Tula gave a little musical laugh and it seemed to be part of the golden sunshine that enveloped her.
“You don’t have to believe anything.”
“I want an explanation.”
“From whom?”
“Damn it all!” Lord Yelverton exclaimed, “You cannot really seriously expect me to believe that the spirit of some wretched man who was sacrificed hundreds of years ago is still there in the cave to prevent people like myself from approaching what he has been told to guard?”
Tula made an expressive gesture with her hands.
“You can prove whether it is true quite easily.”
“How?”
“By trying as soon as you are well enough to enter the cave once again.”
There was silence for a moment.
Then it was Lord Yelverton’s turn to laugh.
“Touché! You know as well as I do that I am not going to risk being drowned or smas
