The observation with which the muffled stranger concluded his brief narrative, convinced Wagner that it was amongst those ruins the brethren of the Rosy Cross had fixed their secret abode. But he had no time for reflection, inasmuch as his guide hurried him on amidst the tombs, on which the light of the silver moon now streamed with a power and an effect that no dark cloud for the time impaired. Stopping at the base of one of the most splendid monuments in the cemetery, the muffled stranger touched some secret spring, and a large marble block immediately opened like a door, the aperture revealing a narrow flight of stone steps. Wagner was directed to descend first, a command which he obeyed without hesitation, his guide closing the marble entrance ere he followed. For several minutes the two descended in total darkness. At length, a faint, glimmering light met Wagner's view; and as he proceeded it grew stronger and stronger, until it became of such dazzling brilliancy that his eyes ached with the supernatural splendor. That glorious luster was diffused from a silver lamp, hanging to the arched roof of a long passage, or corridor of masonry, to which the stone steps led. "Fernand Wagner," said the guide, in his mild and somewhat monotonous voice, "thou now beholdest the eternal lamp of the Rosicrucians. For a hundred and twenty years has that lamp burnt with as powerful a luster as that which it now sheds forth; and never once--no, not once during that period, has it been replenished. No human hand has touched it since the day when it was first suspended there by the great founder of our sect." All doubt was now dispelled from the mind of Wagner--if a doubt he had even for a moment entertained since the muffled stranger had summoned him from the inn:--he was indeed in the secret abode of the holy sect of the Rosy Cross! His guide, too, was a member of that brotherhood--and there, almost too dazzling to gaze upon, burnt the eternal lamp which was the symbol of the knowledge cherished by the order! Wagner turned to gaze in wonder and admiration upon his guide: and beneath the broad brim of the slouched hat, he beheld a countenance venerable with years, imposing with intelligence, and benevolent with every human charity. "Wise and philanthropic Rosicrucian!" exclaimed Wagner, "I offer thee my deepest gratitude for having permitted me to enter this sanctuary. But how camest thou to learn that I sought admittance hither? and unveil to me the great mysteries of this place." "We are the servants of holy angels, who reveal to us in visions the will of the Most High," answered the Rosicrucian; "and they who commanded me to bring thee hither, will induce thine heart to retain our secret inviolable." "Not for worlds," cried Wagner, with an enthusiasm which denoted sincerity, "would I betray ye!"