Edgar Wallace,
Stamped in Gold — XI.—On Forbidden Ground
(1919)
“ Speak, thou Pluto, Lord of the Netherworld, Patron of Fortune!” The girl strained her ears but no sound came, and the silence was oppressive. Then unexpectedly came a voice—a hollow, booming voice, and it seemed to proceed from the statue itself. “Oh, stranger, remember thy promise! Thou hast vowed before me and before Prosperine that thou wouldst give thy daughter to my chosen. The hour is at hand. Prosperity and happiness shall shine upon thee. There shall be a place at the table of the gods for thee, my servant.” ”
