“Master Pawson heard anything?”
“No, not for a long time past. But look here, Ben, we have got the place in good order now, yet nothing has been done to see if there is any truth in the story about the secret passage leading into the old chapel.”
Ben gave his head a punch.
“No, sir; and yet I think of it every night just before I go off to sleep. It ought to be done, for it’s of no use to keep polishing up a pot that’s got a big hole somewhere in the bottom.”
“Of course it is not,” said Roy. “Look here; when will you begin to search?”
“Let’s hit while the iron’s hot; sir, eh? You and I will go round and visit all the sentinels to-night, and then, as we shall have a lantern, we’ll begin.”
“Where?”
“Down under the north-west tower, sir.”
“And ask Master Pawson to go with us?”
“Nay, sir; we’ll keep it all to ourselves.”