"The spirit is at hand." There was a rushing sound, and a stream of dazzling lightning shot down upon the corpse, which emitted a hollow groan.

In obedience to the Doctor's commands, Guy Fawkes had prostrated himself on the ground: but he kept his gaze steadily fixed on the body, which, to his infinite astonishment, slowly arose, until it stood erect upon the frame.

There it remained perfectly motionless, with the arms close to the sides, and the habiliments torn and dishevelled.

The blue light still retained its position upon the brow, and communicated a horrible glimmer to the features.

The spectacle was so dreadful that Guy Fawkes would fain have averted his eyes, but he was unable to do so.