"I do," answered the hag. "Give me paper and pens."
Tidkins departed to fetch writing materials, food, some strong liquor, and oil for the old woman's lamp.
In five minutes he returned; and, placing those articles upon the table, said, "When will your task be completed?"
"It will take me some hours," returned the hag: "for I have much to think of—much to write!"
And she heaved a deep sigh.
"This evening I will visit you again," said the Resurrection Man.
He and Banks then fastened the huge door upon the old woman, and left the subterranean.
When they reached the street, the undertaker departed in the direction of his own house; and the Resurrection Man ascended to his apartment on the first floor.
CHAPTER CCXVIII.
THE VEILED VISITOR.
Mr. Tidkins sate down and smoked his pipe as calmly as if he were not at all afraid to be left alone to the company of the thoughts which the occupation was likely to stir up within him.