"Nor do I," confessed the inspector. "Like going into a grave. My word, it's damp, isn't it?"
"I think in all probability we are going into a grave," Michael said. "Something very like it, anyway."
"Smells filthy," said Peter. "I can't stand must."
"We're at the bottom now, anyway. Look out for your heads."
"I shall have to have someone to hold my hand soon," Charles remarked. "Do I understand we're likely to come out at the chapel?"
"That's what we're hoping," Michael answered.
"Speak for yourself," Charles recommended. "I'm not hoping anything of the kind."
The inspector gave a chuckle, which echoed rather eerily.
"Please don't do that again!" said Charles. "It unnerves me. Of course we only want a few bats to complete the picture."
"What's that ahead?" Peter asked suddenly, peering over Michael's shoulder. "By Jove, you're right, Draycott! We've got to the crypt! Well, we always knew there must be one under the ruins."