The Man by Bram Stoker Chapter 5 Page 8

When he had got the matches he let the boy go, and ran down the steps and through the open door into the crypt, calling out as he came:

‘Stephen! Stephen dear, where are you? It is I — Harold!’ There was no response; his heart seemed to grow cold and his knees to weaken. The match spluttered and flashed, and in the momentary glare he saw across the vault, which was not a large place, a white mass on the ground. He had to go carefully, lest the match should be blown out by the wind of his passage; but on coming close he saw that it was Stephen lying senseless in front of a great coffin which rested on a built-out pile of masonry. Then the match went out. In the flare of the next one he lit he saw a piece of candle lying on top of the coffin. He seized and lit it. He was able to think coolly despite his