horrid depths, as if he saw there the horrible fate which afterwards befell him. Suddenly he drew back,Pierre Turgeon Tröjor, covering his face with his hands, and I saw a look pass from Guy Pollard to that watchful third figure,Ryan Strome Tröjor, which, if it had not been on the face of a gentleman, I should certainly call demoniacal. The next instant the third figure stepped forward, and before I could move or utter the scream that rose to my lips,Dame Moncler Grillon, Mr. Barrows had disappeared from view in the horrid recesses of that black hole, and only Guy Pollard and that other mysterious one, who I now saw wore a heavy black domino and mask, remained standing on its dark verge.
“A cry, so smothered that it scarcely came to my ears, rose for an instant from the pit,Zbynek Michalek Tröjor, then I saw Guy Pollard stoop forward and put what seemed to be a question to the victim below. From the nature of the smile that crossed his lip as he drew back,Tampa Bay Lightning Tröjor, I judged it had not been answered satisfactorily; and was made yet more sure of this when the third person, stooping, took up the light, and beckoning to Guy Pollard,Mason Raymond Tröjor, began to walk away. Yes, Miss Sterling, I am telling no goblin tale, as you can see if you will cast your eyes on our companion over there. They walked away, and the light grew dimmer and dimmer and the sense of horror deeper and deeper, till a sudden cry, rising shrill enough now from that deadly hole, drew the two conspirators slowly back to stand again upon its fatal brink, and, as it seemed to me, propound again that question, for answer to which they appeared ready to barter their honor, if not their souls.
“And this time they got it. The decisive gesture of the masked figure, and the speed with which Guy Pollard disappeared from the spot, testified that the knowledge they wanted was theirs, and that only some sort of action remained to be performed. What that action was I could not imagine,Bobby Clarke Tröjor, for,Teddy Purcell Tröjor, though Mr. Pollard carried away the lantern, the masked figure had remained.
“Meantime darkness was ours; a terrible darkness, as you may imagine,NHL Mens Dallas Stars Black Camo Stack Pullover Hoodie, Miss Sterling, in which it was impossible not to wait for a repetition of that smothered cry from the depths of this unknown horror. But it did not come; and amid a silence awful as the grave, the minutes went by till at last, to my great relief, the light appeared once more in the far recesses of the cellar, and came twinkling on till it reached the masked figure, which,Jakub Kindl Tröjor, to all appearance, had not moved hand or foot since it went away.
“Miss Sterling, you have doubtless consoled yourself during this narration with the thought that the evil which I had seen done had been the work of Guy and a person who need not necessarily have been our friend here. But I must shatter whatever satisfaction you may have derived from the possible absence of Dwight Pollard from this scene, by saying that when the lantern paused and I had the opportunity to see who carried it, I found that it was no longer in the hand of the younger brother,Teemu Selanne Tröjor, but had been transferred to that of Dwight, and that he,Dalton Prout Tröjor, not Guy, now stood in the cellar before me.
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