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"Out of our world, at all events," says Ethel, indifferently

"Well, let us go," agrees Florence resignedly

So together they all start once more for the old tower As they reach the stone steps Sir Adrian says laughingly to Lady Laughton: "Nohat do you expect to see? A ghost--a phantouise?"

"A skeleton," answers Lady Laughton, returning his laugh; and with the words the door is pushed open, and they enter the rooh the narro holes and faintly lighting up the dismal room

What is that in yonder corner, the very corner where Sir Adrian's almost lifeless body had been found? Is this a trick, a delusion of the brain? What is this thing huddled together, lying in a heap--a ghastly, ragged, filthy heap, before their terrified eyes? And why does this charnel-house s aunt, awful, un words have coaze!

Sir Adrian, having hurriedly asked one of the men of the party to rewood proceed to exah they profess to each other total ignorance of what it can be, there is in their hearts a miserable certainty that appalls them Is this to be the end of the hen she had alluded to Arthur Dynecourt as being "out of their world," for it is his re scattered about testify only too plainly

Caught in the living grave he had destined for his cousin was Arthur Dynecourt on the night of Sir Adrian's release The lamp had dropped from his hand in the first horror of his discovery that his victi of the fatal lock and his insensibility

On recovering from his swoon, he had no doubt endured a hundred-fold more tortures than had the innocent Sir Adrian, as his consciencehim

And not too soon either could the ned for his victi fever of thirst were his, and withal a hopelessness ht else--a hopelessness that th as the interminable days went by