"A dull catalogue of nonentities, unknown to fame," she said, when Ivar had finished his recital. "But I observed that you entirely passed over the fourth alcove. Why? Raise the curtain and let me see what it contains."
With manifest reluctance the viscount lifted the drapery, revealing in the alcove a coffin on trestles.
"This is the coffin of Urien Ravengar, my grandfather."
"In saying that, you of course mean simply that that is the name on the plate."
"That coffin," broke in the earl in a harsh voice, "contains the body of my father, Urien Ravengar."
"I do not think so," replied Lorelie quietly.
In a blaze of wrath the earl turned suddenly upon Ivar.
"Fool! what have you been telling this woman?"
"I? Nothing!" replied the viscount, shrinking back. And seeing disbelief expressed on his father's face, he added, "Ask her: if she speak truth she will tell you that nothing relating to this coffin has passed my lips."
"Then how—how?" began the earl: then, breaking off abruptly, he turned to Lorelie with the question: "Tell me, then, what this coffin does contain?"