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She peered out into the corridor and, upon seeing no one, she stepped out onto a plush runner with an intricate floral pattern, whichbehee pieces and several lesser examples froes in garb of unknown style, and statuettes of young shepherds and ilt Definitely not to her own taste There appeared to be no set scheme to the décor, and it had more the look of the jumbled accumulation of a collector who lacked focus Or discernht of stairs with a handsoany Under different circuht foyer at the bottom The voices canized as the circus boss He ured out she was here As she could not see either of the speakers, she deter in a room--a parlor, perhaps?--just off the foyer

"I want you to keep your nose out of my business," the circus boss declared "No more hoaxes"

"I a about," replied the otherme of the most ridiculous--"

"I’ve five hundred witnesses who saw it, sous"

"I a to do with this"

"Who put her in there?" the circus boss demanded "Eh, Professor? Who put her in there? You are the one constantly attacking me with your libelous detractions"

"I do not care for your tone, sir," the one referred to as the professor replied, "or your accusations"

"I want to knohere the coffin is, and the old bones that were supposed to be in it I want theoodies intact"

There was a moment of heavy silence before the professor responded "Mr Hadley, I had no part in this hoax of yours Perhaps you should speak to your supplier before heaping groundless accusations upon an detected the distaste in the professor’s voice

"Groundless? You are the one always speaking againstme a desecrator How is that any different fro places of the dead for entertainoods for profit"

"They’re dead," Mr Hadley said, "and they don’t care What you do is not so different, opening tombs for your own audiences Why shouldn’t I profit from it, too?"