Sir David Suchet

Standing by the red light near the tunnel, waving as I just now showed you.

And then, again.

Hello, below there.

Look out!

I caught up my lamp, turned it on red, and ran towards the figure, calling, What's wrong?

What's happened?

Where?

It stood just outside the blackness of the tunnel.

I advanced so close upon it that I wondered at its keeping the sleeve across its eyes.

I ran right up at it and had my hand stretched out to pull the sleeve away when it was...

Into the tunnel, said I. No.

I ran on into the tunnel five hundred yards.

I stopped and held my lamp above my head and saw the figures of the measured distance and saw the wet stains stealing down the walls and trickling through the arch.

I ran out again faster than I had run in.

for I had a mortal abhorrence of the place upon me, and I looked all round the red light with my own red light, and I went up the iron ladder to the gallery atop of it, and I came down again and ran back here.

I telegraphed both ways.

An alarm has been given.

Is anything wrong?

The answer came back both ways.

All well.