“It is some one who is concealed in the church, and whom we shall be sure to discover, for there is but one exit, by the front door; and if she comes out of that, we shall see her; or if she remains in the building, we shall be sure to find her there. Since I saw the face drop from the window, I have carefully watched the door. Do you also watch it, my dear Sybil; so that the creature, whatever it is, may not pass us,” said Mr. Berners, as he strode on rapidly towards the church, followed by his wife.
They entered together, and looked eagerly around.
Though the sun had set some ten minutes before, yet the “after glow” shone in through the six tall gothic window spaces, and revealed clearly every nook and corner of the interior. Their strange inmate or visitor, whichever she might be, was nowhere to be seen.
With an impatient gesture, Mr. Berners set down the coffee-pot, and hurried towards the door of the vault, and looked through the iron grating. But he could see nothing but the top of those stairs, the bottom of which disappeared in the darkness.
He then shook the door; but it firmly resisted all his strength. The bars appeared to be built into the solid masonry.
“This is really confounding to all one’s intelligence,” exclaimed Lyon Berners, gazing around in perplexity.
“It is, indeed. But it is well that you have seen this mystery with your own eyes, for if you had not done so, you never would have believed in it,” said Sybil, gravely shaking her head.
“Nor do I believe in it, now that I have seen it.”
“Then you will not trust the united evidence of your own eyes and mine.”
“No, Sybil; not for a prodigy so out of nature as that would be,” replied Lyon Berners, firmly.