But when I awoke it was with a start, to find that the place was silent, dark, and deserted.

The music had gone, the shuffling of footsteps on the stairs had ceased, the hum of voices had died away.

All was so quiet that my own breathing sounded loud and noisy.
I rubbed my eyes and looked round.

Yes, I was on the same seat, but not a soul was left in the place--only I--I and the wax figures.
The lights were out, all except one solitary gas-jet over the door of the Chamber of Horrors, which sent a flickering gleam my way, and danced weirdly in and out among the motionless images around me.

It was not a comfortable position to be in, and I confess I did not like it.