“No, no!” she said. “Don’t arrest me. I’ve done nothing to be arrested for. Come to the house in the morning and I’ll explain everything.”
The lawyer hesitated.
“You may go to the house, if you wish; but Mr. Parsons will go with you, and guard the place until morning,” he said.
Toby Clark was pulling his sleeve.
“One moment, sir, before you decide,” he pleaded.
“What is it, Toby?”
“Come with me, please.”
The boy went to the door of the mausoleum, touched the secret spring, and the marble block swung out. Elaine gave a cry that was half a sob and pressed her hands to her heart again.
“Come in, please—all of you, if you will,” said the clerk.
Parsons and Mr. Ferguson followed him into the black interior of the tomb. The air was close and bore a peculiar, sickening odor.