While Mercedes was making her inventory, arranging her jewels, gathering her keys to leave everything in perfect order, she didn't notice a pale, sinister face at the glass door that lit the hallway, a door from which everything could be seen and heard.
The man watching without being heard or seen probably caught everything that happened in Mercedes's rooms. From that glass door, the pale-faced man went to the Count's bedroom and lifted the curtain with a trembling hand, looking down at the courtyard below. He stood there for ten minutes, motionless and silent, listening to his own heartbeat. Those ten minutes felt eternal.
