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What did all this portend, and what portended the swift

hoisting-up of Monsieur Gabelle behind a servant on horseback,

and the conveying away of the said Gabelle (double-laden though

the horse was), at a gallop, like a new version of the German

ballad of Leonora?

It portended that there was one stone face too many, up at the

chateau.

The Gorgon had surveyed the building again in the night, and had

added the one stone face wanting; the stone face for which it had

waited through about two hundred years.

It lay back on the pillow of Monsieur the Marquis. It was like a

fine mask, suddenly startled, made angry, and petrified. Driven

home into the heart of the stone figure attached to it, was a

knife. Round its hilt was a frill of paper, on which was

scrawled:

"Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from Jacques."

CHAPTER X. Two Promises