“Where are the lights?” asked the clergyman.
“Lights?” repeated Dudleigh.
“Yes.”
“Well, it won't do to have lights,” said he, in the same agitated voice. “I—I explained all that. The light will show through the window. We must go down into the vaults.”
Outside, it was very obscure; inside, it was quite dark. Edit could see the outline of a large window and the white sheen of the clergyman's surplice; nothing more was visible.
The clergyman stood waiting. Dudleigh went to the witness and conversed with him in a low whisper.
“The witness,” said Dudleigh, as he came back, “forgot to bring lights. I have none. Have you any?”
“Lights?—no,” said the clergyman.
“What shall we do?”
“I don't know.”