BOOK SEVENTH.
CHAPTER 7. THE MYSTERIOUS MONK.
(continued)
"The Sainte-Marthe chamber," said he.
The old woman addressed him as monseigneur, and shut up
the crown in a drawer. It was the coin which the man in the
black mantle had given to Phoebus. While her back was
turned, the bushy-headed and ragged little boy who was playing
in the ashes, adroitly approached the drawer, abstracted
the crown, and put in its place a dry leaf which he had plucked
from a fagot.
The old crone made a sign to the two gentlemen, as she
called them, to follow her, and mounted the ladder in advance
of them. On arriving at the upper story, she set her lamp on
a coffer, and, Phoebus, like a frequent visitor of the house,
opened a door which opened on a dark hole. "Enter here,
my dear fellow," he said to his companion. The man in the
mantle obeyed without a word in reply, the door closed upon
him; he heard Phoebus bolt it, and a moment later descend
the stairs again with the aged hag. The light had disappeared.
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