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And
the
cab
drove
off
into
the
night
.
The
Persian
had
seen
the
poor
,
unfortunate
Erik
for
the
last
time
.
Three
weeks
later
,
the
Epoque
published
this
advertisement
:
"
Erik
is
dead
.
"
I
have
now
told
the
singular
,
but
veracious
story
of
the
Opera
ghost
.
As
I
declared
on
the
first
page
of
this
work
,
it
is
no
longer
possible
to
deny
that
Erik
really
lived
.
There
are
to
-
day
so
many
proofs
of
his
existence
within
the
reach
of
everybody
that
we
can
follow
Erik
’
s
actions
logically
through
the
whole
tragedy
of
the
Chagnys
.
There
is
no
need
to
repeat
here
how
greatly
the
case
excited
the
capital
.
The
kidnapping
of
the
artist
,
the
death
of
the
Comte
de
Chagny
under
such
exceptional
conditions
,
the
disappearance
of
his
brother
,
the
drugging
of
the
gas
-
man
at
the
Opera
and
of
his
two
assistants
:
what
tragedies
,
what
passions
,
what
crimes
had
surrounded
the
idyll
of
Raoul
and
the
sweet
and
charming
Christine
!
.
.
.
What
had
become
of
that
wonderful
,
mysterious
artist
of
whom
the
world
was
never
,
never
to
hear
again
?
.
.
.
She
was
represented
as
the
victim
of
a
rivalry
between
the
two
brothers
;
and
nobody
suspected
what
had
really
happened
,
nobody
understood
that
,
as
Raoul
and
Christine
had
both
disappeared
,
both
had
withdrawn
far
from
the
world
to
enjoy
a
happiness
which
they
would
not
have
cared
to
make
public
after
the
inexplicable
death
of
Count
Philippe
.
.
.
They
took
the
train
one
day
from
"
the
northern
railway
station
of
the
world
.
"
.
.
.
Possibly
,
I
too
shall
take
the
train
at
that
station
,
one
day
,
and
go
and
seek
around
thy
lakes
,
O
Norway
,
O
silent
Scandinavia
,
for
the
perhaps
still
living
traces
of
Raoul
and
Christine
and
also
of
Mamma
Valerius
,
who
disappeared
at
the
same
time
!
.
.
.
Possibly
,
some
day
,
I
shall
hear
the
lonely
echoes
of
the
North
repeat
the
singing
of
her
who
knew
the
Angel
of
Music
!
.
.
.
Long
after
the
case
was
pigeonholed
by
the
unintelligent
care
of
M
.
le
Juge
d
’
Instruction
Faure
,
the
newspapers
made
efforts
,
at
intervals
,
to
fathom
the
mystery
.
One
evening
paper
alone
,
which
knew
all
the
gossip
of
the
theaters
,
said
:
"
We
recognize
the
touch
of
the
Opera
ghost
.
"
And
even
that
was
written
by
way
of
irony
.
The
Persian
alone
knew
the
whole
truth
and
held
the
main
proofs
,
which
came
to
him
with
the
pious
relics
promised
by
the
ghost
.
It
fell
to
my
lot
to
complete
those
proofs
with
the
aid
of
the
daroga
himself
.
Day
by
day
,
I
kept
him
informed
of
the
progress
of
my
inquiries
;
and
he
directed
them
.
He
had
not
been
to
the
Opera
for
years
and
years
,
but
he
had
preserved
the
most
accurate
recollection
of
the
building
,
and
there
was
no
better
guide
than
he
possible
to
help
me
discover
its
most
secret
recesses
.
He
also
told
me
where
to
gather
further
information
,
whom
to
ask
;
and
he
sent
me
to
call
on
M
.
Poligny
,
at
a
moment
when
the
poor
man
was
nearly
drawing
his
last
breath
.
I
had
no
idea
that
he
was
so
very
ill
,
and
I
shall
never
forget
the
effect
which
my
questions
about
the
ghost
produced
upon
him
.
He
looked
at
me
as
if
I
were
the
devil
and
answered
only
in
a
few
incoherent
sentences
,
which
showed
,
however
—
and
that
was
the
main
thing
—
the
extent
of
the
perturbation
which
O
.
G
.
,
in
his
time
,
had
brought
into
that
already
very
restless
life
(
for
M
.
Poligny
was
what
people
call
a
man
of
pleasure
)
.
When
I
came
and
told
the
Persian
of
the
poor
result
of
my
visit
to
M
.
Poligny
,
the
daroga
gave
a
faint
smile
and
said
:
