So the little taper was divided into several parts and each girl began a
careful examination of the walls, pressing the plaster, which they hoped
might conceal a ring or a button that, if touched, would reveal an
opening. What would have happened if a sudden blast had blown out their
candles, they never thought, for they had no means of lighting them
again; and, of course, none of the Sisters had the slightest idea where
they might be. Happily this did not occur, and though the surface of the
walls was perfectly smooth, Isabelle declared that when she tapped the
part under the staircase it sounded hollow.
This discovery threw the whole party into a state of wild excitement.
'We have found it at last!' they cried; 'this staircase leads down to
the cell where living victims have been buried.' They jostled each other
so as to place their ears against the wall, but strange to say, in spite
of their fervent wish, they were compelled to confess that they heard
nothing. All, that is except Isabelle, who persisted in declaring that
they must every one of them be deaf, as the sounds of groans and
clanking chains were quite plain.
'Then we must break down the wall,' said Mary, 'and the sooner we begin
the better.'
In an instant the wall was attacked by the collection of arms the girls
had brought with them. Tongs, pokers, shovels were all brought into
play, but luckily without making any impression on the stones, which
otherwise might have come rattling about their heads. Besides, the
demons dared not make _too_ much noise, for they were afraid of being
heard, as they did not know exactly in which part of the convent they
might happen to be.
Only a few pieces of plaster had fallen when the warning bell for
prayers clanged through the building. How they contrived the upward
climb from one balustrade to another, they never knew, and that they
were able to do it at all was almost a miracle. Down they dashed along
the passages, brushing the plaster from their dresses as they ran, and
arrived breathless as the two classes were forming to enter the chapel.
During the whole winter they worked at the wall, but, persevering though
they were, the obstacles encountered were so many that at length they
decided it was sheer folly to waste more time on it, and they had better
try to force an entrance by some other way.
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