Bundy handed it to him, and he directed its beam on to the wainscoting covering the west wall. Bundy waited in untroubled silence while the golden light travelled backwards and forwards over carved capitals, and fluted pilasters, and the rich intricacies of a frieze composed of cartouches and devices ...
It came to rest on one section of the frieze, shifted to another, lingered a moment, and returned again to the first. Ludovic moved forward, counting the divisions between the pilasters. At the third from the window-end of the room he stopped, and held the lantern up close to the wall. He drew his left arm painfully from its sling, and raised it, wincing, to fumble with the carving on the frieze. His tongue clicked impatiently at his own helplessness; he returned his arm to the sling, and stepped back to the window. “You’ll have to hold the lantern, Abel.”
Bundy climbed into the room and took the lantern, directing its beam not on to the wainscoting but on to the lock of the door. He looked thoughtfully at it, and said: “No key.”
Ludovic frowned a little, but replied: “It may be lost. Wait! “ He trod softly over the carpet to the door, and stood listening with his ear to the crack. He could hear nothing and moved away again. “If I don’t find what I want in the priest’s hole we’ll open that door, and take a look round the rest of the house,” he said. “Hold the light so that I may see the frieze. No, more to the right.” He put up his hand, and grasped one of the carved devices. “I think—no, I’m wrong! It’s not the fourth, but the third! Now watch!”
Bundy saw his long fingers twist the device, and simultaneously heard the scroop of a door sliding back. The sudden noise, slight though it was, sounded abnormally loud in the stillness. He swung the lantern round, and saw that between two of the pilasters on the lower tier the panelling had vanished, disclosing a dark cavity.
“The lantern, man, give me the lantern!” Ludovic said, and almost snatched it from him.
He reached the priest’s hole in two strides, and as he bent peering into it, Bundy heard a faint sound, and wheeling about saw a thin line of light appear at one end of the room, gradually widening. Someone was stealthily opening the door.
“Out, sir! Save yourself!” he hissed, and pulling his pistol out of his pocket prepared to hold all comers at bay until Ludovic was through the window.
Ludovic heard the warning, and quick as a flash, thrust the lantern into the priest’s hole, and swung round. He said clearly: “The window, man! Be off!” and bending till he was nearly double, slipped backwards into the priest’s hole, and pulled the panel to upon himself.
Wavering candlelight illumined the room, a voice shouted: “Stand! Stand!” and Bundy, hidden behind the window-curtains, saw a thin man with a pistol in his hand rush into the room towards the priest’s hole, and claw fruitlessly at the panel, saying: “He’s here, he’s here! I saw him!”