Everything was now explained; the deserted Chartreuse, M.de Valensolle's disappearance, and the counterfeit poachers near the entrance to the grotto of Ceyzeriat.
This time he was sure of his vengeance, his deadly, terrible vengeance--deadly, because, in like manner as he had been spared (he suspected intentionally), he meant to spare others; with this difference that, whereas he had been spared for life, he would order these men spared for death, death on the scaffold.
Half-way back he thought he heard a noise behind him.

He turned and was certain he saw a gleam of light.

He quickened his steps.

The gate once passed, there was no danger of losing his way.

It was no longer a quarry with a thousand windings; it was a straight and narrow vaulted passage leading to the mortuary grating.