As they were whipped back they disclosed no ordinary wall but a
great expanse of mirror extending from floor to ceiling, from corner to
corner. When two other walls were exposed they too resolved themselves
into clearly reflecting surfaces.
"Clap-trap again," muttered Kendric, beginning to feel a strange dread
in his heart and growing angry with it and determined that Zoraida
should not guess.
"Be seated," commanded Zoraida sternly. "If you would see what
amusement is being offered a friend of yours!"
One by one the lamps were being put out by the hasty hand of the fellow
whom Kendric began to long to strangle; he could hear a low guttural
gurgling sort of noise rising from the thick throat, issuing from the
monstrous mouth. Zoraida did not appear to hear but sat rigid,
waiting. At last, when all but one opaque shaded lamp were
extinguished and the room was cast into shadowy gloom, Kendric,
impelled by environment, a curious dread and perhaps the will of
Zoraida, sat down on the stool.
"Clap-trap, you say!" scoffed Zoraida. "Watch the first mirror!"
At first the mirror reflected nothing save the shadowy room and a
vague, half-seen line of other mirrors. But while Kendric watched
there came a swift change. Somewhere a lamp had been lighted--several
lamps, for there was a brilliant light. He saw reflected what appeared
to be a small room with a door in one wall.
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