I arose and murmured ironically to Fenella
Stanley as I wrapped the cross in a handkerchief and placed it in a
hand-valise: 'Secrecy is the first thing for us sacrilegists to
consider, dear Sibyl, in placing a valuable jewel in a tomb in a
deserted church. To take any one into our confidence would be
impossible; we must go alone. But to open the tomb and, close it
again, and leave no trace of what has been done, will require all our
skill. And as burglars' jemmies are not on open sale we must buy, on
our way to the railway-station, screw-drivers, chisels, a hammer, and
a lantern; for who should know better than you, dear Sibyl, that the
palace of Nin-ki-gal is dark?'
IV
As I hurried towards the Great Eastern Railway station, I felt like a
horse drawn by a Gypsy whisperer to do something against his own
will, and yet in the street I stopped to buy the tools. Reaching
Dullingham in the afternoon, I lunched there; and as I walked thence
along the cliff, towards Raxton, I became more calm and collected. I
determined not to go near the Hall, lest my movements should be
watched by the servants.
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