It was divided into three portions, separated by rough columns.
A spring of water trickled in and trickled out of a great stone
trough, ever full and overflowing with a soft, tinkling sound, like
a clepsydra measuring the movements of eternity. The cool, fresh,
living water diffused throughout the vaults an even, mild
temperature the year round. The gardeners of the Chateau took
advantage of this, and used the vault as a favorite storeroom for
their crops of fruit and vegetables for winter use in the Chateau.
La Corriveau went resolutely forward, as one who knew what she
sought and where to find it, and presently stood in front of a
recess containing a wooden panel similar to that in the Chateau,
and movable in the same manner. She considered it for some moments,
muttering to herself as she held aloft the candle to inspect it
closely and find the spring by which it was moved.
La Corriveau had been carefully instructed by Mere Malheur in every
point regarding the mechanism of this door. She had no difficulty
in finding the secret of its working.
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