They can't be very far away.

There is nothing so alarming as standing still." We proceeded along the passage in the direction of our last glimpse of our friends and relatives, passing a number of most interesting inscriptions, which we felt we had not time to pause and decipher, and came presently to a divergence which none of us could remember.

Half of the passage went down three steps, and turned off to the left under an arch, and the other half climbed two, and immediately lost itself in blackness of darkness.

In our hesitation Dicky suddenly stooped to a trace of pink in the stone leading upward, and picked it up--three rose petals.
"That settles it," he exclaimed.

"Isa--Miss Portheris was wearing a rose.