I'll look around a bit, dear. Perhaps the
witnesses are here somewhere."
"Oo-oo-ooh! Don't leave me!" she almost shrieked. "Look! There is a
graveyard! I won't stay here alone!" They were standing at the foot of
the rough wooden steps leading up to the church door.
"Pooh! Don't be afraid of tombstones," he scoffed; but he was
conscious of a little shiver in his back. "They can't bite, you know.
Besides, all churches have graveyards and crypts and--"
"This one has no crypt," she announced positively. "Goodness, I'm mud
up to my knees and rain down to them. Why doesn't he come?"
"I'll give the signal; we had to arrange one, you know, for the sake
of identity." He gave three loud, guttural coughs. A dog in the
distance howled mournfully, as if in response. Anne crept closer to
his side.
"It sounded as if some one were dying," she whispered. "Look, isn't
that a light?--over there among the gravestones!" A light flickered
for an instant in the wretched little graveyard and then disappeared
as mysteriously as it came. "It's gone! How ghostly!"
"Extraordinary! I don't understand. By Jove, it's beginning to rain
again.
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