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I
worked
the
stone
,
and
we
jumped
into
the
house
which
Erik
had
built
himself
in
the
double
case
of
the
foundation
-
walls
of
the
Opera
.
And
this
was
the
easiest
thing
in
the
world
for
him
to
do
,
because
Erik
was
one
of
the
chief
contractors
under
Philippe
Garnier
,
the
architect
of
the
Opera
,
and
continued
to
work
by
himself
when
the
works
were
officially
suspended
,
during
the
war
,
the
siege
of
Paris
and
the
Commune
.
I
knew
my
Erik
too
well
to
feel
at
all
comfortable
on
jumping
into
his
house
.
I
knew
what
he
had
made
of
a
certain
palace
at
Mazenderan
.
From
being
the
most
honest
building
conceivable
,
he
soon
turned
it
into
a
house
of
the
very
devil
,
where
you
could
not
utter
a
word
but
it
was
overheard
or
repeated
by
an
echo
.
With
his
trap
-
doors
the
monster
was
responsible
for
endless
tragedies
of
all
kinds
.
He
hit
upon
astonishing
inventions
.
Of
these
,
the
most
curious
,
horrible
and
dangerous
was
the
so
-
called
torture
-
chamber
.
Except
in
special
cases
,
when
the
little
sultana
amused
herself
by
inflicting
suffering
upon
some
unoffending
citizen
,
no
one
was
let
into
it
but
wretches
condemned
to
death
.
And
,
even
then
,
when
these
had
"
had
enough
,
"
they
were
always
at
liberty
to
put
an
end
to
themselves
with
a
Punjab
lasso
or
bowstring
,
left
for
their
use
at
the
foot
of
an
iron
tree
.
My
alarm
,
therefore
,
was
great
when
I
saw
that
the
room
into
which
M
.
le
Vicomte
de
Chagny
and
I
had
dropped
was
an
exact
copy
of
the
torture
-
chamber
of
the
rosy
hours
of
Mazenderan
.
At
our
feet
,
I
found
the
Punjab
lasso
which
I
had
been
dreading
all
the
evening
I
was
convinced
that
this
rope
had
already
done
duty
for
Joseph
Buquet
,
who
,
like
myself
,
must
have
caught
Erik
one
evening
working
the
stone
in
the
third
cellar
.
He
probably
tried
it
in
his
turn
,
fell
into
the
torture
-
chamber
and
only
left
it
hanged
.
I
can
well
imagine
Erik
dragging
the
body
,
in
order
to
get
rid
of
it
,
to
the
scene
from
the
Roi
de
Lahore
,
and
hanging
it
there
as
an
example
,
or
to
increase
the
superstitious
terror
that
was
to
help
him
in
guarding
the
approaches
to
his
lair
!
Then
,
upon
reflection
,
Erik
went
back
to
fetch
the
Punjab
lasso
,
which
is
very
curiously
made
out
of
catgut
,
and
which
might
have
set
an
examining
magistrate
thinking
.
This
explains
the
disappearance
of
the
rope
.
And
now
I
discovered
the
lasso
,
at
our
feet
,
in
the
torture
-
chamber
!
.
.
.
I
am
no
coward
,
but
a
cold
sweat
covered
my
forehead
as
I
moved
the
little
red
disk
of
my
lantern
over
the
walls
.
M
.
de
Chagny
noticed
it
and
asked
:
"
What
is
the
matter
,
sir
?
"
I
made
him
a
violent
sign
to
be
silent
.
THE
PERSIAN
’
S
NARRATIVE
CONTINUED
We
were
in
the
middle
of
a
little
six
-
cornered
room
,
the
sides
of
which
were
covered
with
mirrors
from
top
to
bottom
.
In
the
corners
,
we
could
clearly
see
the
"
joins
"
in
the
glasses
,
the
segments
intended
to
turn
on
their
gear
;
yes
,
I
recognized
them
and
I
recognized
the
iron
tree
in
the
corner
,
at
the
bottom
of
one
of
those
segments
.
.
.
the
iron
tree
,
with
its
iron
branch
,
for
the
hanged
men
.
