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Updated: June 21, 2025
When the tower-clock struck one, the Junker began to regard his wager as half-lost; but comforted himself with the reflection, that a loss to one's wife is merely a transfer from one hand to the other. In short, the night passed, and as far as the tower-chamber was concerned as quietly as if there had never been ghost or goblin in the world.
Her father and the Junker would take up their quarters for the night in the so-called gilded chamber, which was separated from the tower-chamber only by a long passage. In this room hung the bell with which, in case of need, the young lady was to sound an alarm.
As soon as the family met at breakfast, and the Junker had given an account of their fruitless expedition, the lady of the house put to him the very natural question, How he had slept after so much fatigue? "Quite well," was the answer. The Fröken smiled. "I think you slept in the tower-chamber," said she.
"I would like to speak to you alone for a few minutes." "I am at your service." Wallmoden stepped forward into the room now, but he took up his position so that he could keep his eye on the entrance. It was scarcely necessary, for the doors into the dining-hall were just opened, and the room adjoining the tower-chamber was deserted.
After the old gentleman's return, a few days passed before any further mention was made of the tower-chamber; for, in the first place, every one was fully occupied in devising, setting forth, and passing judgment on the several ways by which Black Mads might have been captured, as well as in forming the most plausible conjectures as to his actual whereabout; and, secondly, much time was consumed in accurately and circumstantially describing the two days' sport at Rydhauge.
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