"Will you do it, Henry?" said George.
"Yes. I have often noticed the fastenings. Just give me a slight hoist up, and all will be right."
George did so, and Henry with his knife easily bent back some of the leadwork which held in one of the panes of glass, and then got it out whole. He handed it down to George, saying,—
"Take this, George. We can easily replace it when we leave, so that there can be no signs left of any one having been here at all."
George took the piece of thick, dim-coloured glass, and in another moment Henry had succeeded in opening the window, and the mode of ingress to the old church was fair and easy before them all, had there been ever so many.
"I wonder," said Marchdale, "that a place so inefficiently protected has never been robbed."
"No wonder at all," remarked Mr. Chillingworth. "There is nothing to take that I am aware of that would repay anybody the trouble of taking."
"Indeed!"
"Not an article. The pulpit, to be sure, is covered with faded velvet; but beyond that, and an old box, in which I believe nothing is left but some books, I think there is no temptation."
"And that, Heaven knows, is little enough, then."