Chamberlayme, then a good deal of his, Spargo's, latest theory, would be dissolved to nothingness. But if that coffin contained no body at all, then"
"They're down to it!" whispered Breton.
Presently they all went and looked down into the grave. The workmen had uncovered the coffin preparatory to lifting it to the surface; one of them was brushing the earth away from the name-plate. And in the now strong light they could all read the lettering on it.
James Cartweight Chamberlayne
Born 1852
Died 1891
Spargo turned away as the men began to lift the coffin out of the grave.
"We shall know now!" he whispered to Breton. "And yet—what is it we shall know if"
"If what?" said Breton. "If—what?"
But Spargo shook his head. This was one of the great moments he had lately been working for, and the issues were tremendous.
"Now for it!" said the Watchman's solicitor in an undertone. "Come, Mr. Spargo, now we shall see."
They all gathered round the coffin, set on low trestles at the graveside, as the workmen silently went to work on the screws. The screws were rusted in their sockets; they grated as the men slowly worked them out. It seemed to Spargo that each man grew slower and slower in his movements; he felt that he himself was getting fidgety. Then he heard a voice of authority.
