At that moment I noticed a strange sound, three times repeated,
coming from the park. Ordinarily I should not have attached any
more importance to it than I would to the noise of cats on the roof.
But the third time, the mew was so sharp and penetrating that I
remembered what I had heard about the cry of the Bete du bon Dieu.
As the cry had accompanied all the events at the Glandier, I could
not refrain from shuddering at the thought.
Directly afterwards I saw a man appear on the outside of the door,
and close it after him. At first I could not recognise him, for
his back was towards me and he was bending over a rather bulky
package. When he had closed the door and picked up the package,
he turned towards the dark closet, and then I saw who he was. He
was the forest-keeper, the Green Man. He was wearing the same
costume that he had worn when I first saw him on the road in front
of the Donjon Inn. There was no doubt about his being the keeper.
As the cry of the Bete du Bon Dieu came for the third time, he put
down the package and went to the second window, counting from the
dark closet.
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