The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out. He passed but a cursory glance over the formal certificate that identified the Frenchman before him as one André Valade, distant cousin to the Vicomte Valade. The entrance was concealed between two huge boulders within a clump of trees, and was now so overgrown that no one who did not know of its existence could ever hope to find it.
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