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24.

PAST THE TRAGICALLY UNLOCKED DOOR WAS A TROVE OF UNFAMILIAR THINGS.

AULDOMOUCHE.   I suspect the room was always a repository of some kind. It might have been the buttery; the building is old enough… But what items are these? They exceed the interests of some political sect. Although they are now motionless, I recognize some figures in the recesses as sculptural automata such as are only found in seasonal rotation at the Parc d’Urongelex.

Other articles are still more perplexing. To identify them, if there is time, might help us understand the villains who are hoarding them.

At any rate, we have to look around for the cowls. Set Ovarind down there for now — there in the corner. Careful with him, Sophelaide.

23.

“Poor Ovarind! To have been so generally insightful, yet so fatally mistaken!

"Evidently our adversaries, when passing this point, anticipate the event: They must engage this cruel device somehow, and retain it in such a way that they can use it to gain entry to the secret rooms beyond — see how this orphaned spandrel descends — how the small metal bit fits the protuberance at the top of the cranial vise like a lock — see how this action causes that heavy door to crack open! Our route is now clear.

“For this reason, I’m afraid we’ll have to keep his corpse with us, in this state, withholding any formalities until later.”