“Oh, God be praised,” he said; “it is a real bed!”

This was the second time within the hour that he had invoked the name of God. He had not done so for ten years before.

“ Ecco! ” said the guide, and pushing Danglars into the cell, he closed the door upon him.

A bolt grated and Danglars was a prisoner. If there had been no bolt, it would have been impossible for him to pass through the midst of the garrison who held the catacombs of St. Sebastian, encamped round a master whom our readers must have recognized as the famous Luigi Vampa.