"You couldn't have dug it in the mausoleum."
"Why not?"
"It must have a stone floor."
"No, indeed. It was never finished, I suppose. Here, take a look."
The door grated on rusty hinges as Chefano pulled it open. The flashlight revealed soft dirt, on which lay a few old rusty spades.
The man with twisted lips turned out the light. Frenchy walked away as Chefano tried to swing the door shut. It required several attempts as the hinges had sprung.
Just as Chefano closed the door, Jupe strode over and snarled angrily. He clawed at the edge of the door as if to open it. Chefano hissed. The ape-faced man quieted.
"Stay out of there," he ordered. "Run along. Back in the house."
"He's a lot of trouble, isn't he?" observed Frenchy.
"Plenty. He's tried to get in that place a couple of times during the day. I've shown him that it's empty. But he's never satisfied. To-night's no time to humor him."