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He
would
try
by
a
few
attentions
to
make
his
peace
with
the
girl
Howells
,
and
then
would
engage
her
as
his
accomplice
.
Together
they
would
come
at
night
to
the
cellar
,
and
their
united
force
would
suffice
to
raise
the
stone
.
So
far
I
could
follow
their
actions
as
if
I
had
actually
seen
them
.
"
But
for
two
of
them
,
and
one
a
woman
,
it
must
have
been
heavy
work
,
the
raising
of
that
stone
.
A
burly
Sussex
policeman
and
I
had
found
it
no
light
job
.
What
would
they
do
to
assist
them
?
Probably
what
I
should
have
done
myself
.
I
rose
and
examined
carefully
the
different
billets
of
wood
which
were
scattered
round
the
floor
.
Almost
at
once
I
came
upon
what
I
expected
.
One
piece
,
about
three
feet
in
length
,
had
a
very
marked
indentation
at
one
end
,
while
several
were
flattened
at
the
sides
as
if
they
had
been
compressed
by
some
considerable
weight
.
Evidently
,
as
they
had
dragged
the
stone
up
,
they
had
thrust
the
chunks
of
wood
into
the
chink
until
at
last
when
the
opening
was
large
enough
to
crawl
through
,
they
would
hold
it
open
by
a
billet
placed
lengthwise
,
which
might
very
well
become
indented
at
the
lower
end
,
since
the
whole
weight
of
the
stone
would
press
it
down
on
to
the
edge
of
this
other
slab
.
So
far
I
was
still
on
safe
ground
.
"
And
now
how
was
I
to
proceed
to
reconstruct
this
midnight
drama
?
Clearly
,
only
one
could
fit
into
the
hole
,
and
that
one
was
Brunton
.
The
girl
must
have
waited
above
.
Brunton
then
unlocked
the
box
,
handed
up
the
contents
presumably
--
since
they
were
not
to
be
found
--
and
then
--
and
then
what
happened
?
"
What
smouldering
fire
of
vengeance
had
suddenly
sprung
into
flame
in
this
passionate
Celtic
woman
's
soul
when
she
saw
the
man
who
had
wronged
her
=
=
wronged
her
,
perhaps
,
far
more
than
we
suspected
--
in
her
power
?
Was
it
a
chance
that
the
wood
had
slipped
and
that
the
stone
had
shut
Brunton
into
what
had
become
his
sepulchre
?
Had
she
only
been
guilty
of
silence
as
to
his
fate
?
Or
had
some
sudden
blow
from
her
hand
dashed
the
support
away
and
sent
the
slab
crashing
down
into
its
place
?
Be
that
as
it
might
,
I
seemed
to
see
that
woman
's
figure
still
clutching
at
her
treasure
trove
and
flying
wildly
up
the
winding
stair
,
with
her
ears
ringing
perhaps
with
the
muffled
screams
from
behind
her
and
with
the
drumming
of
frenzied
hands
against
the
slab
of
stone
which
was
choking
her
faithless
lover
's
life
out
.
"
Here
was
the
secret
of
her
blanched
face
,
her
shaken
nerves
,
her
peals
of
hysterical
laughter
on
the
next
morning
.
But
what
had
been
in
the
box
?
What
had
she
done
with
that
?
Of
course
,
it
must
have
been
the
old
metal
and
pebbles
which
my
client
had
dragged
from
the
mere
.
She
had
thrown
them
in
there
at
the
first
opportunity
to
remove
the
last
trace
of
her
crime
.
"
For
twenty
minutes
I
had
sat
motionless
,
thinking
the
matter
out
.
Musgrave
still
stood
with
a
very
pale
face
,
swinging
his
lantern
and
peering
down
into
the
hole
.
"
'
These
are
coins
of
Charles
the
First
,
"
said
he
,
holding
out
the
few
which
had
been
in
the
box
;
'
you
see
we
were
right
in
fixing
our
date
for
the
Ritual
.
'
"
'
We
may
find
something
else
of
Charles
the
First
,
"
I
cried
,
as
the
probable
meaning
of
the
first
two
questions
of
the
Ritual
broke
suddenly
upon
me
.
'
Let
me
see
the
contents
of
the
bag
which
you
fished
from
the
mere
.
'
"
We
ascended
to
his
study
,
and
he
laid
the
debris
before
me
.
I
could
understand
his
regarding
it
as
of
small
importance
when
I
looked
at
it
,
for
the
metal
was
almost
black
and
the
stones
lustreless
and
dull
.
I
rubbed
one
of
them
on
my
sleeve
,
however
,
and
it
glowed
afterwards
like
a
spark
in
the
dark
hollow
of
my
hand
.
The
metal
work
was
in
the
form
of
a
double
ring
,
but
it
had
been
bent
and
twisted
out
of
its
original
shape
.
