Four of them watched in silence, or with no more than a whispered word now and then while the fifth worked.

This man worked methodically, replacing each stone as he took it up and examined the soil beneath it.

So far nothing had resulted, but he was by that time working at some distance from the tomb, and Bryce, who had an exceedingly accurate idea of where the spot might be, as indicated in the measurements on the scrap of paper, nudged Harker as the master-mason began to take up the last of the small flags.

And suddenly there was a movement amongst the watchers, and the master-mason looked up from his job and motioned Mitchington to pass him a trowel which lay at a little distance.
"Something here!" he said, loudly enough to reach the ears of Bryce and his companions.

"Not so deep down, neither, gentlemen!" A few vigorous applications of the trowel, a few lumps of earth cast out of the cavity, and the master-mason put in his hand and drew forth a small parcel, which in the light of the lamp held close to it by Mitchington looked to be done up in coarse sacking, secured by great blotches of black sealing wax.