This, then, was the kind of building into which it was the intention of our four friends to penetrate, not on an unholy, or an unjustifiable errand, but on one which, proceeding from good and proper motives, it was highly desirable to conduct in as secret a manner as possible.
The moon was more densely covered by clouds than it had yet been that evening, when they reached the little wicket-gate which led into the churchyard, through which was a regularly used thoroughfare.
"We have a favourable night," remarked Henry, "for we are not so likely to be disturbed." "And now, the question is, how are we to get in ?" said Mr.
Chillingworth, as he paused, and glanced up at the ancient building.
"The doors," said George, "would effectually resist us." "How can it be done, then ?" "The only way I can think of," said Henry, "is to get out one of the small diamond-shaped panes of glass from one of the low windows, and then we can one of us put in our hands, and undo the fastening, which is very simple, when the window opens like a door, and it is but a step into the church." "A good way," said Marchdale.

"We will lose no time." They walked round the church till they came to a very low window indeed, near to an angle of the wall, where a huge abutment struck far out into the burial-ground.
"Will you do it, Henry ?" said George.
"Yes.

I have often noticed the fastenings.

Just give me a slight hoist up, and all will be right." George did so, and Henry with his knife easily bent back some of the leadwork which held in one of the panes of glass, and then got it out whole.

He handed it down to George, saying,-- "Take this, George.