CHAPTER XX

THE GRANITE SARCOPHAGUS (_Saturday, July 14; 10.10 p. m._) We arrived at the museum in less than ten minutes. Vance ran up the stone steps, Markham and Heath and I at his heels. Not only was there a light burning in the vestibule, but through the frosted glass panels of the front door we could see a bright light in the hall. Vance pressed the bell vigorously, but it was some time before Brush answered our summons. “Napping?” Vance asked. He was in a tense, sensitive mood. “No, sir.” Brush shrank …