"Let us go into the house," cried Spero excitedly. "God knows what may be going on there."
Benedetto shoved his arm under the vicomte's and opening the door said:
"You will find more here than will please you."
They both entered a dark corridor now, the door fell back in the lock and Spero asked:
"Where are we?"
"On the spot," mockingly said Benedetto.
At the same time Spero felt the arm of his companion slip from under his, and he was alone. The room in which he was had neither windows nor doors, and gritting his teeth the young man said:
"The wretch has ensnared me in a trap."
Something extraordinary happened now. The wall before him opened, and an open space came to view. The room lighted up, and Spero saw—Jane, but, merciful God, in what company!
She formed the centre of a wild orgy; glasses rang, coarse songs and oaths were heard from the lips of a crowd of shameless men and women who surrounded Jane, and uttering a loud cry Spero buried his face in his hands.