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Two days and two nights had passed and Larose was still watching for the coming of that assassin, who in some recess of those dark chambers had secreted the bodies of the murdered dead. He was certain that he was upon the right trail, and that down the side of that gruesome slab had dripped the blood of more than one victim whose last remains he was now seeking.
It was a dreadful vigil, for night and day were the same to him in the darkness there, and it was by his watch only that he could determine when day had dawned or night had fallen.