All those terrible reminiscences which were associated with her knowledge of the Resurrection Man, rushed to her mind; and she trembled to descend into the vault at her feet, for fear she should never return.
These terrors were too much for her. She, moreover, recalled to mind that nearly an hour had now elapsed since the Resurrection Man and the Buffer had departed; and she knew not how speedily they might conclude their task. Besides, some unforeseen accident or sudden interruption might compel them to beat a retreat homewards; and she knew full well that if she were discovered there, death would be her portion.
She accordingly determined to postpone any further examination into the mysteries of that house until some further occasion.
Having closed the stone trap-door and replaced the brick in the wall of the chimney, she hastened back to the upper floor, where she speedily retired to bed.
We may as well observe that during the time she was in the lower room, no sound of a human tongue met her ears.
But perhaps the victim slept!
CHAPTER CVIII.
THE EXHUMATION.
THE night was fine—frosty—and bright with the lustre of a lovely moon.
Even the chimneys and gables of the squalid houses of Globe Town appeared to bathe their heads in that flood of silver light.
