"The Dragon Volant! Monsieur; the old fiery dragon! The devil himself, if all is true! On the faith of a Christian, Monsieur, they say that diabolical miracles have taken place in this house." "What do you mean? _Revenants_?" "Not at all, sir; I wish it was no worse. _Revenants_? No! People who have never returned--who vanished, before the eyes of half-a-dozen men all looking at them." "What do you mean, St. Clair? Let us hear the story, or miracle, or whatever it is." "It is only this, Monsieur, that an ex-master-of-the-horse of the late king, who lost his head--Monsieur will have the goodness to recollect, in the revolution--being permitted by the Emperor to return to France, lived here in this hotel, for a month, and at the end of that time vanished, visibly, as I told you, before the faces of half-a-dozen credible witnesses! The other was a Russian nobleman, six feet high and upwards, who, standing in the center of the room, downstairs, describing to seven gentlemen of unquestionable veracity the last moments of Peter the Great, and having a glass of _eau de vie_ in his left hand, and his _tasse de cafe,_ nearly finished, in his right, in like manner vanished. His boots were found on the floor where he had been standing; and the gentleman at his right found, to his astonishment, his cup of coffee in his fingers, and the gentleman at his left, his glass of _eau de vie_--" "Which he swallowed in his confusion," I suggested. "Which was preserved for three years among the curious articles of this house, and was broken by the _curé_ while conversing with Mademoiselle Fidone in the housekeeper's room; but of the Russian nobleman himself, nothing more was ever seen or heard. _Parbleu_! when _we_ go out of the Dragon Volant, I hope it may be by the door. I heard all this, Monsieur, from the postilion who drove us." "Then it _must_ be true!" said I, jocularly: but I was beginning to feel the gloom of the view, and of the chamber in which I stood; there had stolen over me, I know not how, a presentiment of evil; and my joke was with an effort, and my spirit flagged. Chapter XII THE MAGICIAN