"Come on!" Varner turned back, making a way through the cypresses.

He led Bryce to the foot of the great wall of the nave.

There in the corner formed by the angle of nave and transept, on a broad pavement of flagstones, lay the body of a man crumpled up in a curiously twisted position.

And with one glance, even before he reached it, Bryce knew what body it was--that of the man who had come, shyly and furtively, to Ransford's door.
"Look!" exclaimed Varner, suddenly pointing.

"He's stirring!" Bryce, whose gaze was fastened on the twisted figure, saw a slight movement which relaxed as suddenly as it had occurred.