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Raoul
turned
to
the
luminous
aperture
.
Then
he
saw
the
Persian
,
who
was
still
on
his
knees
,
hang
by
his
hands
from
the
rim
of
the
opening
,
with
his
pistol
between
his
teeth
,
and
slide
into
the
cellar
below
.
Curiously
enough
,
the
viscount
had
absolute
confidence
in
the
Persian
,
though
he
knew
nothing
about
him
.
His
emotion
when
speaking
of
the
"
monster
"
struck
him
as
sincere
;
and
,
if
the
Persian
had
cherished
any
sinister
designs
against
him
,
he
would
not
have
armed
him
with
his
own
hands
.
Besides
,
Raoul
must
reach
Christine
at
all
costs
.
He
therefore
went
on
his
knees
also
and
hung
from
the
trap
with
both
hands
.
"
Let
go
!
"
said
a
voice
.
And
he
dropped
into
the
arms
of
the
Persian
,
who
told
him
to
lie
down
flat
,
closed
the
trap
-
door
above
him
and
crouched
down
beside
him
.
Raoul
tried
to
ask
a
question
,
but
the
Persian
’
s
hand
was
on
his
mouth
and
he
heard
a
voice
which
he
recognized
as
that
of
the
commissary
of
police
.
Raoul
and
the
Persian
were
completely
hidden
behind
a
wooden
partition
.
Near
them
,
a
small
staircase
led
to
a
little
room
in
which
the
commissary
appeared
to
be
walking
up
and
down
,
asking
questions
.
The
faint
light
was
just
enough
to
enable
Raoul
to
distinguish
the
shape
of
things
around
him
.
And
he
could
not
restrain
a
dull
cry
:
there
were
three
corpses
there
.
The
first
lay
on
the
narrow
landing
of
the
little
staircase
;
the
two
others
had
rolled
to
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
.
Raoul
could
have
touched
one
of
the
two
poor
wretches
by
passing
his
fingers
through
the
partition
.
"
Silence
!
"
whispered
the
Persian
.
He
too
had
seen
the
bodies
and
he
gave
one
word
in
explanation
:
"
HE
!
"
