“Aye. An’ Crispin Bean brings oop t’ stuff, an’ thraws it aht.”
“While if you take it straight from the boat——?”
“Why, Ah weait here, and when they’ve hauled it oop t’ cliff and brought it along t’ first passage, they bring it oop to me, instead o’ teaking it along t’ other passage into t’ Abbey.”
“Aren’t you afraid of people passing late, who might see your cart and wonder why it was so often standing there?”
Kemm shook his head decidedly, with a dry laugh.
“Noa, missie. T’ fowk hereabout’s all on our soide.”
“Oh,” said Freda.
She was wondering now how she should make her escape and find the second passage; that which, by Kemm’s account, led down to the beach. He himself unwittingly came to her succour.
“Ah thowt Ah heerd summat!” he suddenly exclaimed.
He gave a low, long whistle, but there was no reply. So without heeding Freda, who had succeeded in making him believe that she was in the secrets of the gang, he got through the ruined window, and went to the tower in the north transept. Freda hopped after him as quickly as she could. He pushed open the door, and going to the hole under the broken staircase, called down it, and whistled. There was no answering sound.