'Tis Not Pure Neighbourliness That Brings You Thus Early to My Rescue

'If it proves such a coffer as i have right to hope, before a day is an hour older, you shall down to yonder town, and there get drunk past expectation and your happiest imaginings,' he writes. 'There was something hideous moving in the crypt, something round and shaggy that toiled as we toiled and pushed and growled, and had two flaming yellow eyes.' He adds: 'I do think the fiend himself is in there... But sorely dazed, i sprang forward'.