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THE ROCK ISSANP ARGUS. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 17, 1912.
2y Gcaston Leroux
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In the Cellar of the Opera.
"Tour hand hlsb. ready to Are!"
repeated Raoul's companion quickly.
The mall, behind them, baring
completed the circle welch It de
scribed upon lt!elf, closed again; and
the two m-n rtood motionless tor a
moment, holding their breath.
At last, the Persian decided to
make a movement; and Raoul heard
him slip on his knees and feel for
something In the dark with his grop
ing bands. Suddenly, the darkness
was made visible by a small dark
lantern and Kaoul Instlnctly stepped
backward as though to escape the
scrutiny of a secret enemy. But he
soon perceived that the light belonged
to the Persian, whose movements he
was clobely observing. The little red
' disk was turned in every direction
and Haoul saw that the floor, the
walls and the ceiling were all
formed of planking. It must have
been the ordinary road taken by ErlK
to reach Christine's dressing-room
and lmpoxe upon her Innocence.
And Raoul, remembering the Per
sian's remark, thought that it bad
been mysteriously constructed by the
ghost hlmseir. Later, he learned that
Erik had found, all prepared for him.
a secret passage, long known to him'
The stage-msnager's voice echoed
through the cellars. But Mauclair
did not reply.
I have said that a door opened on a
little staircase that led to the second
cellar. The commissary pushed it.
but It resisted.
"I say," be said to the stage-manager,
"I can't open this door; la It
always so difficult?"
The stage-manager forced It open
with bis shoulder. He saw that, at
the same time, he was pushing a hu
man body and be could not keep back:
an exclamation, for be recognised
the body at once.
"Mauclair! Poor devil! He Is
But Mr. Commissary Mifrold, whom
nothing surprised, waB stooping over
that big body.
"No," be said, "be Is dead-drunk,
which is not quite the sane thing."
"It's the first time, If so," said the
'Then some one has given him &
narcotic. That Is quite possible."
Mifrold went down a few steps and
By the ligbt of a little red lantern,
at the foot of the stairs, they saw
two other bodies. The stage-manager
recognized Mauclair's assistants.
Mifrold went down and listened to
self alone and contrived at the time
of the Paris Commune to allow the tnejr breathing.
jailers to convey tneir prisoners ar oun, .., vft ,.
straight to the dungeons that bad ery curtou8 bu6lness: Some per.
son unknown must have Interfered
been constructed for them In the eel
lars; for the Federates bad occupied
the opera-house immediately after the
eighteenth of March and had made a
starting place right at the top for
their Mongolfler balloons, which car
ried their incendiary proclamations to
the departments, and a state prison
right at the bottom.
Tbe Persian went on his knees and
put bis lantern on the ground. He
seemed to be working at the floor; j
and suddenly be turned off bis light.
Then Raoul beard a faint click and i
caw a very pale luminous square in
the floor of tbe passage It was us !
with the gas-man and his staff . . .
and that person unknown was ob
viously working on- behalf of the kid
napper. . . . But what a funny
idea to kidnap a performer on the
stage! . . . Send for tbe doctor
of the theater, please." And Mifrold
repeated, "Curious, decidedly curious
Then he turned to the little room,
addressing the people whom Raoul
and the Persian, were unable to see
from where they lay.
"What do you say to all this, gen
tlemen? You are the only ones who
. , . .... .... i have not given jour views. And yet
opera cellars, which were still lit. ! , fc , .
Raoul no longer saw the Persian, but
be suddenly felt blm by bis side and
beard blm whisper:
"Follow me and do all that I do."
Raoul turned to the luminous aper-
ture. Then he saw tbe Persian, who
was still on his knees, bang by his
bunds from the rim of the opening,
with bis pistol between bis teeth, and
slide into the cellar below.
Curiously enough, the viscount bad
absolute confidence in tbe Persian,
though he knew notblng about him.
His emotion when speaking of the
"monster" struck blm as sincere;
and. if the Perniiin had cherished any
sinister deuigns against blm, be would
not have armed him with bis own
bands, resides. Raoul must reach
Christine at all costs. He therefore
went on bis knees also and bung from
the trup with both bands.
"Let go!" said a voice.
And he dropped into the arms oft
tbe Persian, who told bin to lie down
flat, clot-ed the trap-door above blm
and crouched down beside him. Kaoul
tried to ask a question, bat tbe Per
sian's band was on bis mouth and
be beard a voice which be recog
nized as that of the commissary ot
Raoul and the Persian were com
pletely bidden behind a wooden par
tition. Near them, a small staircase
led to a little room lo. which the com
missary appeared to be walking u
and down, asking questions. The
faint lipht was Just enough to enable
Raoul to distinguish the shape ot
you must have an opinion of some
Thereupon, Raoul and the Persian
saw the startled faces of the Joint
managers appear above the landing
and they heard Moncharmin's excited
"There are things happening here,
sign to Raoul to stand up. Kaoul dfd
so; but. as be did not lift his hand
In front of his eyes, ready to fire, the
Persian told him to resume that at
titude and to, continue It, whatever
"But it tires the hand unneces
sarily" whispered Raoul. "If I do
fire, I shan't be sure of my aim."
"Then shift your pistol to the other
hand," said tbe Persian.
"I can't shoot with my left hand."
Thereupon, the Persian made this
queer reply, which was certainly not
calculated to throw light Into the
young man's flurried brain: J
"It's not a question of shooting
with the right hand or the left; It's
a question of holding one of your
hands as though you were going to
pull the trigger of a pistol with your
arm bent. As for the pistol Itself,
when all Is said, you can put that In
your Docket!" And he added, "Let
this be clearly understood, or I will
answer for nothing. It Is a matter of
life and death. And now, silence and
The cellars of the opera are enor
mous and they are five in number.
Raoul followed the Persian and won
dered what he would have done with
out his companion In tbat extraor
dinary labyrinth. They went down to
the third cellar; and their progress
was still lit by some distant lamp.
The lower they went, the more pre
cautions tbe Persian seemed to take.
He kept on turning to Raoul to see II
be was holding his arm properly,
showing him how he himself carried
his hand as If always ready to fire,
though tbe pistol was in his pocket.
Suddenly, a loud voice made them
stop. Some one above them shouted:
"All the door-shutters On the stage!
The commissary of police wants
Steps were heard and shadows glid
ed through tbe darkness. The Per
sian drew Raoul behind a set piece.
They saw passing before and above
them old men bent by age and the
past burden of opera-scenery. Some
could hardly drag themselves along;
others, from habit, with stooping
bodies and outstretched bands, looked
for doors to shut.
They were the door-shutters, the
old, worn-out scene-shifters, on whom
a charitable management had taken
pity, giving them tbe Job of shutting
doors above and below the stage.
They went about incessantly, from
top to bottom of the building, shut
ting the doors; and they were also
called 'The draft-expellers," at least
at that time, for I have little doubt
that by now they are all dead. Drarts
are very bad for the voice, wherever
they may come from.
The Persian and Raoul welcomed
this incident, which relieved them of
inconvenient witnesses, for some of
those door-shutters, having nothing ;
else to do or nowhere to lay their
heads, stayed at the opera, from idle
ness or necessity, and spent the night
there. The two men might have stnm
bled over them, waking them up and
provoking a request for explanations.
For the moment, M. Mifroid'6 inquiry i A Head of Fire Came Toward Them,
saved them from any such unpleas- simply noticed that the sound seemed
ant encounters. j to move and to approach with the
But they were not left to enjoy fiery face. It was a noise as though
their solitude for long. Other shades thousands of nails had been scraped
now came down by the same way by i against a blackboard, the- perfectly
which the door-shutters had gone up. ! unendurable noise that is sometimes
yeiiow eyes; . . . That Is more
or less our safeguard tonight . . .
But he may come from behind, steal
ing up; and we are dead men If we do
not keep our hands as though about
to fire, at the level of our eyes, In
The Persian had hardly finished
speaking, when a fantastic face came
in sight ... a whole fiery face,
not only two yellow eyes!
Yes, a head of fire came toward
them, at a man's height, but with no
body attached to it. The face shed
fire, looked In the darkness like a
flame shaped as a man's face.
"Oh," said the Persian, between his
teeth. "I have never seen this be
fore! . . . Pampin was not mad,
after all; he had seen it! .
What can that flame be? It is not
he, but be may have sent it! . . . .
Take care! . . . Take care! . .
Your hand at the level of your eyes.
In heaven's name, at tbe level of your
eyes! ... I know most ol. his
tricks . . . but not this one.' . .
Come, let us run. ... It 1b. safer.
Hand at the level of -your eyes!"
And they fled down the long pass
age that opened before them.
After a few seconds, that seemed
to them like long minutes, they
"He doesn't often come this way,"
said the Persian. This side has noth
ing to do with him. This side does
not lead to the lake nor to the house
on the lake. . . . But perhaps he
knows that we are at his heels . . .
although I promised him to leave him
alone and never to meddle in hut bus
So saying, he turned his head and
Raoul also turned his head; and they
again saw the head of fire behind
their two heads. It had followed
them. And it must have run also,
and perhaps faster than they, for it
seemed to be nearer to them.
At the same time, they began to
perceive a certain noise of which
they could not guess the nature. They
Mr. Commissary, which we are unable
And the two faces disappeared.
T i nr. b vnn tcT ths lnfnrm,tlnfi
things around him. And he could not; rentlemen sa1d Mirroid, with a Jeer,
restrain a dull cry: there were thre But tne Btage.manaer, holding his
corpses there. j cWn ,n tne noUow of hls bADit
The Orst lay on the narrow landing I wMct u tne atutud, & pr0Iound
cf the little staircase: the two oiten' ,,, i,t.
"It is not the first time that Mau-
had rolled to the bottom of the stair
rase. Knout could have touched one
of the two poor wretches by passing
his fingers through tbe partition.
"Silence!" whispered the Persian.
He too bad seen the bodies and he
gave one word In explanation:
The commissary's voice was now
beard more distinctly. He was ask
ing tor information about the system
of lighting, which the stage-manager
supplied. Tbe commissary therefore
must be in the "organ" or Its imme
Contrary to what one might think,
especially in connection with an opera-house,
the "organ" Is not a mu
sical instrument. At tbat time, elec
tricity was employed only tor a very
few scenic effects and for tbe bells.
The immense building and the stag
itself were still lit by gas; bdrogen
was used to regulate and modify the
lighting of a scene; and this was
done by means of a special apparatus
which, because of the multiplicity ot j
Its pipes, was known as the "organ.
A box beside tbe prompter's box was
reserved for the chief gas-man. who
from there gave his orders to his as
sistant and saw that they were ex
torted. Mauclair stayed in this box
faring all the performances.
But now Mauclair was not in his
box and his assistants not In their
Each of these shades carried a little
lantern and moved It about, above,
below and all around, as though look
ing for something or Bomebody.
"Hang it!" muttered the Persian.
"I don't know what they are looking
for, but they might easily find us. .
Let us get away, quick! . . . Your
hand up, sir, ready to fire! . . .
Bend your arm . . . more . . .
that's it! ... Hand at the level
of your eye, as though you were fight
ing a duel and waiting for the word
to fire! . . . Oh, leave your pistol
in your pocket. Quick, some along,
down-stairs. Level of your eye! Ques
tion of life or death! . . . Here.
this way, these stairs!" They reached
the fifth cellar. "Oh, what a duel,
sir, what a duel!"
Once In the fifth cellar, the Persian
drew breath. He seemed to enjoy a
rather greater sense of security than
he had displayed when they both
stopped in the third; but be never
altered the attitude of his band. And
Raoul, remembering tbe Persian's ob
servation "I know these pistols can
be relied upon" was more and more
astonished, wondering why any one
should be so gratified at being able to
rely upon a pistol which be did not
Intend to use!
But tbe Persian left him no time
for reflection. Telling Raoul to stay
where he was, he ran up a few steps
of the staircase which they had Just
left and then returned.
"How stupid of us!" he whis
pered. "We shall soon have seen the
end of those men with their lanterns.
It Is tbe firemen going their rounds.
Tbe two men waited five minutes
clair baa fallen asleep in the theater, i
I remember finding him, one evening, j longer. Then the Persian took Kaoul
snoring in his little recess, with his' UP tne 6tairs again; but suddenly he
snuff-box beside him.
"Ia that long ago?" asked M.
Mifrold, carefully wiping his eye
glasses. "No, not so very long ago. . . .
Walt a bit! ... It was the night
. . . of course. yes ... it
was the night when Carlotta youi
know, Mr. Commissary gave her
"Really? The night when Carlotta
gave her famous 'co-ack?"
And M. Mifrold. replacing his
stopped him with a gesture. Some
thing moved In the darkness before
"Flat on your stomach I" whispered
The two men lay Cat on the floor.
They were only Just In time. A
shade, this time carrying no light.
Just a shade in the shade, passed. It
passed close to them, near enough to
They felt the warmth of Its cloak
upon them For they could dlstin-
't'esmlng glasses on his nose, fixed ' Kulsh the shade sufficiently to see
the stage-manager with a contain- j It wre cloak which shrouded
plattve stars. 11 17001 head to foot. On its head it
"So Mauclair takes snuff, does her j ft felt hat. .
he asked carelessly. It moved away, drawing Its feet
"Yes, Mr. Commissary. . . Look, against the walls and sometimes giv
there is his snuff-box on that little lnS a kick into a corner,
shelf. . . . Oh. he's a great snuff-1 "Whew!" said the Persian. "We've
made by a little stone inside tbe chalk
that grates on the blackboard.
They continued to retreat, but the
fiery face came on, came on, gaining
on them. They could see its features
clearly now. The eyes were round
and staring, the nose a litle crooked
and the mouth large, with a hanging
lower lip, very like tbe eyes, nose
and lip of the moon, when the moon
is quite red, bright red.
How did that red moon manage to
glide through the darkness, at a
man's height, with nothing to support
it, at least apparently? And how did
it go so fast, so straight ahead, with
such staring, staring eyes? And
what was that scratching, scraping,
grating sound which It brought with
The Persian and Raoul could re
treat no farther and flattened them
selves against tbe wall, not knowing
what was going to happen because of
that Incomprehensible head of fire,
and especially now, because of tbe
more intense, swarming, living, "nu
merous" sound, for tbe sound was
certainly made up of hundreds of lit
tle sounds tbat moved in the dark
ness, under the fiery face.
And tbe fiery face came on . . .
with its noise . . . came level
with them! . . .
And the two companions, flat
against their wall, felt their hair
stand on end with horror, for they
now knew what the thousand noises
meant. They came in a troop, bustled
along in the shadow by Innumerable
little hurried waves, swifter than the
waves that rush over the sands at
high tide, little night-waves foaming
under the moon, under the fiery head
that was like a moon. And the little
waves passed between their legs,
climbing up their legs, Irresistibly,
and Raoul and the Persian could no
longer restrain their cries of horror,
dismay and pain. Nor could they
continue to hold their hands at the
level of their eyes; their hands went
down to their legs to push back the
waves, which were full of little legs
and nails and claws and teeth.
Yes, Raoul and the Persian were
ready to faint, like Pampin the fire
man. But the head of fire turned
round In answer to their cries, and
spoke to them: .
'Dont move! Don't move! ...
Whatever you do, don't come after
me! ... I am the rat-catcher!
. . . Let me pass, with my rats!"
And the head of fire disappeared,
vanished In the darkness, while the
passage in front of it lit up, as the
result of the change which the rat
catcher had made In his dark lan
tern. Before, so as not to scare the
rats In front of him, he had turned
his dark lantern on himself, lighting
up his own head; now, to hasten their
flight, he lit the dark space In front
of him. And he Jumped along, drag
ging with him the waves of scratch
ing rats, all the thousand sounds. . i
Raoul and the Persian breathed I
again, though still trembling.
"I ought to have remembered that
Erik talked to me about tbe rat
catcher," said the Persian. "But he
never told me that he looked like
that . i . and it's funny that 1
should never have met him before.
... Of course, Erik never comes
to this part!"
"Are we very far from the lake,
sir?" asked RaouL "When shall we
get there? . . . Take me to the
lake, oh, take me to the lake! . . .
When we are at the lake, we will call
out! . . . Christine will hear us!
... And he will hear us, too!
. . . And, as you know him. we
shall talk to him!"
"Baby!" said the Persian. "We
shall never enter the house on the
lake by the lake! ... I myself
have never landed on the other bank
. . . the bank on which the house
stands. ... You have to cross
the lake first . . . and It is well
guarded! ... I tear tbat more
than one of those men old scene
shifters, old docr-shutters who have
never been seen again were simply
tempted to cross the lake. ... It
Is terrible. ... I myself would
have been nearly killed there . . .
If the monster had not recognized me
in time! . . . One piece of ad
vice, sir; never go near the lake. . .
And, above ail, shut your ears If you
hear the voice singing under the wa
ter, the siren's voice!"
"But then, what are we here for?"
asked Raoul, In a transport of fever,
Impatience and rage. "If you can do
nothing for Christine, at least let me
die for her!"
The Persian tried to calm the young
"We have only one means of sav
ing Christine Daae, believe me, which
is to enter the house unpercelved by
"And is there any hope of that,
"Ah, if I had not that hope, I would
not have come to fetch you!"
"And how can one enter the house
on the lake without crossing the
"From the third cellar, from which
we were so unluckily driven away.
We will go back there now. . . .
I will tell you," said the Persian, with
a sudden change in his voice, "I wilj
tell you the exact place, sir; it is be
tween a bet piece and a discarded
scene from Roi de Lahore, exactly at
the spot where Joseph Buquet died.
. . . Come, sir, take courage and
follow me! And hold your hand at
the level of your eyes! . . . But
where are we?"
The Persian lit his lamp again and
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reached the end wall. W
Against this wall stood a large dis
carded scene from the Roi de Lahore. .
Close to this scene was a set piece. ;
Between the scene' and the set piece j
there was Just room for a body . . !
for a body which one day was found I
hanging there. The body of Joseph j
The Persian, still kneeling, stopped I
and listened. For a moment, he .
seemed to hesitate and looked at
Raoul; then he turned his eyes up-;
ward, toward the second cellar, which i
sent down the faint glimmer of a lan
tern, through a cranny between two
boards. This glimmer seemed to
trouble the Persian.
At last, he tossed his head and made
up his mind to act. He slipped be
tween the set piece and the scene
from the Roi de Lahore, with Kaoul
close upon his heels. With his free
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j snuff-box in bis pocket.
Raoul and the Persian, themselves
unobserved, watched tbe removal of
the three bodies by a number of scene
shifters, who were followed by the
commissary and all the people with
blm. Their steps were beard tor a
few minutes on the stage above. When
had a narrow escape; that shade
knows me and has twice taken me to
the manager's office."
ls it some one belonging to the
theater police?" asked Raoul.
'It's some one much worse than
that!" replied the Persian, without
giving any further explanation.
"It's not ... he?"
"He? ... If he does not come
thay were aioss ths Persian made a behind n. we shall always see bis
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"We must be," he said, "in the part
used more particularly for tbe water
works. I see no fire coming from the
He went in front of Raoul, seeking
his road, stopping abruptly when be
was afraid of, meeting some water
man. Then they bad to protect them
selves against the glow of a sort ol
underground forge, which the men
were extinguishing, and at which
Raoul recognized the demons whom
Christine bad seen at the time of her
In this way, they, gradually arrived
beneath the huge cellars below the
stage. They must at this time have
been at the very bottom of the "tub"
and at an extremely great depth,
when we remember that the earth
was dug out at fifty feet below the
water that lay under the whole ot
tbat part of Paris.
The Persian touched a partition
wall and said:
"If I am not mistaken, this Is a
wall that might easily belong to the
house on tbe lake."
He was striking a partition-wall ot
the "tub." and perhaps It would be as
well for the reader to know how tbe
bottom of the partition-walls of the
tub were built. In order to prevent
tbe water surrounding the building
operations from remaining In Imme
diate contact with tbe walls support
ing the whole of the theatrical ma
chinery, the architect was obliged to
build a double case In every direc
tion. Tbe work of constructing this
double case took a whole year. It
was tbe wall of the first Inner case 1
that the Persian struck wben speak
ing to Raoul of tbe bouse on tbe lake.
To any one understanding the archi
tecture ot the edifice, the Persian's
action would seem to Indicate that
Erik's mysterious house had been
built In tbe double case, formed of a
thick wall constructed as an embank
ment or dam, then of a brick wall, a
tremendous layer ot cement and an
other wall several yards in thickness.
At the Persian's words, Raoul flung
himself against the wall and listened
eagerly. But he heard nothing . . .
nothing . . . except distant steps
sounding on the floor ot the upper por
tions of tbe theater.
The Persian darkened his lantern
"Look out!" he said. "Keep your
band up! And silence! For we shall
try another way of getting In."
And he led him to the little stair
case by which they had come down
They went up, stopping at each
step, peering into the darkness and
tbe silence, till they came to the third
cellar. Here tbe Persian motioned to
Raoul to go on his knees; and, in
this way, crawling on both knees and
one hand for the other band was
i bald in the position Indicated thax
m i. Mi r - i
''The Punjab Lasso!" He Muttered,
band, tbe Persian felt the wall. Kaoui
saw him bear heavily upon tbe wall,
just as he had pressed against tbe
wall in Christine's ' dressing-room.
Then a stone gave way, leaving a
bole in the wall.
This time, the Persian took his
pistol from his pocket and made a
sign to Raoul to do as he did. He
cocked the pistol.
And, resolutely, still on his knees,
he wiggled through the hole in the
wall. Raoul, who bad wished to pass
first, had to be content to follow him.
Tbe hote was very narrow. The
Persian? stopped almost at once.
Raoul heard him feeling the Btones
around him. Then the Persian took
out his dark lantern again, stooped
forward, examined something beneath
him and Immediately extinguished bis
lantern. Raoul heard him say, in a
"We shall have to drop a few
yards, without making a noise; take
off your boots."
The Persian handed his own shoes
"Put them outside the wall," he
said. "We shall find them there when
He crawled a little farther on hli
knees, then turned right round and
"I am going to hang by my bands
from the edge of the stone and let
myself drop into bis house. Tou
must do exactly the same. Do not bo
arram. l win . eaten yi a In my" arms."
Raoul soon heard a dull sound.
dently produced by the fall of ths
Persian, and then dropped down.
He felt himself clasped In the Per
"Hush!" said the Persian.
And they stood motionless, listen
The darknes was thick around
them, tbe silence heavy and terrible.
Then the Persian began to make
play with the dark lantern again,
turning the rays over their heads,
looking for the hole through which
they bad come, and falling to find It.
"Oh I" ho Rnlrl 'Tho ctnn. hai
closed of itseir!"
And the light of the lantern swept
down tbe wall and over the floor.
The Persian stooped and picked up
something, a sort of cord, which he
examined for a second and flung
away with horror.
"The Punjab lasso!" he muttered.
"What is it?" asked Raoul.
The Persian shivered. "It might
very well be the rope by which the
man was hanged, and which was
looked for so long."
And, suddenly seized with fresh
anxiety, he moved the little red disk
of his lantern over the walls. In this
way, he lit up a curious thing: the
trunk of a tree, which seemed still
quite alive, with its leaves; and the
branches of the tree ran right up the
walls and disappeared In the celling.
Because ot the Bmallneas of the
luminous disk, it was difficult at first
to make out the appearance of things:
they saw a corner of a branch . . .
and a leaf . . . and another leaf
. . . and, next to it, nothing at all,
nothing but the ray of light that
seemed to reflect itself. . . . Kaoul
passed bis band over tbat nothing,
over that reflection.
"Hullo!" he said. "The wall is a
"Yes, a looking-glass!" said the
Persian, in a tone of deep emotion.
And, passing the hand that held tbe
pistol over his moist forehead, he
added, "We have dropped Into the
What the Persian knew of this torture-chamber
and what there befell
him and his companion shall be told
in bis own words, as set down in a
manuscript which be left behind him,
and which I copy verbatim.
(To be Continued.
San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua, A
large number of arr'-sts was mad3
Tuesday In consequence of the discov
ery of a few wornout rifles and cart
ridges at Managua.
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