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The following day it was as if a number of trains of gunpowder were being laid in the great castle of Thralldom, with the possibility of any one of them exploding at any moment.
Larose was searching feverishly for the place where the body of a woman with jet-black hair had been interred; William was nursing murderous thoughts towards Antoine, the chef, and racking his brain how best to put them into action; Ann was hoping -- with what possible consequences she did not dream -- to have speech with the detective from Scotland Yard before another night had fallen, and Silas Q. Hudson, of New York, was perfecting his final arrangements for breaking into the picture gallery and purloining the Rubens and any other canvasses he and his companions could manage to carry away.