There was a slot in the throat of the chimney-stack where the original beam had taken its bearing, and Manon pulled on the stout wire until Paul held up his hand. He lay along a sloping bit of wall, and guided the end of his beam into the slot.
“All right. Fasten the wire again.”
He scrambled down, shifted the ladder, and climbed the partition wall. Manon had run round into the room below and had hold of the other wire.
“Ready.”
She raised the beam, waiting for Paul’s signal.
“Enough.”
He worked the end into the slot at the top of the partition wall, and the thing was done.
Manon clapped her hands.
“How exciting! Now, what next!”
Paul came down to the top of the front wall of the house.