Mr Blood sighed. “Someone, please get me a stick.” A very old man stepped forward. He had a long thick piece of wood in his hand. “Use this,” the old man said, handing the stick to Mr Blood. “I will help you,” said Dr Hawkins. He and Mr Blood placed the stick into a gap behind the slab. They pulled on the stick. The slab began to move. It fell away from the pile of rocks and slid down the slope. It made a wild screech as it fell. Then there was silence. Mr Blood walked into the open tomb. Mary stepped forward to follow him. Edgar grabbed her arm. “Are you mad?” he hissed. “Did you not hear the story?” Mary pushed his hand away. “Don’t you want to see what’s inside?” she said. She went into the tomb. Dr Hawkins looked at Edgar. They were both worried. Slowly, they went into the cave. There were lots of strange objects on ledges along the walls of the cave. Edgar saw small bottles of red liquid, and ugly little carvings made out of bone. They walked on. Edgar was too scared to breathe.
