“There’s plenty of light to-day,” said Edred, and Elfrida said—
“I say?”
“Well?”
“Did you notice the kind of clothes we wore in those pictures—where they were stowing away the treasure?”
“Oh!” groaned Edred, recalled to a sense of his wrongs. “If only Mrs. Honeysett hadn’t opened the door just when she did, we should know exactly where the treasure was. It was the West Tower they took it to, wasn’t it?”
“I’m not sure,” said Elfrida, “but——”
“And if it had gone on we should have been sure—we should have seen them come away again.”
“Yes,” said Elfrida, and again she remarked, “I say?”
Edred again said, “Well——?”
“Well—suppose we looked in the chests we should be sure to find clothes like those, and then we should be back there—living in those times, and we could see the treasure put away, and then we really should know.”