"'Ere we see Mary Manning, also Frederick George of same name, who, in singularly atrocious circumstances, killed a retired custom-'ouse officer." "Why?" asked Vera inquisitively. "They took against him, miss." "I think I like the ladies best," said Bertie. "Who is this really terrible-looking woman?" The showman hurried towards him, still repeating like a parrot what he wished to tell them about Manning. "Yes, Manning was a railway guard, and 'is wife was highly connected with the best families--as lady's-maid. Ah, sir, you're looking at Cathering Webster. She was executed for the murder of another lady at Richmond. Jealousy was the reason of 'er motive for the crime." "I say," said Felicity suddenly, to the guide, "don't you find all this terribly depressing? Do you hate all these creatures?" "No, miss," said the showman smilingly, "I'm so used to them. I regard them almost like relations. 'Ere we 'ave a couple of French criminals. _Their_ little game, if you please, was to decoy to their 'ome young ladies, and take away all their belongings, and everything else they possessed." "Oh, how horrid of them!" said Vera indignantly. The chasseur grinned. "Yes, they weren't nice people, miss." "I think you would like Burke and Hare, sir," he said persuasively to Wilton. "Let me tell you a bit about them." "He talks as if they were Marshall and Snelgrove," murmured Wilton. "What was the reason of their motive?" asked Felicity. "Strychnine, miss," readily answered the well-informed guide. "I suppose people get awfully hardened, eventually, to this sort of thing? _I'm_ not. I'm terribly nervous. I'm frightened out of my life. If it weren't for you, Lady Chetwode, I should faint, and be carried out by the emergency exit." While the chasseur went into atrocious details, Bertie was so frightened that he had to hold Felicity's hand.... Vera felt quite out of it, and in the cold. When once they got into the Chamber of Horrors, nobody had taken any notice of her, nor even heard her remarks. Felicity and Bertie were evidently at once excited and amused. As she was standing alone pretending to look at some relics, the gallant chasseur came up and said, "There's an emergency exit 'ere, if you like to go out 'ere, madam." "There seems to be nothing else," said Bertie. "As soon as you get into Madame Tussaud's the main object seems to be to drive you out. They keep on telling you _how_ you can get out, and _where_ you can get out, and when. How wonderful a fire would be here!" "Do you think Sylvia got out by one of the emergency exits? I haven't seen her or Woodville for some time." "Oh, can't you let them have tea in peace?" said Bertie. "I'm sure they are not having tea. Sylvia hates Bath buns. But we'll go and look for them, and the children too." Savile and Dolly were found on a red velvet sofa, sulking, while Sylvia and Woodville were still listening to the band.