to the gallery. Satan himself I believe is in the chamber next to
the gallery."

Manfred, who hitherto had treated the terror of his servants as an
idle panic, was struck at this new circumstance. He recollected
the apparition of the portrait, and the sudden closing of the door
at the end of the gallery. His voice faltered, and he asked with
disorder -

"What is in the great chamber?"

"My Lord," said Jaquez, "when Diego and I came into the gallery, he
went first, for he said he had more courage than I. So when we
came into the gallery we found nobody. We looked under every bench
and stool; and still we found nobody."

"Were all the pictures in their places?" said Manfred.

"Yes, my Lord," answered Jaquez; "but we did not think of looking
behind them."

"Well, well!" said Manfred; "proceed."

"When we came to the door of the great chamber," continued Jaquez,
"we found it shut."

"And could not you open it?" said Manfred.

"Oh! yes, my Lord; would to Heaven we had not!" replied he--"nay,
it was not I neither; it was Diego: he was grown foolhardy, and