"Look here!" Peter said. "Have we also to thank you for our skeleton? Because if so…'
"What skeleton?" Michael asked, moving along one wall, testing as he went.
"That one we found in the priest's hole."
"I never knew you did. No, that must have been one of the Monk's attentions."
"But, Michael, you said that day at the Inn that you were responsible for what had happened at the Priory!" Margaret objected.
"I don't think I said that, did I? If I did I thought you were referring to the groaning stone. Anything that side, Jimmy?,
"Not that I can find, sir. Nothing there, Mr. Fortescue?"
"Nothing," Peter said, dusting his hands.
"Well, that's something, anyway," Michael said. "They can't get out of this room by any other way than the door. If I can only find the Monk's own entrance I may get him yet."
Margaret was puzzled. "But doesn't he come in through the Inn? What's that entrance for, then?"