the handle, and pushed it open. As the door yielded to his pressure, the ill-omened bird of which the servant had been in search, uttering its spectral warning, started suddenly from the far side of the bed, and flying through the door-way close over their heads, and extinguishing, in his passage, the candle which Montague carried, crashed through the skylight that overlooked the lobby, and sailed away into the darkness of the outer space.
"There it is, God bless us," whispered the man, after a breathless pause.
"Curse that bird," muttered the General, startled by the suddenness of the apparition, and unable to conceal his discomposure.
"The candle is moved," said the man, after another breathless pause, pointing to the candle that still burned in the room; "see, they put it by the bed."
"Draw the curtains, fellow, and don't stand gaping there," whispered Montague, sternly.
