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When
the
Shah
-
in
-
Shah
found
himself
the
possessor
of
this
gem
,
he
ordered
Erik
’
s
yellow
eyes
to
be
put
out
.
But
he
reflected
that
,
even
when
blind
,
Erik
would
still
be
able
to
build
so
remarkable
a
house
for
another
sovereign
;
and
also
that
,
as
long
as
Erik
was
alive
,
some
one
would
know
the
secret
of
the
wonderful
palace
.
Erik
’
s
death
was
decided
upon
,
together
with
that
of
all
the
laborers
who
had
worked
under
his
orders
.
The
execution
of
this
abominable
decree
devolved
upon
the
daroga
of
Mazenderan
.
Erik
had
shown
him
some
slight
services
and
procured
him
many
a
hearty
laugh
.
He
saved
Erik
by
providing
him
with
the
means
of
escape
,
but
nearly
paid
with
his
head
for
his
generous
indulgence
.
Fortunately
for
the
daroga
,
a
corpse
,
half
-
eaten
by
the
birds
of
prey
,
was
found
on
the
shore
of
the
Caspian
Sea
,
and
was
taken
for
Erik
’
s
body
,
because
the
daroga
’
s
friends
had
dressed
the
remains
in
clothing
that
belonged
to
Erik
.
The
daroga
was
let
off
with
the
loss
of
the
imperial
favor
,
the
confiscation
of
his
property
and
an
order
of
perpetual
banishment
.
As
a
member
of
the
Royal
House
,
however
,
he
continued
to
receive
a
monthly
pension
of
a
few
hundred
francs
from
the
Persian
treasury
;
and
on
this
he
came
to
live
in
Paris
.
As
for
Erik
,
he
went
to
Asia
Minor
and
thence
to
Constantinople
,
where
he
entered
the
Sultan
’
s
employment
.
In
explanation
of
the
services
which
he
was
able
to
render
a
monarch
haunted
by
perpetual
terrors
,
I
need
only
say
that
it
was
Erik
who
constructed
all
the
famous
trap
-
doors
and
secret
chambers
and
mysterious
strong
-
boxes
which
were
found
at
Yildiz
-
Kiosk
after
the
last
Turkish
revolution
.
He
also
invented
those
automata
,
dressed
like
the
Sultan
and
resembling
the
Sultan
in
all
respects
,
which
made
people
believe
that
the
Commander
of
the
Faithful
was
awake
at
one
place
,
when
,
in
reality
,
he
was
asleep
elsewhere
.
Of
course
,
he
had
to
leave
the
Sultan
’
s
service
for
the
same
reasons
that
made
him
fly
from
Persia
:
he
knew
too
much
.
Then
,
tired
of
his
adventurous
,
formidable
and
monstrous
life
,
he
longed
to
be
some
one
"
like
everybody
else
.
"
And
he
became
a
contractor
,
like
any
ordinary
contractor
,
building
ordinary
houses
with
ordinary
bricks
.
He
tendered
for
part
of
the
foundations
in
the
Opera
.
His
estimate
was
accepted
.
When
he
found
himself
in
the
cellars
of
the
enormous
playhouse
,
his
artistic
,
fantastic
,
wizard
nature
resumed
the
upper
hand
.
Besides
,
was
he
not
as
ugly
as
ever
?
He
dreamed
of
creating
for
his
own
use
a
dwelling
unknown
to
the
rest
of
the
earth
,
where
he
could
hide
from
men
’
s
eyes
for
all
time
.
The
reader
knows
and
guesses
the
rest
.
It
is
all
in
keeping
with
this
incredible
and
yet
veracious
story
.
Poor
,
unhappy
Erik
!
Shall
we
pity
him
?
Shall
we
curse
him
?
He
asked
only
to
be
"
some
one
,
"
like
everybody
else
.
But
he
was
too
ugly
!
And
he
had
to
hide
his
genius
OR
USE
IT
TO
PLAY
TRICKS
WITH
,
when
,
with
an
ordinary
face
,
he
would
have
been
one
of
the
most
distinguished
of
mankind
!
He
had
a
heart
that
could
have
held
the
empire
of
the
world
;
and
,
in
the
end
,
he
had
to
content
himself
with
a
cellar
.
Ah
,
yes
,
we
must
needs
pity
the
Opera
ghost
.
I
have
prayed
over
his
mortal
remains
,
that
God
might
show
him
mercy
notwithstanding
his
crimes
Yes
,
I
am
sure
,
quite
sure
that
I
prayed
beside
his
body
,
the
other
day
,
when
they
took
it
from
the
spot
where
they
were
burying
the
phonographic
records
.
It
was
his
skeleton
.
I
did
not
recognize
it
by
the
ugliness
of
the
head
,
for
all
men
are
ugly
when
they
have
been
dead
as
long
as
that
,
but
by
the
plain
gold
ring
which
he
wore
and
which
Christine
Daae
had
certainly
slipped
on
his
finger
,
when
she
came
to
bury
him
in
accordance
with
her
promise
.
The
skeleton
was
lying
near
the
little
well
,
in
the
place
where
the
Angel
of
Music
first
held
Christine
Daae
fainting
in
his
trembling
arms
,
on
the
night
when
he
carried
her
down
to
the
cellars
of
the
opera
-
house
.
And
,
now
,
what
do
they
mean
to
do
with
that
skeleton
?
Surely
they
will
not
bury
it
in
the
common
grave
!
.
.
.
I
say
that
the
place
of
the
skeleton
of
the
Opera
ghost
is
in
the
archives
of
the
National
Academy
of
Music
.
It
is
no
ordinary
skeleton
.
