"No, no, I am sure."
She went to the square picture, and lifted it away from the wall.
"Look!" she said.
Behind the picture was a round whitish mark on the wall, showing where another picture had previously hung.
"Let us go, let us go! I don't like the flicker of these candles," she murmured, and she seized my arm.
We returned to the corridor. Her grip of me tightened.
"Was not that Alresca?" she cried.
"Where?"
"At the end of the corridor—there!"