The match spluttered and flashed, and in the momentary glare he saw across the vault, which was not a large place, a white mass on the ground.

He had to go carefully, lest the match should be blown out by the wind of his passage; but on coming close he saw that it was Stephen lying senseless in front of a great coffin which rested on a built-out pile of masonry.

Then the match went out.

In the flare of the next one he lit he saw a piece of candle lying on top of the coffin.

He seized and lit it.