She had never been in this part of Paris before, only reading of it in the novels of Duvain; or seeing it at the Grand Guignol. So this was the Montmartre? That horror where danger lurked under cover of night, where innocent souls perished without warning -- where doom confronted the unwary -- where the Apache reveled. 　　She moved cautiously in the shadow of the high wall, lookin... (展开全部)