 contrast with the moon's
bright splendour, a gloom in which carved headstone and sarcophagus
took on strange and unexpected shapes.  Suddenly Mr. Dalroyd's cane
faltered in its airy swing, stopped, and he stood motionless, his body
rigid, his breath in check, his eyes wide and staring.  Before him
loomed a great mausoleum, its pallid outline vague in the half-light,
but on this side the weatherworn marble was cracked and split and from
this yawning fissure a ghastly radiance streamed; then this unholy
light vanished and upon the stillness came a ghostly rustling, a soft
thud and the sound of heavy breathing.  Mr. Dalroyd shrank cowering
into the deeper shadow of a buttress and dropping his cane upon the
grass groped for the hilt of his small-sword.  Then, as he stared
unwinking, forth from the tomb a dim form wriggled, crouched awhile
fumbling, stood upright, and Mr. Dalroyd saw a vague head, awful and
shapeless and crowned with curving horns.  This dreadful thing stood
awhile as if listening for distant sounds then took a stride forward,
floundered over a grave and cursed fluently.  Mr. Dalroyd loosed rigid
fingers from his sword-hilt, picked up his cane and, keeping well in
the shadow, began to follow this strange figure; ghost-like it flitted
on among the tombs until, reaching the wall; it leapt nimbly over,
stood to listen and glance furtively about, then set off down the road
at a smart pace.  Mr. Dalroyd, treading with infinite caution for the
night was very still, followed whither it led, viewing the shapeless
thing with gaze that never wavered.  Thus, in a while, they reached a
grassy bye-lane flanked on the one side by a thick hedge and on the
other by a high wall.  Here the figure paused and Mr. Dalroyd,
shrinking into the shadow of the hedge, saw it glance up and down the
lane, saw it lift long arms and heard a faint scuffling as, mounting
this wall it paused awhile athwart the coping ere it
contrast with the moon's 
 bright splendour, a gloom in which carve keystone and sarcophagus 
 took on strange and unexpected shapes.   on the spur of the moment Mr. Dalroyd's cane 
 faltered in its airy swing, stop, and he stood motionless, his body 
 inflexible, his breath in check, his center wide and staring.   Before him 
 loom a big mausoleum, its pallid outline vague in the half - light, 
 but on this side the weatherworn marble was cracked and divide and from 
 this yawning fissure a ghastly radiance pour; then this unholy 
 light vanished and upon the stillness occur a ghostly rustling, a soft 
 thud and the sound of heavy breathing.   Mr. Dalroyd flinch cowering 
 into the deeper shadow of a buttress and dropping his cane upon the 
 grass grope for the hilt of his small - sword.   Then, as he stared 
 unwinking, forth from the tomb a dim form wriggled, crouched awhile 
 fumbling, stood upright, and Mr. Dalroyd watch a vague head, awful and 
 shapeless and crown with curving horns.   This dreadful matter stood 
 awhile as if heed for distant sounds then accept a stride forward, 
 floundered over a grave and cursed fluently.   Mr. Dalroyd loosed rigid 
 fingers from his sword - hilt, picked up his cane and, keeping well in 
 the shadow, begin to pursue this strange figure; ghost - like it flitted 
 on among the tombs until, reach the wall; it leapt nimbly all over, 
 stood to heed and glance furtively about, then set off down the road 
 at a smart pace.   Mr. Dalroyd, treading with infinite circumspection for the 
 night was very still, followed whither it led, viewing the amorphous 
 thing with gaze that never wavered.   Thus, in a while, they reached a 
 grassy bye - lane flank on the one side by a thick hedge and on the 
 other by a gamey wall.   Here the human body paused and Mr. Dalroyd, 
 flinch into the shadow of the hedge, saw it glance up and down the 
 lane, saw it lift long weaponry and heard a faint scuffling as, ride 
 this wall it paused awhile athwart the hook ere it
 cojtrast with the moon's
brinht splendour, a yooom ii which carved feadstone and sarcophagus
toon in steange and unexpected sfapes.  Sufdenly Me. Daoeoyd's cane
hzltered in ita airv wwing, stopped, snd he stomd motionless, vir yody
rigid, his breath in check, his eyqs wide ajd staring.  Besore rim
lkomed a great mausoleum, its pallid outlint vague in the halg-light,
but on this side the weahherworn marble wad cracked abd s[oit and from
ghis yawning fissure a ghastly radiance streamed; then this unholy
ligyt vajhshed and u'on thv stillness came a ghmstly ristling, a soft
bhud end rhe sound of heavy brxathing.  Mr. Dalroyd fhrank cofexing
into the deeper syaeow ox a tuttfwss ans vrolping jis cane upon the
grass geoped for the hilt pf yis small-swors.  Theg, ws he stared
unwinking, forth from the tokb z dim form wriggled, croyched awhile
fumbling, dtood upryght, and Mr. Dalroyd saw a vague head, awful and
sha[elesa anb crowvwd with curving horns.  This dreadful thing stooq
zwnike as if listeking for distant spujdx then took a rtride fodward,
floundered ovfr a grwve abd cursed flurntly.  Mr. Dalroyd loosed ritid
fingers fgom yis sword-hilt, pickzd up his caue and, keepong well in
the shadow, bzgan tk follow thls strangs figure; ghost-likd in flhtted
on among the tombs uneil, reachmng tke wall; kt lgapt niibly over,
shood bm listen and glancf furjively about, thej set off down the road
at a smacv pace.  Mr. Dakrmyd, treadiny with infinite caueion for the
niyht was rery sgill, follosed whivher it led, diewing the svwpeless
thing with gase tyat bever wxxered.  Thus, in a while, nhty reached a
grassy bye-lane fkanysd on the one snbe by a thick hedbe xnd oj vhe
otrar by a high walu.  Frre tfe figure pcured snd Mr. Dalroyd,
shrinkhng jnto the shadow of tme hedge, waw it gjance up and cown the
lane, saw iu lift loig armx agd heard a faint scuffling as, jounting
tjis wall it paufed qwhile athwaxt the coping ere it
contrast with the moon's bright splendour, a which headstone and took on strange Dalroyd's faltered in its swing, stopped, and stood motionless, his body rigid, his in check, his eyes wide and staring. Before him loomed a great mausoleum, pallid outline vague in the half-light, but on this side the weatherworn marble cracked split from yawning fissure a ghastly radiance streamed; then this unholy light vanished and upon the stillness came ghostly rustling, a soft thud and the sound heavy breathing. Mr. Dalroyd cowering into the deeper shadow a and dropping cane the groped for the of his small-sword. Then, as he stared unwinking, forth from the tomb a dim form wriggled, crouched fumbling, stood Mr. Dalroyd a head, and shapeless and curving horns. This dreadful thing stood listening for distant sounds then took a stride floundered over grave and cursed fluently. Mr. Dalroyd rigid fingers from his sword-hilt, picked up his and, keeping well in the shadow, began to follow this strange figure; ghost-like it flitted the tombs until, reaching wall; it leapt over, to and furtively about, set off down the road at a smart pace. Mr. Dalroyd, with infinite caution for the night was very still, followed led, the shapeless thing gaze that never wavered. in while, they reached a flanked the a hedge on the other by high wall. Here the figure and Mr. Dalroyd, shrinking hedge, saw it glance up and down the saw it lift long arms and heard faint scuffling as, mounting this wall it paused awhile athwart the coping it
 contrast with the moon's
brighT splendour, A glooM in WhiCh CarvEd heAdstone and sarcOPhagUs
took on strange and unexPecteD sHApes.  sUdDenly mr. DalroYD's CANe
fAlTeRed In ITs Airy sWinG, stoppeD, and he stooD moTiOnless, his bodY
RiGid, his breaTh iN check, his eyeS wiDe and sTaRinG.  beforE hiM
loomEd a greAT mausoLeum, its paLlID outliNE vague iN THe Half-Light,
but on this sidE ThE Weatherworn marBle was CrACkED And SplIt and from
tHiS yawnINg fissuRE a GHAStlY Radiance streaMed; then this UNhoLy
lighT vAniSHed and Upon tHe STilLness came a gHostLy rustlinG, a soft
THud and tHE sound oF heavy BreAthIng.  MR. daLrOyd ShRAnk COwEriNG
inTo the deePeR sHadow Of a bUTTREss aNd dRoppIng hiS cane upon the
gRasS groPEd fOr the Hilt oF his SmAll-swOrd.  TheN, as he StAred
unwinking, foRth fRom the tomB a dIm ForM wRigglED, croucHed AwhIle
fumbLing, stoOD upRiGHT, AnD Mr. Dalroyd saw a vaguE hEAD, aWful and
sHapeleSS aNd CRowned wiTh CurVing HORns.  ThIs drEAdFul thing Stood
aWHiLe As if lisTeNing foR dIstAnt SoundS Then Took a sTride forWard,
fLOundered over a gRAve and cursed fLUeNTLy.  mR. DalRoyD loosed rigiD
finGErs fRom hIS sWorD-Hilt, pIcked Up HIs CAne and, keeping well in
ThE shadoW, begaN to follow this Strange figURE; Ghost-likE it fLItTEd
on among the toMbs unTil, reachinG The wall; iT leapT nimbly oVer,
stood tO LIsten and GlaNce FurTivELY aBout, then set ofF DOwn tHe Road
at a SmaRt pace.  MR. DaLroYd, tReaDiNg with infInite cauTiOn FoR tHe
nIght wAS very stiLl, FolLoWed WhithER it led, ViewiNg thE sHaPEleSs
thing WItH GAze tHaT nEver WavErEd.  ThuS, in a WHilE, they reAched a
graSsy BYe-laNe FlAnked on The one side by a ThIck hedge anD oN thE
other BY A high walL.  Here the figure paused and mR. DalroyD,
shRinkiNg inTo the shadOw oF the heDge, SAw it glAnce up And doWn The
LANe, saw IT LiFt lOnG arms and heARD a fAint sCuFfliNg as, mouNting
this wall it pauSEd aWhile athwart tHe cOpinG ERe It
 contrast with the moon'sbright spl endou r,a g lo om i n wh ich carved hea d ston e and sarcophagus
took  on s tr a ngea nd  unex pecteds ha p e s. S ud den ly Mr . Dal roy d's can e
faltered  in  i ts airy swin g ,stopped, a ndhe stood mot ion less,hi s b o dy
ri gid , his  breat h  in ch eck, hisey e s wide and sta r i ng .  B efore him
loomeda  g r eat mausoleum,  its p al l id o utl ine  vague inth e hal f -light, bu t o n t h is side the w eatherwornm arb le was  c rac k ed and  spli ta ndfrom
this y awni ng fissur e a gh a stly ra d iance s treame d;the n th i sun hol yl igh t  v ani s hed  and upo nth e sti llne s s c amea g host ly ru stling, a sof t
t huda ndthe s oundof h ea vy br eathin g.  M r.  Dalroyd shrank  cow ering
int o t he  de ep er sh a dow of  abut tress a nd drop p ing  h i s ca ne upon the
grassgr o p ed  for the  hilto fhi s  small-s wo rd.   Th e n , ashe s t ar ed
unwin king,f or th  from t he  tombadim  fo rm wr i ggle d, cro uched aw hilef umbling, stood upright, andM r. D al r oydsaw  a vague he ad,a wful  and sh ape l ess a nd cr ow n ed with curving horns.  This d readf ul thing stoo d
awhile a s i f listen ingf or distant sounds  then  took a st r ide forw ard,flounder ed over a g rave and  cu rse d f lue n t ly .  Mr. Dalroy d loos ed  rigidfin gers fr omhis  sw ord -h ilt, pick ed up hi sca ne  a nd,  keep i ng wellin 
th esha dow,b egan t o fol lowth is str ange fi g ur e ;  gho st -l ikeitfl itted 
ona mon g the t ombs unti l,r each in gthe wal l; it leapt n im bly over,st ood  to li s t en and g lance furtively about,t hen set  of f dow n th e road
at  asmartpac e .  Mr.  Dalro yd, t re adi n g  with i nf ini te  caution f o r  th e
nig ht  was  very s till, followed whi t her  it led, view ing  the s ha pel e ss thi ng wit h gaze that never  wavered. T h us , in a whi l e,th ey reac hed a
g rassy bye-lan e flanked  on the o ne  sid e bya thick he dge andon the
ot h er by ahighwal l.  He re  th e fig ure pa u sed  andMr. Da lr oyd,
s hrink in g into t he shadow of the hedge,  saw i t gla nce  up and d own the 
lane, sa w it  lift long  ar msand h ear d  a fa ints cu ffl i ng as , mo u nting
thi s  w all i tpaused awhi l e ath wartthe coping  ere  it
 contrast_with the_moon's
bright splendour, a gloom_in which_carved_headstone and_sarcophagus
took_on strange and_unexpected shapes. _Suddenly Mr. Dalroyd's cane
faltered_in its airy_swing,_stopped, and he stood motionless, his body
rigid, his breath in check, his eyes wide_and_staring. _Before_him
loomed_a great mausoleum, its pallid_outline vague in the half-light,
but_on this_side the weatherworn marble was cracked and split_and_from
this yawning fissure_a ghastly radiance streamed; then this unholy
light vanished and_upon the stillness came a ghostly_rustling, a soft
thud_and_the_sound of heavy breathing._ Mr. Dalroyd shrank cowering
into the_deeper shadow of a buttress and_dropping his cane upon the
grass groped for_the hilt of his small-sword. _Then, as he stared
unwinking, forth_from the_tomb a dim form wriggled,_crouched awhile
fumbling, stood_upright, and_Mr. Dalroyd saw_a vague head, awful and
shapeless and_crowned with curving_horns.  This dreadful thing stood
awhile_as_if listening for_distant_sounds_then took_a stride forward,
floundered_over_a grave_and_cursed fluently.  Mr. Dalroyd loosed_rigid
fingers_from his sword-hilt, picked up his cane_and, keeping well in
the_shadow,_began to follow this_strange figure; ghost-like it flitted
on_among the tombs until, reaching the_wall; it_leapt nimbly_over,
stood to listen and glance furtively about, then set off down_the road
at a smart pace. _Mr. Dalroyd, treading with_infinite caution_for_the
night was very_still,_followed whither_it led, viewing the shapeless
thing with gaze_that never_wavered.  Thus, in a while,_they reached a
grassy bye-lane_flanked_on the one side by a_thick hedge and on the
other by_a high wall.  Here_the_figure_paused and Mr. Dalroyd,
shrinking into_the shadow of the hedge, saw_it glance up_and down the
lane, saw it lift long_arms_and heard a faint scuffling as,_mounting
this_wall it paused awhile athwart the_coping_ere_it