The room was in darkness, and apparently empty.
'Now for that lantern of yours,' he said eagerly to Theodore Racksole, after he had translated to him the conversation of the two women, Racksole produced the dark lantern from the capacious pocket of his dust coat, and lighted it.

The ray flashed about the ground.
'What is it ?' exclaimed Prince Aribert with a swift cry, pointing to the ground.

The lantern threw its light on a perpendicular grating at their feet, through which could be discerned a cellar.

They both knelt down, and peered into the subterranean chamber.

On a broken chair a young man sat listlessly with closed eyes, his head leaning heavily forward on his chest.
In the feeble light of the lantern he had the livid and ghastly appearance of a corpse.
'Who can it be ?' said Racksole.
'It is Eugen,' was the Prince's low answer..