
I
have
made
the
effort
,
and
God
helping
me
,
have
come
safely
back
to
this
room
.
I
must
put
down
every
detail
in
order
.
I
went
whilst
my
courage
was
fresh
straight
to
the
window
on
the
south
side
,
and
at
once
got
outside
on
this
side
.
The
stones
are
big
and
roughly
cut
,
and
the
mortar
has
by
process
of
time
been
washed
away
between
them
.
I
took
off
my
boots
,
and
ventured
out
on
the
desperate
way
.
I
looked
down
once
,
so
as
to
make
sure
that
a
sudden
glimpse
of
the
awful
depth
would
not
overcome
me
,
but
after
that
kept
my
eyes
away
from
it
.
I
know
pretty
well
the
direction
and
distance
of
the
Count
's
window
,
and
made
for
it
as
well
as
I
could
,
having
regard
to
the
opportunities
available
.
I
did
not
feel
dizzy
,
I
suppose
I
was
too
excited
,
and
the
time
seemed
ridiculously
short
till
I
found
myself
standing
on
the
window
sill
and
trying
to
raise
up
the
sash
.
I
was
filled
with
agitation
,
however
,
when
I
bent
down
and
slid
feet
foremost
in
through
the
window
.
Then
I
looked
around
for
the
Count
,
but
with
surprise
and
gladness
,
made
a
discovery
.
The
room
was
empty
!
It
was
barely
furnished
with
odd
things
,
which
seemed
to
have
never
been
used
.
The
furniture
was
something
the
same
style
as
that
in
the
south
rooms
,
and
was
covered
with
dust
.
I
looked
for
the
key
,
but
it
was
not
in
the
lock
,
and
I
could
not
find
it
anywhere
.
The
only
thing
I
found
was
a
great
heap
of
gold
in
one
corner
,
gold
of
all
kinds
,
Roman
,
and
British
,
and
Austrian
,
and
Hungarian
,
and
Greek
and
Turkish
money
,
covered
with
a
film
of
dust
,
as
though
it
had
lain
long
in
the
ground
.
None
of
it
that
I
noticed
was
less
than
three
hundred
years
old
.
There
were
also
chains
and
ornaments
,
some
jewelled
,
but
all
of
them
old
and
stained
.
At
one
corner
of
the
room
was
a
heavy
door
.
I
tried
it
,
for
,
since
I
could
not
find
the
key
of
the
room
or
the
key
of
the
outer
door
,
which
was
the
main
object
of
my
search
,
I
must
make
further
examination
,
or
all
my
efforts
would
be
in
vain
.
It
was
open
,
and
led
through
a
stone
passage
to
a
circular
stairway
,
which
went
steeply
down
.
I
descended
,
minding
carefully
where
I
went
for
the
stairs
were
dark
,
being
only
lit
by
loopholes
in
the
heavy
masonry
.
At
the
bottom
there
was
a
dark
,
tunnel-like
passage
,
through
which
came
a
deathly
,
sickly
odour
,
the
odour
of
old
earth
newly
turned
.
As
I
went
through
the
passage
the
smell
grew
closer
and
heavier
.
At
last
I
pulled
open
a
heavy
door
which
stood
ajar
,
and
found
myself
in
an
old
ruined
chapel
,
which
had
evidently
been
used
as
a
graveyard
.
The
roof
was
broken
,
and
in
two
places
were
steps
leading
to
vaults
,
but
the
ground
had
recently
been
dug
over
,
and
the
earth
placed
in
great
wooden
boxes
,
manifestly
those
which
had
been
brought
by
the
Slovaks
.
There
was
nobody
about
,
and
I
made
a
search
over
every
inch
of
the
ground
,
so
as
not
to
lose
a
chance
.
I
went
down
even
into
the
vaults
,
where
the
dim
light
struggled
,
although
to
do
so
was
a
dread
to
my
very
soul
.
Into
two
of
these
I
went
,
but
saw
nothing
except
fragments
of
old
coffins
and
piles
of
dust
.
In
the
third
,
however
,
I
made
a
discovery
.
There
,
in
one
of
the
great
boxes
,
of
which
there
were
fifty
in
all
,
on
a
pile
of
newly
dug
earth
,
lay
the
Count
!
He
was
either
dead
or
asleep
.
I
could
not
say
which
,
for
eyes
were
open
and
stony
,
but
without
the
glassiness
of
death
,
and
the
cheeks
had
the
warmth
of
life
through
all
their
pallor
.
The
lips
were
as
red
as
ever
.
But
there
was
no
sign
of
movement
,
no
pulse
,
no
breath
,
no
beating
of
the
heart
.
