"He is going there!" she cried, in an awful voice.
Elsie caught hold of her and raised herself so as to look out of the window.
"Who—who? What do you mean?"
"See—see!" continued Elizabeth. "Some one is creeping towards the cypress. He has a spade in his hand. Merciful God, it is too late!"
"Is it Grantley?" shrieked Elsie. "Is it Grantley?"
"There he goes! I told you I heard steps! My God! my God!"
She fell on her knees by the window, still staring out into the spectral light. Elsie gave one glance, saw her brother walking towards the cypress, and then sank back, unable to venture another look.