Chapter 11

She disappeared. Only by those shadows which the torchlight cast could I judge of her movements. She went all but silently in those soft slippers, but I thought that she had stooped to examine the sarcophagus. Apparently she made no attempt to raise its wooden lid. The light grew brighter—ever brighter. She was approaching the low entrance to that antechamber in which we crouched! At the very threshold she paused. The light of her lamp painted a white fan which extended to within a few inches of my knees, touching …