She got her hand free. The crystal bell rang in the quiet of the early morning with an eerie thinness, penetrating the silence like a silver knife.
"There!" Edith Williams panted. "I've rung it. I know you don't believe, but I do. It'll bring David back." She raised her voice. "David!" she called. "David, son! Can you hear me?"
"Edith," Dr. Williams groaned. "You're just tormenting yourself. Come home. Please come home."
"Not until David has come back.... David, David, can you hear me?" She rang the bell again, rang it until Dr. Williams seized it, then she let him take it.
"Edith, Edith," he groaned. "If only you had let me come alone...."
"Mark, listen!"
"What?"
"Listen!" she whispered with fierce urgency.
He was silent. And then fingers of horror drew themselves down his spine at the clear, youthful voice that came up to them from the darkness below.
"Mother?... Dad?... Where are you?"