I looked round at my two companions. The servant had risen to his feet⁠—he had taken the lantern, and was holding it up vacantly at the door. Terror seemed to have struck him with downright idiocy⁠—he waited at my heels, he followed me about when I moved like a dog. The clerk sat crouched up on one of the tombstones, shivering, and moaning to himself. The one moment in which I looked at them was enough to show me that they were both helpless.

Hardly knowing what I did, acting desperately on the first impulse that occurred to me, I seized the servant and pushed him against the vestry wall. “Stoop!” I said, “and hold by the stones. I am going to climb over you to the roof⁠—I am going to break the skylight, and give him some air!”