How is your husband, Mrs.Malmayns ?" "He is dead, sir," replied Judith.
"Dead!" echoed the doctor.

"When I left him at one o'clock this morning, he was doing well.

Your attendance seems to have accelerated his end." "His death was occasioned by an accident, sir," replied Judith.

"He became delirious about three o'clock, and, in spite of all my efforts to detain him, started out of bed, rushed into Saint Faith's, and threw himself into a pit, which Mr.Lilly and some other persons had digged in search of treasure." "This is a highly improbable story, Mrs.Malmayns," returned Hodges, "and I must have the matter thoroughly investigated before I lose sight of you." "I will vouch for the truth of Mrs.Malmayn's statement," interposed Chowles.
"You!" cried Hodges, contemptuously.
"Yes, I," replied the coffin-maker.

"It seems that the sexton had found a chest of treasure buried in Saint Faith's, and being haunted by the idea that some one was carrying it off, he suddenly sprang out of bed, and rushed to the church, where, sure enough, Mr.Lilly, Mr.Quatremain, the Earl of Rochester, and Sir George Etherege, having, by the help of mosaical rods, discovered this very chest, were digging it up.