"What have you there?" he asked.
"I don't know yet. Lift up the head, so that we can slip the chain over and find out."
Granger did as he was bidden; but, as he stooped to his task, he was horribly conscious that the dead man's eyes were intently fixed upon him, as if they knew and lived on, though every other part of the motionless body was dead and ignorant.
"Well, here it is. It's a locket."
Granger started up from the ground trembling. "Père Antoine, do you think we ought to look at it?" he said.
"Why not?"
"Look at the eyes of that dead man."
"They seem to me to be saying 'yes.'"
Granger looked again, went near, bent down and looked carefully; then he turned his head. "You are right," he said; "I also think they are saying 'yes.'"
The priest put the locket in his hand. "It is for you to open it," he said.