"Then, look here," said North, bending down towards the old man. "I want you to--" He finished his speech in a low voice by the old man's ear. "You want what?" was the reply. The doctor whispered to him again more earnestly than before. The old man let the crowbar fall to his side, his jaw dropped, and he stood in a stooping position, staring. "You want me to do that, doctor?" he whispered, with a tremble in his voice. "Yes, I want your help in this." "No, no, doctor; I couldn't indeed!" "You could, Moredock; and you will!" The old man shivered. "I've done a deal," he whispered; "and I've seen a deal; but oh, doctor! don't ask me to do this." "I don't ask you," said the doctor sternly. "I only say you must--you shall!" Volume 2, Chapter II. "A FINE BERRIN'." Boom! The big tenor bell made the louvres rattle in the tower windows, as it sent forth its sonorous note to announce far and wide that the Candlish mausoleum was open and ready to receive the remains of the last owner of the title conferred by King James. _Boom_! again: so heavy and deep a sound that it seemed to strike the cottage windows and rebound like a wave, to go quivering off upon the wind and collect the people from far and near. It was early yet, but one little trim-looking body was astir, in the person of Dally Watlock, who stole out of the back door at the Rectory, made her way into the meadows, hurried down to the river, and along behind the Manor House, and so reached the churchyard at the back, where the vestry door in the north-east corner was easily accessible. Dally walked and ran, looking sharply from side to side to see if she were noticed, gave a quick glance at the steps leading down to the mausoleum, and longed to peep in, but refrained, and darted in at the vestry door. She knew the vestry would be empty, for she had left the curate at home, and she had heard that the Reverend Maurice May would not be over for nearly an hour, so there was an excellent chance for her to obtain the seat she wished, and see the funeral, and to that end she had come. "How tiresome!" she cried, giving the oaken door in the corner of the vestry an angry thump. "Locked!" _Boom_! went the big bell. "And gran'fa's got the key," she cried. "I'll make him give it to me." Dally looked a good deal like a big black rabbit turned by a fairy into a girl, as she darted out of the vestry, and dodged in and out among the tombstones and old vaults on her way round to the big west door in the tower, from which came another loud boom to fly quivering away upon the air. The big door was ajar, and yielded readily to her touch as she thrust, and the next minute she had entered, and pushed it to, to stand facing old Moredock, as he dragged away at the rope and brought forth from the big tenor another heavy boom.