"I say," said Felicity suddenly, to the guide, "don't you find all this terribly depressing? Do you hate all these creatures?"
"No, miss," said the showman smilingly, "I'm so used to them. I regard them almost like relations. 'Ere we 'ave a couple of French criminals. Their little game, if you please, was to decoy to their 'ome young ladies, and take away all their belongings, and everything else they possessed."
"Oh, how horrid of them!" said Vera indignantly.
The chasseur grinned. "Yes, they weren't nice people, miss."
"I think you would like Burke and Hare, sir," he said persuasively to Wilton. "Let me tell you a bit about them."
"He talks as if they were Marshall and Snelgrove," murmured Wilton.
"What was the reason of their motive?" asked Felicity.
"Strychnine, miss," readily answered the well-informed guide.
"I suppose people get awfully hardened, eventually, to this sort of thing? I'm not. I'm terribly nervous. I'm frightened out of my life. If it weren't for you, Lady Chetwode, I should faint, and be carried out by the emergency exit."
While the chasseur went into atrocious details, Bertie was so frightened that he had to hold Felicity's hand.... Vera felt quite out of it, and in the cold. When once they got into the Chamber of Horrors, nobody had taken any notice of her, nor even heard her remarks. Felicity and Bertie were evidently at once excited and amused. As she was standing alone pretending to look at some relics, the gallant chasseur came up and said, "There's an emergency exit 'ere, if you like to go out 'ere, madam."