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"
By
the
scorpion
.
"
"
Don
’
t
touch
it
!
"
The
idea
had
come
to
me
—
for
I
knew
my
Erik
—
that
the
monster
had
perhaps
deceived
the
girl
once
more
.
Perhaps
it
was
the
scorpion
that
would
blow
everything
up
.
After
all
,
why
wasn
’
t
he
there
?
The
five
minutes
were
long
past
.
.
.
and
he
was
not
back
.
.
.
Perhaps
he
had
taken
shelter
and
was
waiting
for
the
explosion
!
.
.
.
Why
had
he
not
returned
?
.
.
.
He
could
not
really
expect
Christine
ever
to
consent
to
become
his
voluntary
prey
!
.
.
.
Why
had
he
not
returned
?
"
Don
’
t
touch
the
scorpion
!
"
I
said
.
"
Here
he
comes
!
"
cried
Christine
.
"
I
hear
him
!
Here
he
is
!
"
We
heard
his
steps
approaching
the
Louis
-
Philippe
room
.
He
came
up
to
Christine
,
but
did
not
speak
.
Then
I
raised
my
voice
:
"
Erik
!
It
is
I
!
Do
you
know
me
?
"
With
extraordinary
calmness
,
he
at
once
replied
:
"
So
you
are
not
dead
in
there
?
Well
,
then
,
see
that
you
keep
quiet
.
"
I
tried
to
speak
,
but
he
said
coldly
:
