The vault in which we placed it (and which had been so long unopened that our torches, half smothered in its oppressive atmosphere, gave us little opportunity for investigation) was small, damp, and entirely without means of admission for light; lying, at great depth, immediately beneath that portion of the building in which was my own sleeping apartment.
La cripta en la que lo dejamos (y que estaba cerrada hacía tanto tiempo, que nuestras antorchas, semiapagadas en aquella atmósfera sofocante, no nos permitían ninguna investigación) era pequeña, húmeda y no dejaba penetrar la luz; estaba situada a una gran profundidad, justo debajo de aquella parte de la casa donde se encontraba mi dormitorio.