“Where the servants would find it out? No; they’re too cunning for that.”
“Where then?” cried the old man, chuckling, and evidently enjoying it all.
“Why, to a place where nobody would go of a night—where it would all be quiet and still, and people would be afraid to walk for fear of seeing ghosts. Where would that be, gran’fa?”
Old Moredock’s jaw dropped, and he gazed down at his grandchild in a startled way.
“Not to the old morslem?” he whispered, in an awe-stricken tone.
“Pooh! No; but next door to it.”
“Not to my church, gel?”
“Not quite, gran’fa; but to the vestry.”
“What?”
“Yes, gran’fa,” whispered Dally excitedly. “Leo Salis gets out of the window and goes straight to the vestry, and meets Tom Candlish there night after night.”