He saw before him the sun-pierced nave of a great cathedral, and on the stones lay a dead man with a mocking smile upon his face.
"Cursing himself for a fool, he turned away with a laugh.

But his laugh was short-lived, for it seemed to him that something else in the room was laughing also.

Struck suddenly still, with his feet glued to the ground, he stood listening for a while: then sought with starting eyes the corner from where the sound had seemed to come.

But the white thing standing there was only grinning.
"Monsieur wiped the damp sweat from his head and hands, and stole out.
"For a couple of days he did not enter the room again.

On the third, telling himself that his fears were those of a hysterical girl, he opened the door and went in.