Dogs must be very charitable animals." By now we were in the cave marching past the wrecks of the half-buried flying-machines, which Bickley, as he remarked regretfully, had never found time thoroughly to examine.

Indeed, to do so would have needed more digging than we could do without proper instruments, since the machines were big and deeply entombed in dust.
We came to the sepulchre and entered.
"Well," said Bickley, seating himself on the edge of one of the coffins and holding up his lamp to look about him, "this place seems fairly empty.

No one is keeping the assignation, Arbuthnot, although the sun is well down." As he spoke the words Yva stood before us.

Whence she came we did not see, for all our backs were turned at the moment of her arrival.

But there she was, calm, beautiful, radiating light..