The earth smelled musty and close, but we did not somehow seem to mind, for our attention was concentrated on the Professor.

Taking from his box a piece of the Sacred Wafer he laid it reverently on the earth, and then shutting down the lid began to screw it home, we aiding him as he worked.
One by one we treated in the same way each of the great boxes, and left them as we had found them to all appearance.

But in each was a portion of the Host.

When we closed the door behind us, the Professor said solemnly, "So much is already done.

It may be that with all the others we can be so successful, then the sunset of this evening may shine of Madam Mina's forehead all white as ivory and with no stain!" As we passed across the lawn on our way to the station to catch our train we could see the front of the asylum.