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           Perhapsactionswerenotenoughwithaglassofthekind?Perhapshewasexpectedtouttercertainwords?Whenhewasalittleboy,hehadheardthattherewerethingsthatobeyedthespokenword!

           Suddenly,RaoulrememberedsomethingaboutagateopeningintotheRueScribe,anundergroundpassagerunningstraighttotheRueScribefromthelake...Yes,Christinehadtoldhimaboutthat...And,whenhefoundthatthekeywasnolongerinthebox,heneverthelessrantotheRueScribe.Outside,inthestreet,hepassedhistremblinghandsoverthehugestones,feltforoutlets...metwithironbars...werethosethey?...Orthese?...Orcoulditbethatair-hole?...Heplungedhisuselesseyesthroughthebars...Howdarkitwasinthere!...Helistened...Allwassilence!...Hewentroundthebuilding...andcametobiggerbars,immensegates!...ItwastheentrancetotheCourdel’Administration.

           Raoulrushedintothedoorkeeper’slodge.

           "Ibegyourpardon,madame,couldyoutellmewheretofindagateordoor,madeofbars,ironbars,openingintotheRueScribe...andleadingtothelake?...YouknowthelakeImean?...Yes,theundergroundlake...undertheOpera."

           "Yes,sir,IknowthereisalakeundertheOpera,butIdon’tknowwhichdoorleadstoit.