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"
Certainly
!
Gabriel
told
me
so
himself
.
That
’
s
what
he
knew
him
by
.
Gabriel
was
in
the
stage
-
manager
’
s
office
.
Suddenly
the
door
opened
and
the
Persian
entered
.
You
know
the
Persian
has
the
evil
eye
—
—
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
"
answered
the
little
ballet
-
girls
in
chorus
,
warding
off
ill
-
luck
by
pointing
their
forefinger
and
little
finger
at
the
absent
Persian
,
while
their
second
and
third
fingers
were
bent
on
the
palm
and
held
down
by
the
thumb
.
"
And
you
know
how
superstitious
Gabriel
is
,
"
continued
Jammes
.
"
However
,
he
is
always
polite
.
When
he
meets
the
Persian
,
he
just
puts
his
hand
in
his
pocket
and
touches
his
keys
.
Well
,
the
moment
the
Persian
appeared
in
the
doorway
,
Gabriel
gave
one
jump
from
his
chair
to
the
lock
of
the
cupboard
,
so
as
to
touch
iron
!
In
doing
so
,
he
tore
a
whole
skirt
of
his
overcoat
on
a
nail
.
Hurrying
to
get
out
of
the
room
,
he
banged
his
forehead
against
a
hat
-
peg
and
gave
himself
a
huge
bump
;
then
,
suddenly
stepping
back
,
he
skinned
his
arm
on
the
screen
,
near
the
piano
;
he
tried
to
lean
on
the
piano
,
but
the
lid
fell
on
his
hands
and
crushed
his
fingers
;
he
rushed
out
of
the
office
like
a
madman
,
slipped
on
the
staircase
and
came
down
the
whole
of
the
first
flight
on
his
back
.
I
was
just
passing
with
mother
.
We
picked
him
up
.
He
was
covered
with
bruises
and
his
face
was
all
over
blood
.
We
were
frightened
out
of
our
lives
,
but
,
all
at
once
,
he
began
to
thank
Providence
that
he
had
got
off
so
cheaply
.
Then
he
told
us
what
had
frightened
him
.
He
had
seen
the
ghost
behind
the
Persian
,
THE
GHOST
WITH
THE
DEATH
’
S
HEAD
just
like
Joseph
Buquet
’
s
description
!
"
Jammes
had
told
her
story
ever
so
quickly
,
as
though
the
ghost
were
at
her
heels
,
and
was
quite
out
of
breath
at
the
finish
.
A
silence
followed
,
while
Sorelli
polished
her
nails
in
great
excitement
.
It
was
broken
by
little
Giry
,
who
said
:
"
Joseph
Buquet
would
do
better
to
hold
his
tongue
.
"
"
Why
should
he
hold
his
tongue
?
"
asked
somebody
.
"
That
’
s
mother
’
s
opinion
,
"
replied
Meg
,
lowering
her
voice
and
looking
all
about
her
as
though
fearing
lest
other
ears
than
those
present
might
overhear
.
"
And
why
is
it
your
mother
’
s
opinion
?
"
"
Hush
!
Mother
says
the
ghost
doesn
’
t
like
being
talked
about
.
"
