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THE CHARTREUSE OF SEILLON.
Beyond doubt, like the first affiliated member met on the road to Sue by the man who styled himself prophet, the monk who opened the gate was of secondary rank in the fraternity; for, grasping the horse's bridle, he held it while the rider dismounted, rendering the young man the service of a groom.
Morgan got off, unfastened the valise, pulled the pistols from the holsters, and placed them in his belt, next to those already there.
Addressing the monk in a tone of command, he said: "I thought I should find the brothers assembled in council." "They are assembled," replied the monk.
"Where ?" "At La Correrie.

Suspicious persons have been seen prowling around the Chartreuse these last few days, and orders have been issued to take the greatest precautions." The young man shrugged his shoulders as if he considered such precautions useless, and, always in the same tone of command, said: "Have some one take my horse to the stable and conduct me to the council." The monk summoned another brother, to whom he flung the bridle.

He lighted a torch at a lamp, in the little chapel which can still be seen to the right of the great portal, and walked before the new-comer.
Crossing the cloister, he took a few steps in the garden, opened a door leading into a sort of cistern, invited Morgan to enter, closed it as carefully as he had the outer door, touched with his foot a stone which seemed to be accidentally lying there, disclosed a ring and raised a slab, which concealed a flight of steps leading down to a subterraneous passage.

This passage had a rounded roof and was wide enough to admit two men walking abreast.
The two men proceeded thus for five or six minutes, when they reached a grated door.