Chapter 14: XIII

XIII A Masterstroke of the Trap-Door Lover Raoul and Christine ran, eager to escape from the roof and the blazing eyes that showed only in the dark; and they did not stop before they came to the eighth floor on the way down. There was no performance at the Opera that night and the passages were empty. Suddenly, a queer-looking form stood before them and blocked the road: “No, not this way!” And the form pointed to another passage by which they were to reach the wings. Raoul wante…