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Q
.
"
Did
it
not
occur
to
you
that
the
musician
might
be
hiding
behind
that
very
heap
of
bones
?
"
R
.
"
It
was
the
one
thought
that
did
occur
to
me
,
monsieur
,
so
much
so
that
I
omitted
to
follow
Mlle
.
Daae
,
when
she
stood
up
and
walked
slowly
to
the
gate
.
She
was
so
much
absorbed
just
then
that
I
am
not
surprised
that
she
did
not
see
me
.
"
Q
.
"
Then
what
happened
that
you
were
found
in
the
morning
lying
half
-
dead
on
the
steps
of
the
high
altar
?
"
R
.
"
First
a
skull
rolled
to
my
feet
.
.
.
then
another
.
.
.
then
another
.
.
.
It
was
as
if
I
were
the
mark
of
that
ghastly
game
of
bowls
.
And
I
had
an
idea
that
false
step
must
have
destroyed
the
balance
of
the
structure
behind
which
our
musician
was
concealed
.
This
surmise
seemed
to
be
confirmed
when
I
saw
a
shadow
suddenly
glide
along
the
sacristy
wall
.
I
ran
up
.
The
shadow
had
already
pushed
open
the
door
and
entered
the
church
.
But
I
was
quicker
than
the
shadow
and
caught
hold
of
a
corner
of
its
cloak
.
At
that
moment
,
we
were
just
in
front
of
the
high
altar
;
and
the
moonbeams
fell
straight
upon
us
through
the
stained
-
glass
windows
of
the
apse
.
As
I
did
not
let
go
of
the
cloak
,
the
shadow
turned
round
;
and
I
saw
a
terrible
death
’
s
head
,
which
darted
a
look
at
me
from
a
pair
of
scorching
eyes
I
felt
as
if
I
were
face
to
face
with
Satan
;
and
,
in
the
presence
of
this
unearthly
apparition
,
my
heart
gave
way
,
my
courage
failed
me
.
.
.
and
I
remember
nothing
more
until
I
recovered
consciousness
at
the
Setting
Sun
.
"
We
left
M
.
Firmin
Richard
and
M
.
Armand
Moncharmin
at
the
moment
when
they
were
deciding
"
to
look
into
that
little
matter
of
Box
Five
.
"
Leaving
behind
them
the
broad
staircase
which
leads
from
the
lobby
outside
the
managers
’
offices
to
the
stage
and
its
dependencies
,
they
crossed
the
stage
,
went
out
by
the
subscribers
’
door
and
entered
the
house
through
the
first
little
passage
on
the
left
.
Then
they
made
their
way
through
the
front
rows
of
stalls
and
looked
at
Box
Five
on
the
grand
tier
,
They
could
not
see
it
well
,
because
it
was
half
in
darkness
and
because
great
covers
were
flung
over
the
red
velvet
of
the
ledges
of
all
the
boxes
.
They
were
almost
alone
in
the
huge
,
gloomy
house
;
and
a
great
silence
surrounded
them
.
It
was
the
time
when
most
of
the
stage
-
hands
go
out
for
a
drink
.
The
staff
had
left
the
boards
for
the
moment
,
leaving
a
scene
half
set
.
A
few
rays
of
light
,
a
wan
,
sinister
light
,
that
seemed
to
have
been
stolen
from
an
expiring
luminary
,
fell
through
some
opening
or
other
upon
an
old
tower
that
raised
its
pasteboard
battlements
on
the
stage
;
everything
,
in
this
deceptive
light
,
adopted
a
fantastic
shape
.
In
the
orchestra
stalls
,
the
drugget
covering
them
looked
like
an
angry
sea
,
whose
glaucous
waves
had
been
suddenly
rendered
stationary
by
a
secret
order
from
the
storm
phantom
,
who
,
as
everybody
knows
,
is
called
Adamastor
.
MM
.
Moncharmin
and
Richard
were
the
shipwrecked
mariners
amid
this
motionless
turmoil
of
a
calico
sea
.
They
made
for
the
left
boxes
,
plowing
their
way
like
sailors
who
leave
their
ship
and
try
to
struggle
to
the
shore
.
The
eight
great
polished
columns
stood
up
in
the
dusk
like
so
many
huge
piles
supporting
the
threatening
,
crumbling
,
big
-
bellied
cliffs
whose
layers
were
represented
by
the
circular
,
parallel
,
waving
lines
of
the
balconies
of
the
grand
,
first
and
second
tiers
of
boxes
.
At
the
top
,
right
on
top
of
the
cliff
,
lost
in
M
.
Lenepveu
’
s
copper
ceiling
,
figures
grinned
and
grimaced
,
laughed
and
jeered
at
MM
.
Richard
and
Moncharmin
’
s
distress
.
And
yet
these
figures
were
usually
very
serious
.
Their
names
were
Isis
,
Amphitrite
,
Hebe
,
Pandora
,
Psyche
,
Thetis
,
Pomona
,
Daphne
,
Clytie
,
Galatea
and
Arethusa
.
Yes
,
Arethusa
herself
and
Pandora
,
whom
we
all
know
by
her
box
,
looked
down
upon
the
two
new
managers
of
the
Opera
,
who
ended
by
clutching
at
some
piece
of
wreckage
and
from
there
stared
silently
at
Box
Five
on
the
grand
tier
.
I
have
said
that
they
were
distressed
.
At
least
,
I
presume
so
.
M
.
Moncharmin
,
in
any
case
,
admits
that
he
was
impressed
.
To
quote
his
own
words
,
in
his
Memoirs
:
