"The property stands back from Mountain Pike, below Ridge Road. It was reached by a lane extending from Ridge Road, but the byway has fallen into disuse and has long since become little more than a path.
The iron fence erected by Harper Marsden still surrounds the property, including the ancient graveyard."
Bruce Duncan was still studying the scene below when Harry Vincent concluded his reading. He acted as though he had not heard a single word.
"Want me to read it again?"
"No," replied Bruce. "I heard it. That's why I'm so interested. I'm looking at the old cemetery."
"Can you see it from here?"
"Yes, to the left of the mausoleum. The tombstones look like little gray bricks. There's some one sitting on one of them."
"What!"
"Some one sitting on one of them," repeated Bruce. "A man, sitting on a tombstone. He looks very small, even with these field glasses. He's moving now.
"Harry, he's walking over by the mausoleum. He's running, now, toward the old ruins. Harry, it's the ape-faced man! He's gone!"