It would be a grand revenge if he could get her into the cemetery alive and thrust her, the living, down amongst the dead, through those little doors which opened like church doors to the cold, dank vault below.
He screamed and sang with joy at the thought, and those pedestrians who saw the cab flash past, rocking from side to side, turned at the sound of the wild snatch of song, for Sam Stay was happy as he had not been happy in his life before.
But Highgate Cemetery was closed.

The gloomy iron gates barred all entrance, and the walls were high.

It was a baffling place, because houses almost entirely surrounded it; and he was half an hour seeking a suitable spot before he finally pulled up before a place where the wall did not seem so difficult.

There was nobody about and little fear of interruption on the part of the girl.

He had looked into the cab and had seen nothing save a huddled figure on the floor.