A LEGEND OF MONTROSE.
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"Where is the secret door into the dungeon?" he demanded.
"Hold up the lantern to the corner on your right hand, you will discern the iron which covers the spring," replied the Marquis.
"So far so good.—Where does the passage lead to?"
"To my private apartment behind the tapestry," answered the prostrate nobleman.
"From thence how shall I reach the gate-way?"
"Through the grand gallery, the anti-room, the lackeys' waiting—hall, the grand guard-room"
"All crowded with soldiers, factionaries, and attendants?—that will never do for me, my lord;—have you no secret passage to the gate, as you have to your dungeons? I have seen such in Germany."
"There is a passage through the chapel," said the Marquis, "opening from my apartment."
