Mr. Cardus had fled with the rest, but as soon as he got outside the swing-door his common sense reasserted itself, and he stopped.
“Come, come,” he called to the others, “don’t be so silly; you are not going to run away from a dead woman’s head, are you?”
“You ran too,” said Dorothy, pulling up and gasping.
“Yes, I know I did; those eyes startled me; but, of course, they are glass. I am going back; it is a great curiosity.”
“It is an accursed thing,” muttered Dorothy.
Mr. Cardus turned and re-entered the room, and the others, comforting themselves with the reflection that it was broad daylight, and drawn by their devouring curiosity, followed him. That is, they all followed him except Grice, who was ill for two days afterwards. As for Sampson and the groom, who had seen the sight thr
