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XXII In The Torture Chamber
Youareright,youareright;whywaittilleleveno’clockto-morrowevening?True,itwouldhavebeengrander,finer...Butthatischildishnonsense...Weshouldonlythinkofourselvesinthislife,ofourowndeath...therestdoesn’tmatter...YOU’RELOOKINGATMEBECAUSEIAMALLWET?...Oh,mydear,it’srainingcatsanddogsoutside!...Apartfromthat,Christine,IthinkIamsubjecttohallucinations...Youknow,themanwhorangatthesiren’sdoorjustnow—goandlookifhe’sringingatthebottomofthelake-well,hewasratherlike...There,turnround...areyouglad?You’refreenow...Oh,mypoorChristine,lookatyourwrists:tellme,haveIhurtthem?...Thatalonedeservesdeath...Talkingofdeath,IMUSTSINGHISREQUIEM!"
Hearingtheseterribleremarks,Ireceivedanawfulpresentiment...Itoohadoncerungatthemonster’sdoor...and,withoutknowingit,musthavesetsomewarningcurrentinmotion.
AndIrememberedthetwoarmsthathademergedfromtheinkywaters...Whatpoorwretchhadstrayedtothatshorethistime?Whowas’theotherone,’theonewhoserequiemwenowheardsung?
Eriksanglikethegodofthunder,sangaDIESIRAEthatenvelopedusasinastorm.Theelementsseemedtoragearoundus.Suddenly,theorganandthevoiceceasedsosuddenlythatM.deChagnysprangback,ontheothersideofthewall,withemotion.Andthevoice,changedandtransformed,distinctlygratedoutthesemetallicsyllables:"WHATHAVEYOUDONEWITHMYBAG?"
