Chapter 24

Inside the Louvre Museum in France

The twilight deepened into the darkness and the clamor from the Rue de Rivoli faded and then waned and the distant Notre Dame appeared in the middle of the night, and the dark and lonely figure still sat silently in the shadows and it was not until I was nearing one in the morning that, with a sudden gasp and gasp of breath, John returned Smith came to consciousness and took in amazement for a short time. He thought he had fallen asleep in the study chair at home. The moon was shining sporadically through the uncut window, as his eye ran along the line of mummies and the endless array of polished chests. His existence and how he got there, John was not a nervous man and he had such a love for a new mode of his race that he stretched out his narrow limbs, looked at his watch and then burst into a chuckle as he watched the clock which would leave a wonderful anecdote to be presented in his next paper as a relief to the graver and heavier specul