The Three Eyes (Annotated)

Chapter 2 - THE “TRIANGULAR CIRCLES”-2

MY REASONS FOR RELATING this incident will appear in the sequel. For the moment, notwithstanding the profound commotion produced by the kiss which I had stolen from Berangere, my thoughts were so to speak absorbed by the mysterious drama in which I was about to play a part with my uncle Dorgeroux. I heard my uncle asking Berangere if she was not hurt. I saw her leaning on his arm and, with him, making for the door of the garden. But, while I remained bewildered, trembling, dazed by the adorable image of the girl whom I loved, it was my uncle whom I awaited and whom I was impatient to see returning. The great riddle already held me captive.

“Let's make haste,” cried Noel Dorgeroux, when he came back. “Else it will be too late and we shall have to wait until to-morrow.”

He led the way to the high wall where he had caught Berangere in the act of yielding to her curiosity. This wall, which divided the Yard from the garden and which I had not remarked particularly on my rare visits to the Yard, was now daubed with a motley mixture of colours, like a painter's palette. Red ochre, indigo, purple and saffron were spread over it in thick and uneven layers, which whirled around a more thickly-coated centre. But, at the far end, a wide curtain of black serge, like a photographer's cloth, running on an iron rod supported by brackets, hid a rectangular space some three or four yards in width.

“What's that?” I asked my uncle. “Is this the place?”

“Yes,” he answered, in a husky voice, “it's behind there.”

“There's still time to change your mind,” I suggested.

“What makes you say that?”

“I feel that you are afraid of letting me know. You are so upset.”

“I am upset for a very different reason.”

“Why?”

“Because I too am going to see!”

“But you have done so already.”

“One always sees new things, Victorien; that's the terrifying part of it.”

I took hold of the curtain.

“Don't touch it, don't touch it!” he cried. “No one has the right, except myself. Who knows what would happen if any one except me were to open the closed door! Stand back, Victorien. Take up your position at two paces from the wall, a little to one side... . And now look!”

His voice was vibrant with energy and implacable determination. His expression was that of a man facing death; and, suddenly, with a single movement, he drew the black-serge curtain.

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