“Rousing up the dead is a serious offense, Mr. Morris, I cannot be forced to turn my head from such dreadful sacrilege!” He nodded. Inspector Knight shot a casual glance over Sutton’s shoulder. “Gentlemen, you may resume if you wish her buried by dawn!” James advised. The young Inspector stood unmoved before Sutton, no lingering of emotion found on his generous face. “I apologize, Mr. Morris, but you are standing in the way of progress!” He pushed Sutton from his path, moving slowly toward the open grave. “Start shoveling, boys!” James ordered. Once his back was turned, Sutton charged ahead, knocking into James along the way. “Mr. Morris, where do you think you’re going?” He shouted out.
“I refuse to let you torture Abigail, she is innocent!” Sutton protested. James watched as Sutton plunged head first into the tomb, the ditch six feet deep, and Sutton barely reached the top, only the skim of his hat was seen. “Mr. Morris, what are you doing in there?” Detective Knight inquired. Standing over Sutton, James crouched down to his level. “Something has struck me about your visit here tonight, Mr. Morris?” He stroked his chin. “How is it you happened to be here? Cavorting through cemeteries, is it a hobby of yours?” James smiled. Sutton wrinkled his brow, bewildered by Detective Knight’s curiosity. “Abigail invited me, she needed desperately to see me!” Sutton replied. “Are you positive it was Abigail who wanted to see you? I’m sure you’ve heard about the ghosts who wander here?” He eerily glared. “Of course it was her! I do not believe in ghosts or, headless apparitions!” Sutton wildly insisted.
“No? How unfortunate for you, Mr. Morris?” James stood up from the ground. The darkness wrapped itself around his lantern shadowed his face as he glared sinisterly at Sutton. “Please, remove yourself, Mr. Morris, there is only one open grave and we are terribly behind schedule!” Detective Knight casually suggested as he dropped his arms to his sides. “If you don’t remove yourself, Mr. Morris, these men will do it for you!” As James turned his back, the grave diggers slowly closed in on the tactless press agent. “I put her up to it all right! It was me who turned up the grave, and placed the candles around the stone, I paid her to masquerade as Alma to spook you!” Sutton confessed. James turned his body around. “And your reasons for this, Mr. Morris?” He asked. Sutton threw his hands in the air. “I was desperate! You left me with no choice, you never tell me anything!” He whined. Standing at the grave’s edge, James leaned in closer. “And do you know what, Mr. Morris, I still have no intention!” He smartly rebuked. “Now that you know she is innocent, will you please let her out?” Sutton pleaded. “Certainly, Mr. Morris! Abigail, you may come out now!” Detective Knight beckoned. He watched as Sutton stepped back from the oblong box, believing Abigail would rise from her coffin.
“Wrong way, Mr. Morris!” One of the grave diggers advised. Sutton looked up to find Inspector Kroy staring down on him, Styles matched him to the other side. Sutton’s gaze followed Kroy’s index finger. He turned in his place, their Abigail stood peering angrily on the press agent. Sutton was mortified, his jaw dropped at the first sight of her. “Abigail!” Sutton whispered. “I thought you said, we wouldn’t get caught? This is the thanks I get for helping you? You can have your twelve pence back!” Abigail pulled the coins from her change purse and promptly threw them in his face. Disgusted by the sight of him, Abigail twirled around and stomped off. “I, trust since your plot has been foiled, Mr. Morris, I will not be reading of your ghostly follies in the journal tomorrow morning? You may wish to keep it at that, and if you attempt a stunt like this again, Mr. Morris . . this will be your new home!” Detective Knight warned. Backing away from the grave site with Styles and Kroy, Sutton was left standing on the coffin’s lid. “Inspector Knight?” Sutton shouted to him. James double backed to face him. “What do you want, Mr. Morris, besides getting out of course?” He remarked.
“Aren’t you going to tell me how you figured me out?” Sutton squirmed. “If I were you, Mr. Morris, I’d be better concerned with how to get myself out of their first!” James returned smugly. “You blokes cannot just leave me here?” Sutton watched as Detective Knight, Kroy and Styles moved on, eventually vanishing into the mist, their mockful snickering was heard well beyond the darkness. James lingered behind Kroy and Styles, he was grateful to put an end to Sutton’s trickery before Iris became aware of Laurence’s fictional ascension. Glancing at the passing stones and crucifix’s which honored the dead, there was no reason for his hazel eyes to fall where they did. The moon escaped from the mist to shine on the stone placed in memory of Alma Culpepper. “Come on, James!” Kroy shouted from up ahead. He did not hesitate by any means. He turned his body, leaving the cemetery as swiftly as his body could carry him. He feared more than the unknown, he found Iris was not the only one haunted by a ghost from the past.