“There’s a skylight,” he said quietly.
“Must be,” Patsy tersely agreed. “But how can we get up there?”
“It’s not more than eighteen feet to the edge of the roof. I climbed over several planks back here that are that long.”
“Gee whiz!” exclaimed Patsy, elated. “I’ve got you. We can lean one of the planks against the rear wall and get up there by means of it.”
“Easily.”
“We’ll not be heard, either, through that stone wall.”
“Not if we are careful.”
“Come on,” whispered Patsy impatiently. “Let’s get the plank.”
It did not take them long to find one that would serve their purpose, nor to lug it to the rear of the low building and place at an angle against the stone wall. It reached within a foot of the edge of the roof, and that was more than ample.
“Shoes off, Patsy,” whispered Chick.