Chapter

1 8,2 |     the secret of the poisoned key that lay always on the pope'
2 8,2 | cupboard: on the handle of the key there was a little spike,
3 15,2|       his bed, gave Caesar the key of the corridor which led
4 16,1|      of which he alone had the key; also this key never left
5 16,1|   alone had the key; also this key never left him; by day it
6 16,2|         anyhow, he had not the key. ~But summoning his recollections,
7 16,2|        for the place where the key might have fallen, by the
8 16,2|     sought for it, for in this key was his last hope: suddenly
9 16,2|     glitter of the long-sought key, and as soon as the door