There are no secrets in the tomb but such as may well be endeavoured to be kept secret." "What do you mean ?" "There is one which very probably we shall find unpleasantly revealed." "Which is that ?" "The not over pleasant odour of decomposed animal remains--beyond that I know of nothing of a secret nature that the tomb can show us." "Ah, your profession hardens you to such matters." "And a very good thing that it does, or else, if all men were to look upon a dead body as something almost too dreadful to look upon, and by far too horrible to touch, surgery would lose its value, and crime, in many instances of the most obnoxious character, would go unpunished." "If we have a light here," said Henry, "we shall run the greatest chance in the world of being seen, for the church has many windows." "Do not have one, then, by any means," said Mr.Chillingworth.

"A match held low down in the pew may enable us to open the vault." "That will be the only plan." Henry led them to the pew which belonged to his family, and in the floor of which was the trap door.
"When was it last opened ?" inquired Marchdale.
"When my father died," said Henry; "some ten months ago now, I should think." "The screws, then, have had ample time to fix themselves with fresh rust." "Here is one of my chemical matches," said Mr.Chillingworth, as he suddenly irradiated the pew with a clear and beautiful flame, that lasted about a minute.
The heads of the screws were easily discernible, and the short time that the light lasted had enabled Henry to turn the key he had brought with him in the lock.
"I think that without a light now," he said, "I can turn the screws well." "Can you ?" "Yes; there are but four." "Try it, then." Henry did so, and from the screws having very large heads, and being made purposely, for the convenience of removal when required, with deep indentations to receive the screw-driver, he found no difficulty in feeling for the proper places, and extracting the screws without any more light than was afforded to him from the general whitish aspect of the heavens.
"Now, Mr.Chillingworth," he said "another of your matches, if you please.

I have all the screws so loose that I can pick them up with my fingers." "Here," said the doctor.
In another moment the pew was as light as day, and Henry succeeded in taking out the few screws, which he placed in his pocket for their greater security, since, of course, the intention was to replace everything exactly as it was found, in order that not the least surmise should arise in the mind of any person that the vault had been opened, and visited for any purpose whatever, secretly or otherwise.
"Let us descend," said Henry.

"There is no further obstacle, my friends.
Let us descend." "If any one," remarked George, in a whisper, as they slowly descended the stairs which conducted into the vault--"if any one had told me that I should be descending into a vault for the purpose of ascertaining if a dead body, which had been nearly a century there, was removed or not, and had become a vampyre, I should have denounced the idea as one of the most absurd that ever entered the brain of a human being." "We are the very slaves of circumstances," said Marchdale, "and we never know what we may do, or what we may not.

What appears to us so improbable as to border even upon the impossible at one time, is at another the only course of action which appears feasibly open to us to attempt to pursue." They had now reached the vault, the floor of which was composed of flat red tiles, laid in tolerable order the one beside the other.