"There's somebody here ahead of us."
All looked where Haskell pointed, and they were able to make out the figure of a man standing in one of the numerous paths which wound through the garden. He appeared not to have noticed the advancing party.
"He isn't ten feet from the grave," whispered Haskell. "It's under that tree right beside him."
At this moment the moon broke through the cloud. Its light fell round the figure in the path.
It was Dr. Jarvis.
Nick's first thought was that this was another sleep-walking wonder, but in a second this idea was dispelled.
The doctor saw the intruders. He uttered an exclamation, and seemed about to retreat in the direction of the hospital. Then summoning up his courage, he paused, and confronted them as they came forward.
"Who are you?" he asked, in a trembling voice.
"I'll soon show you who I am?" cried Deever, angrily, "and I'll show these gentlemen what you are, in a few minutes."
"Lawrence Deever!" cried the doctor.