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"
"
He
is
a
friend
of
the
government
representative
’
s
!
"
Mercier
ventured
to
say
.
"
And
he
takes
his
vermouth
at
Tortoni
’
s
with
Lagrene
,
Scholl
and
Pertuiset
,
the
lion
-
hunter
,
"
added
Moncharmin
.
"
We
shall
have
the
whole
press
against
us
!
He
’
ll
tell
the
story
of
the
ghost
;
and
everybody
will
be
laughing
at
our
expense
!
We
may
as
well
be
dead
as
ridiculous
!
"
"
All
right
,
say
no
more
about
it
.
"
At
that
moment
the
door
opened
.
It
must
have
been
deserted
by
its
usual
Cerberus
,
for
Mme
.
Giry
entered
without
ceremony
,
holding
a
letter
in
her
hand
,
and
said
hurriedly
:
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
excuse
me
,
gentlemen
,
but
I
had
a
letter
this
morning
from
the
Opera
ghost
.
He
told
me
to
come
to
you
,
that
you
had
something
to
.
.
.
"
She
did
not
complete
the
sentence
.
She
saw
Firmin
Richard
’
s
face
;
and
it
was
a
terrible
sight
.
He
seemed
ready
to
burst
.
He
said
nothing
,
he
could
not
speak
.
But
suddenly
he
acted
.
First
,
his
left
arm
seized
upon
the
quaint
person
of
Mme
.
Giry
and
made
her
describe
so
unexpected
a
semicircle
that
she
uttered
a
despairing
cry
.
Next
,
his
right
foot
imprinted
its
sole
on
the
black
taffeta
of
a
skirt
which
certainly
had
never
before
undergone
a
similar
outrage
in
a
similar
place
.
The
thing
happened
so
quickly
that
Mme
.
Giry
,
when
in
the
passage
,
was
still
quite
bewildered
and
seemed
not
to
understand
.
But
,
suddenly
,
she
understood
;
and
the
Opera
rang
with
her
indignant
yells
,
her
violent
protests
and
threats
.
About
the
same
time
,
Carlotta
,
who
had
a
small
house
of
her
own
in
the
Rue
du
Faubourg
St
.
Honore
,
rang
for
her
maid
,
who
brought
her
letters
to
her
bed
.
Among
them
was
an
anonymous
missive
,
written
in
red
ink
,
in
a
hesitating
,
clumsy
hand
,
which
ran
:
If
you
appear
to
-
night
,
you
must
be
prepared
for
a
great
misfortune
at
the
moment
when
you
open
your
mouth
to
sing
.
.
.
a
misfortune
worse
than
death
.
