my alarm, therefore, was great when i saw that the room into which m.le vicomte de chagny and i had dropped was an exact copy of the torture-chamber of the rosy hours of mazenderan.
at our feet, i found the punjab lasso which i had been dreading all the evening.i was convinced that this rope had already done duty for joseph buquet, who, like myself, must have caught erik one evening working the stone in the third cellar.he probably tried it in his turn, fell into the torture-chamber and only left it hanged.
i can well imagine erik dragging the body, in order to get rid of it, to the scene from the roi de lahore, and hanging it there as an example, or to increase the superstitious terror that was to help him in guarding the approaches to his lair! then, upon reflection, erik went back to fetch the punjab lasso, which is very curiously made out of catgut, and which might have set an examining magistrate thinking.this explains the disappearance of the rope.
and now i discovered the lasso, at our feet, in the torture-chamber!
...i am no coward, but a cold sweat covered my forehead as imoved the little red disk of my lantern over the walls.
m.de chagny noticed it and asked:
"what is the matter, sir?"
i made him a violent sign to be silent.