Peter's brows rose. "Really? Then he admits he's at the bottom of our mystery?"
"No. He never said that. But he did say that he wished we would leave the Priory. I think I can safely tell you that."
"Did he, indeed? Any reason?"
She hesitated. "N-no. Only that — he didn't want us to be in any danger."
"Think he was responsible for that skeleton?"
"I don't know, Peter," she said honestly.
He smoked in silence for a while. At last he said:
"Don't you see, Sis, that what you've told me practically proves that my suspicions aren't by any means groundless?"
"In a way I do, but… Look here, Peter, you know I'm not the sort of silly fool who gasses about intuition and all that sort of rot, don't you?"
He grinned. "Yes, thank God!"