THERE WAS ONE MORE STONE FACE TOO MANY UP AT THE CHATEAU.
The Gorgon had surveyed the building again in the night, and had added the one stone face wanting; the stone face for which it had waited through about two hundred years.
It lay back on the pillow of Monsieur the Marquis. It was like a fine mask, suddenly startled, made angry, and petrified.
Driven home into the heart of the stone figure attached to it was a knife. Round its hilt was a frill of paper, on which was scrawled: “Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from JACQUES.”
— Dickens, Tale of Two Cities