The old woman must have been a marvellously sensitive subject, for she leaned against the wall—her stool had no back—and closed her eyes in apparent deep slumber almost immediately. Her face was perfectly expressionless, and her limbs were absolutely still. She looked—as Cyril thought, with a shudder—like a corpse. Durgo spoke softly in her ear: "Are you free?" he asked gently.
"Yes," said Mrs. Tunks, in a far-away, faint voice.
"Go to the Manor-house."
"I am there."
"Enter!"
"The door is fast closed," said Mrs. Tunks, still faintly.
"Doors are no bars to you now; you can pass through the door."
There came a short pause. "I have passed. I am inside."
"Seek out Vand and his wife," commanded the negro softly.
"I have found them."