Suddenly a cry of anguish is raised.

They hesitate, then they advance, groping in the darkness.

In a sudden flare of light they perceive de la Riviere trembling and deathly pale, clutching the handle of his lantern convulsively.

In a low voice he recounts how the Devil has risen in the form of a leopard and rushed past without looking at the evocator, without saying a word.
The next day the sorcerer vanished, but another arrived.

This was a bungler named Du Mesnil.