It rested upon the boxes and barrels, it fell upon the cobweb-hung beams overhead, and, glancing back, lit up the faces of Callister, Tisdale and Frank with a strange, unearthly glare.
With a loud cry the bank burglar, heedless of the blow aimed at him by his infuriated companion, sprang back.
"Lije! Lije! Look! look! It is Maria's ghost again!" he cried, frantically, clapping his hands before his face to shut out the light which met his gaze.
Before them standing by the side of the hole in which the buried treasure lay hidden, was the form of the mysterious woman who had played so stirring a part in this tale.
With one warning finger outstretched before her she glided forward and placed her form in front of Frank.
"Go, vile wretches!" she fiercely cried. "Go and work evil no more to me and mine! May Heaven's vengeance fall upon you both for your many crimes."
For an instant Elijah Callister stood regarding her with set teeth and eyes filled with snake-like glittering.
As he did so a mist seemed to rise before them, obscuring the woman and the youth, who now held her clasped tightly in his arms, from view.
And the light increased.
Through the cellar a loud crackling noise was heard as the light increased.