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The Secret Tomb

By Maurice Leblanc.

Translated by Alexander Teixeira de Mattos.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint I: The Chñteau de Roborey II: Dorothy’s Circus III: Extra-Lucid IV: The Cross-Examination V: “We Will Help You” VI: On the Road VII: The Hour Draws Near VIII: On the Iron Wire IX: Face to Face X: Towards the Golden Fleece XI: The Will of the Marquis de Beaugreval XII: The Elixir of Resurrection XIII: Lazarus XIV: The Fourth Medal XV: The Kidnapping of Montfaucon XVI: The Last Quarter of a Minute XVII: The Secret Perishes XVIII: In Robore Fortuna Colophon Uncopyright Imprint The Standard Ebooks logo.

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I The ChĂąteau de Roborey

Under a sky heavy with stars and faintly brighter for a low-hanging sickle moon, the gipsy caravan slept on the turf by the roadside, its shutters closed, its shafts stretched out like arms. In the shadow of the ditch nearby a stertorous horse was snoring.

Far away, above the black crest of the hills, a bright streak of sky announced the coming of the dawn. A church clock struck four. Here and there a bird awoke and began to sing. The air was soft and warm.

Abruptly, from the interior of the caravan, a woman’s voice cried:

“Saint-Quentin! Saint-Quentin!”

A head was thrust out of the little window which looked out over the box under the projecting roof.

“A nice thing this! I thought as much! The rascal has decamped in the night. The little beast! Nice discipline this is!”

Other voices joined in the grumbling. Two or three minutes passed, then the door in the back of the caravan opened and a shadowy figure descended the five steps of the ladder while two tousled heads appeared at the side window.

“Dorothy! Where are you going?”

“To look for Saint-Quentin!” replied the shadowy figure.

“But he came back with you from your walk last night; and I saw him settle down on the box.”

“You can see that he isn’t there any longer, Castor.”

“Where is he?”

“Patience! I’m going to bring him back to you by the ears.”

But two small boys in their shirts came tumbling down the steps of the caravan and implored her:

“No, no, mummy Dorothy! Don’t you go away by yourself in the nighttime. It’s dangerous.⁠ ⁠
”

“What are you making a fuss about, Pollux? Dangerous? It’s no business of yours!”

She smacked them and kicked them gently, and brought them quickly back to the caravan into which they climbed. There, sitting on the stool, she took their two heads, pressed them against her face, and kissed them tenderly.

“No ill feeling, children. Danger? I’ll find Saint-Quentin in half an hour from now.”

“A nice business!⁠ ⁠
 Saint-Quentin!⁠ ⁠
 A beggar who isn’t sixteen!”

“While Castor and Pollux are twenty⁠—taken together!” retorted Dorothy.

“But what does he want to go traipsing about like this at night for? And it isn’t the first time either.⁠ ⁠
 Where is it he makes these expeditions to?”

“To snare rabbits,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong in it, you see. But come, there’s been talk enough about it. Go to by-by again, boys. And above all, Castor and Pollux, don’t fight. D’you hear? And no noise. The Captain’s asleep; and he doesn’t like to be disturbed, the Captain doesn’t.”

She took herself off, jumped over the ditch, crossed a meadow, in which her feet splashed up the water in the puddles, and gained a path which wound through a copse of young trees which only reached her shoulders. Twice already, the evening before, strolling with her comrade Saint-Quentin, she had followed this half-formed path, so that she went briskly forward without hesitating. She crossed two roads, came to a stream, the white pebbly bottom of which gleamed under the quiet water, stepped into it, and walked up it against the current, as if she wished to hide her tracks, and when the first light of day began to invest objects with clear shapes, darted forth afresh through the woods, light, graceful, not very tall, her legs bare below a very short skirt from which streamed behind her a flutter of many-colored ribbons.

She ran, with effortless ease, surefooted, with never a chance of spraining an ankle, over the dead leaves, among the flowers of early spring, lilies of the valley, violet anemones, or white narcissi.

Her black hair, not very long, was divided into two heavy masses which flapped like two wings. Her smiling face, parted lips, dilated nostrils, her half-closed eyes proclaimed all her delight in her swift course through the fresh air of the morning. Her neck, long and flexible, rose from a blouse of gray linen, closed by a kerchief of orange silk. She looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old.

The wood came to an end. A valley lay before her, sunk between two walls of rock and turning off abruptly. Dorothy stopped short. She had reached her goal.

Facing her, on a pedestal of granite, cleanly cut down, and not more than a hundred feet in diameter, rose the main building of

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