But before I could introduce the subject to Mrs.
Shales, I had to listen to an exhaustive chronicle of Raxton and
Graylingham doings since I had left. Hence by the time I quitted her
(with a promise to return the keys in the morning) the sun was
setting.
But, as I walked along Wilderness Road towards the church, a new and
unexpected difficulty presented itself to my mind. I could not,
without running the risk of an interruption, enter the church till
after the Odd-Fellows had all returned from Graylingham, as Shales
and his companions would have to pass along Wilderness Road, which
skirts the churchyard. Shales himself was as short-sighted as a bat;
but his companions had the usual long-sight of agriculturists, and
would descry the slightest movement in the church-yard, or any
glimmer of light at the church windows.
I would have postponed my enterprise till the morrow; but another
important appointment at the office of our solicitor with my mother,
precluded the possibility of this. So my visit to the catacomb must
perforce be late at night.
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