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Updated: May 23, 2025
"Nonsense!" said I. "Somebody's played a violin and I mean to know who he is!" And up-stairs I went, into a huge dark hall, with the cross-passage cutting it, and closed doors everywhere. At the front end was a most beautiful window, opening doorlike upon a tiny iron bird-cage of a balcony, hung up Southern fashion under the roof of the pillared front porch.
I said aloud to Harry, "Probably a cross-passage," and then jerked him back quickly against the opposite wall as I saw the real nature of the opening. It led to a small room, with a low ceiling and rough walls, dark as the passage in which we stood, for it contained no light. We could see its interior dimly, but well enough to discover the form of an Inca standing just within the doorway.
She remembered something she had caught sight of at the end of a little cross-passage in Waterfall Cottage. There was a statue, a throbbing rosy lamp in the darkness. Mrs. Wade was at 7 o'clock Mass at the Convent every morning despite her recluse habits. She was a good woman, whatever there was in her past. Lady O'Gara recalled herself with a start to the things about her.
It was advisable to walk very quickly, but quietly, past the lair of the grizzlies, for they would have gobbled up a little boy in one second. Immediately after the bears' den came the culminating terror of all the haunt of the wicked little hunchbacks. These malignant little beings inhabited an arched and recessed cross-passage.
The walls on both sides are lined with graves dug out of the rock, in a horizontal position, one above the other, like bunks in a cabin. In each of these reposed one or more bodies. Here and there the sequence is broken by a cross-passage that leads to a small chamber, and in these chambers the sides, like those of the galleries, are perforated with graves.
"We'll shake 'em off now," I panted. Harry nodded. A short distance ahead we came to another cross-passage, and turned to the left. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that our pursuers had not yet reached the first turn. Harry kept in the lead, and was giving me all I could do to keep up with him.
The boys walked faster until they came to the cross-passage and then turned to the right. Just as they left the main gangway, they heard the sound of running feet and directly the distant creaking the ladder rungs. "Some one's making a hot-foot for the surface!" exclaimed Tommy. "That's Ventner!" declared Sandy. "How do you know that?" "Because he wears heavy boots.
Everywhere was silence save the patter of our own feet, which we let fall as noiselessly as possible. "Will it never end?" whispered Harry at length, after we had traversed upward of a mile without any sign of a cross-passage or a termination. "Forward, and silence!" I breathed for a reply. The end at least, of the silence came sooner than we had expected.
Then, as Gefty came up to the next cross-passage, a line of white fire seared through the air across his shoulders and smashed off the passage wall. With that, he was around the corner, and boiling mad. He had no great liking for gunfire, but it didn't shake him like the silently attacking beast in the dark storage had done.
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