CHAPTER XI
ATTACKED FROM BEHIND
Lew Flapp watched Sam's departure with much anxiety. As my old readers know, he was a coward at heart, and the thought of being put under arrest for the robbery of Aaron Fairchild's shop made him quake in every limb.
"I must get out of here, I really must," he told himself, over and over again.
He shook the door violently, but it refused to budge. Then he tried to reach the catch by putting his hand through the grating, but found it was out of his reach.
"It's a regular prison cell!" he groaned. "What a fool I was to come in here!"
He tried to reach the catch by using his stick, but that was also a failure.
"Wonder if I can't find a bit of wire, or something?" he mused, and struck a match he had in his pocket.
Now it chanced that the widow who had given the new vault to the cemetery association had a horror of allowing supposed dead folks to be buried alive. As a consequence she had had the vault furnished with an electric button which opened the door from the inside. It had been stipulated that a light should be placed close to the button, but as yet this was not in place.
By the light of the match Lew Flapp saw the button, and these words over it: