The Haunted Monastery [antikvár]

The two men sitting close together in the secluded room, up in the tower of the old monastery, listened for a while silently to the roar of the storm that was raging among the dark moimtains outside. Violent gusts of wind were tearing at the tower, the cold draught penetrated even the solid wooden shutters.One of the men looked uneasily at the flickering flame of the single candle that cast their two weirdly distorted shadows on the plaster wall. He asked again in a tired voice:'Why do you insist on doing it tonight?''Because I choose to!' the second replied placidly. 'Don't you think that today's feast is a most appropriate occasion?''With all those people about here?' the first asked dubiously.'You are not afraid, are you?' his companion asked with a sneer. 'You weren't afraid on that former occasion, remember?'The other made no reply. Thunder rumbled in the distant mountains. Tlien there came a torrential downpour. The rain clattered against the shutters with a rattle as of hailstones. Suddenly he said:'No, I am not afraid. But I repeat that the facer'vriWIi fii : Ii ' i!.I: . 'h^-,