“Okay.”
Quickly Florence reached through the crack. “Feels like a box!” she exclaimed excitedly. “But I can’t get it out. There’s a roll of paper or something, too.”
“We’ll push a little harder,” said Jo Ann. “Push, Peg—with all your might. Now—can you—get hold—of them?”
“I’ve got them!” Florence’s voice was triumphant. “Hold it just another second so I can see if there’s anything else.” She flashed the light into the opening again.
“Hurry!” cut in Peggy. “We can’t—hold this thing—much longer. It weighs a ton.”
“I can’t see anything else,” Florence said a moment later. “Let it go.”
With sighs of relief Jo Ann and Peggy let the slab drop into place.
“Whew—that stone was heavy!” gasped Peggy. She glanced disappointedly at the small black box and roll of paper which Florence held in her hand. “And all that hard work for nothing but a little insignificant-looking box and a piece of paper! I told you these were nothing but grave vaults. Let’s get out of this cemetery.”
After one last glance around the room Jo Ann followed Peggy and Florence to the door.
“I’m glad the door’s not stuck this time,” she remarked as she pulled it shut.