"Got a pass, boss ?" "No," said the Chevalier.
The man looked at him keenly.

"Oh, I see! one of de profesh." The Chevalier nodded haughtily.

The man preceded him by devious, narrow ways and dark staircases, coming abruptly upon a small apartment where the Princess sat on a low divan.

A single lamp inclosed in an ominous wire cage flared above her.

Strange things lay about the floor and shelves, and from another door he could see hideous masks, frightful heads, and disproportionate faces.