Kuhlhafen, however, was not kept up in its present condition without
having uses in its princely owner's scheme of things. Although the
humble fisher-folk remained in ignorance of anything that went on
within its austere precincts, it was not so much abandoned by their
over-lord as they believed.
Thus it was that, one night, long after the village had been wrapped in
slumber, a powerful automobile, with blazing head-lights, flashed
through its single main street, and passed on up the heights towards
the dour silhouette above. Later, a second automobile passed over the
same route. And, with the coming of the second car, there was a tumult
of bustle raised amongst the resident staff at the castle.
Later on still, there was even a stranger happening. A single white eye
flashed out its searching rays from the sea and settled its focus upon
the castle. Then, as though satisfied with its inspection, it turned
its gaze upon the surface of the restless waters, and discovered a
small motor-driven boat heading towards the fishing-quay of the
village. Then, as though in answer to a signal, the blackness of the
castle hill was lit by a pair of eyes less dazzling than the eye from
the sea, and an automobile made its way towards the quay for which the
little sea-boat was heading.
The great secret council-chamber of Kuhlhafen possessed all the air of
a dungeon or crypt. It suggested no other for its original purpose. But
as long as the present house had ruled within its walls this great
underground apartment had been known as the secret council-chamber. It
was probably the oldest portion of the whole castle, for it certainly
dated back to the days somewhere before the earliest occupation of the
territory by the Romans.
One or two significant additions had been made since the great dungeon
had been converted to the dignity of a council-chamber. Down the length
of the low-roofed hall, between the central aisle of piers supporting
it, a long iron-bound oaken table filled up the major space. This was
flanked by a number of leather-seated chairs belonging to a similar
period, and of equal crudeness of manufacture.
Table and chairs formed the complete furnishing of this dreary
apartment, whose only beauty lay in the simple antiquity of its
architecture and the characteristic chiselling of the grey piers which
supported its quartered roof. For the rest, in the dim recesses beyond
the rays of the lamplight on the table, there were to be found the
wrought-iron sconces upon the walls, which had once doubtless served to
support the light of blazing torches. And further, still more remote
from the light, lost in the dusky corners, were an array of instruments
which had survived the years, and whose evil purpose there could be no
mistaking.
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