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  She did smile, but it was a pathetic effort. He patted her hand. ‘Cheer up, Sis: we’ll get out all right.’

  He sat still for a few minutes, trying to think what other implements he could use against the door. He felt Margaret’s hand gripping his arm, and glanced down at her. Her eyes were fixed on the door, and she was white as death. He looked quickly in the same direction, and saw what had attracted her attention. Inch by inch the shutter was sliding back.

  ‘Move!’ Peter said under his breath, but it seemed as though she either did not hear him, or dared not stir. He slipped in front of her, shielding her; there was no time to force her over to the wall.

  The panel slid still farther; they saw a cowled face behind the grille, and through the slits in the cowl eyes glittered as the light caught them.

  Peter stood perfectly still, and his mouth felt unpleasantly dry all at once.

  The sinister face disappeared; there was a sound of bolts being drawn, and the door was opened. On the threshold stood the Monk, an automatic in his right hand. He put up his other hand, and pulled the cowl back from his head.

  A bitter cry broke from Margaret. ‘My God! You!’ she gasped.

  For the Monk was none other than Michael Strange.

  Seventeen

  FOR AN INSTANT THEY ALL THREE STARED AT ONE ANOTHER. Then Strange said in a voice of blank surprise: ‘How the devil did you get here?’ His eyes travelled to Margaret’s tense face, and he took a quick step towards her. ‘Please don’t look like that! It’s all right, Miss Fortescue.’

  Peter decided that he could not have recovered from the blow on his head so completely as he had thought. ‘How did we get here?’ he repeated. ‘That won’t quite do, Master Monk! I don’t know what your little game is, but…’

  Strange said impatiently: ‘I’m not the Monk. Oh, I know I’m togged up in the same disguise, but you can’t really think I’m he!’

  Margaret leaned forward eagerly. ‘You’re not? Oh, I said you couldn’t be!’

  His eyes softened. ‘You believe me, Miss Fortescue? Without proof ? In spite of appearances?’

  She nodded. ‘If you tell me so,’ she said quite simply.

  It seemed as though he was going to take her hand, but he did not. He said only: ‘Thank you.’ Then he turned to Peter. ‘I told you you’d get yourself into a mess if you didn’t stop poking your nose into my affairs,’ he remarked cheerfully. ‘I’m not the Monk, and my name isn’t Strange. I’m Inspector Draycott, of the C.I.D.’ He thrust his hand into the front of his robe. ‘I’ve got a card somewhere, in case you still don’t believe me.’

  ‘Draycott!’ Peter said. ‘You don’t mean you’re the man who handled that big case against Williams last year?’

  ‘I did, yes. Who told you? Malcolm? I was always afraid he might spot me.’

  ‘I don’t think he ever saw you till we came down here,’ Peter said, feeling rather limp. ‘Then are you after the Monk?’

  ‘Of course. I’ve been after him for months.’

  ‘And you’ve known about this place all the time?’

  ‘I’ve suspected it, but I only found the way in to-night. Look here, I think we’d better reserve my story till we’re out of this, don’t you? Miss Fortescue must be worn out. How did you get here?’

  ‘Through the panel in the library!’ Margaret said. ‘I found it by accident.’

  ‘Then there is an entrance from the Priory!’ Michael exclaimed. ‘But you didn’t come down here just for fun, did you?’

  ‘No, no!’ Margaret said, and quickly told him all that had happened to them.

  He listened frowningly. His comment, which made Margaret laugh, was: ‘Damn. From my point of view this is the worst thing that could possibly have happened.’

  He saw her eyes dancing, and smiled ruefully. ‘Yes, I know, but don’t you see that when the Monk finds you’re gone to-morrow night he’ll know this place is discovered, and clear out. And the devil’s in it that I don’t know where his get-away is.’ He shrugged. ‘Well, I shall have to find it during the next twelve hours, that’s all. The first thing to do is to get you out of here.’

  ‘By the way, where are we?’ Peter asked.

  ‘You’re under the Priory.’

  ‘I thought as much! But did you get in by the panel in the library?’

  ‘No, I never knew of that. I got in through the cellars of the Bell Inn. The passage leads right under your grounds. I suppose neither of you have the faintest idea how you came here, after the Monk caught you?’ They shook their heads. ‘Then we shall just have to search till we find the way. I can take you back to the Bell easily enough, but it’ll mean walking home from there, as I daren’t get my car out of the garage for fear of rousing Wilkes or Spindle. And I should say you’ve had about enough for one night.’

  ‘No, we haven’t, have we, Peter?’ Margaret said. ‘I agree that we ought to find the way back to the library, but we’re quite game to do what you want us to. You didn’t come down here just to look for us, did you?’

  ‘I didn’t. I came to reconnoitre, and to find where the press is.’

  ‘Then before we try and find the way out let’s get on with the reconnoitring,’ Margaret said briskly. ‘I don’t feel done-up at all now.’

  Michael looked at her uncertainly, but Peter clinched the matter. ‘I’m damned if I’ll go meekly home at this stage!’ he said. ‘I was right then? It is a printing press?’

  ‘Yes, it’s a press all right. I want to locate it first, and make sure how many ways there are of getting into it. I’ve found one, I think.’ He led the way out of the square cell, and they found themselves in a low, vaulted passage in which Peter could not stand fully upright.

  Turning to the right Michael stopped in front of a stout door similar to the one they had come through, except that it boasted a lock. He tried it, but it did not open. ‘I think I’ll go and get Jimmy Fripp,’ he said. ‘He’s much cleverer at opening doors than I am, and we shall waste less time in the long run. You’d better come along too, just in case of accidents. Mind your heads.’ He went before them up the passage, his torch showing them the way. Once a rat scuttered off almost under their feet, but Margaret had gone through too much to be discomposed by a mere rodent.

  As they proceeded down the passage the air became noticeably fresher, and the reason for this was soon made apparent, for they saw a square opening in the side of the passage. No light could be seen through it, but it was obviously a window. Peter stopped Michael to point to it. ‘Ventilation? But aren’t we underground?’

  ‘Yes, and that was one of my main difficulties – to find how this place, if it really did exist – was ventilated. Not very easy with all you suspicious people on the watch. Remember that night you saw me, Marg – Miss Fortescue?’

  ‘Margaret will do,’ she said. ‘Yes. Were you looking for it then?’

  ‘I was, but I didn’t find it till later. Have you ever looked down the well in that bit of the garden that looks as though it were once a sort of pleasance?’

  ‘The well? Oh, I know! No, I hate looking down wells. I don’t think any of us found it for quite a long time, did we, Peter?’

  ‘I don’t think we did. But I’m afraid I never even thought about it.’

  ‘You might easily fail to see it unless you happened to stumble on it as I did,’ Michael said. ‘The weeds have grown up all round it, and it only sticks up a couple of feet out of the ground. That’s it.’ He pointed to the opening. ‘Cut right down in the side of the well. Clever, isn’t it? Come along; we’ll get hold of Jimmy before we start talking.’

  ‘Fripp?’ Peter said, following at his heels down the passage. ‘Do you know Charles and I once heard you holding a most suspicious conversation with that fellow?’

  ‘Did you? Yes, it’s his one fault, and I can’t break him of it. He will talk where he can be overheard.’

  ‘Charles set an inquiry agent on to him. Look here, is he an ex-burglar or not?’

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?Yes, he’s an old lag,’ Michael answered. ‘He was my batman during the war, and I took a fancy to him, and kept him on as my servant when we were both demobilised. He’s a useful sort of chap on a job like this. Pick any lock under the sun.’

  Margaret chuckled. ‘Aren’t you afraid to leave anything about?’

  ‘Not a bit. He’s one of the very few who do really turn over new leaves. Sorry he upset you. How much did your inquiry agent get hold of ?’

  ‘Precious little. But if he’s your servant how does he find the time to travel for Suck-All Cleaners?’

  ‘He doesn’t. That’s a put-up job. The head of the firm is a pal of mine, and he employed Jimmy to oblige me. It’s answered fairly well on the whole, though Marson – that’s the head of Suck-All Cleaners – was very dubious. Said Jimmy wasn’t the right type at all.’

  ‘I don’t know about that,’ Peter said. ‘He very nearly sold a cleaner to my elder sister.’

  Michael looked over his shoulder, grinning. ‘I know. I don’t think he’ll ever forgive Malcolm. You know, I’m sorry to have to say so, but you people have been the most ungodly nuisances I ever came across. If you had let Jimmy alone in the house he’d probably have found that sliding panel.’

  ‘If it comes to that,’ Margaret retorted from the rear, ‘if only you’d told us who you were we shouldn’t have got in your way.’

  ‘You don’t know how much I wanted to. But I couldn’t. I was acting in absolute secrecy. I didn’t even know at first that you mightn’t be mixed up in this. And you must see that for me to have told you all about myself would have been most dangerous. You might have talked, or let something slip out unwittingly.’ He paused, and signed to them to stand still. They saw that they had reached the end of the passage, and were confronted by a flight of worn stone steps. ‘Will you stay here?’ Michael said. ‘And don’t talk, because I’m going to open the trap.’ He went softly up the steps, and they waited in silence for him to reappear.

  Presently they saw the torch-light approaching again; Michael came into view, and behind him was James Fripp. This individual greeted them with a headshake. ‘Well, this is a fine set-out, and no mistake,’ he remarked, with an entire disregard of the manners usually required of a gentleman’s servant. ‘Some people don’t seem able to keep out of trouble, and that’s a fact.’

  ‘Shut up,’ said Michael. ‘Some people can’t keep their mouths shut, and you’re one of them. Do you know, Mr Fortescue heard you talking once, and set an inquiry agent on to you?’

  ‘That’s a nice thing!’ exclaimed Mr Fripp indignantly. ‘Set one of them busies on to me? Why, I’m as innocent as a babe unborn! And if anyone told you different they’re a liar. Most of the police are, barring Mr Draycott, who ain’t as bad as some,’ he added gloomily.

  ‘Come and see if you can open a door without damaging the lock,’ Michael interrupted, and began to lead the way back.

  Mr Fripp said, with an air of unconvincing virtue: ‘I’ll do what I can, just to oblige, but you needn’t talk as though I was in the ’abit of picking locks, sir.’

  ‘Don’t be an ass,’ Michael said. ‘Mr and Miss Fortescue know all about you.’

  ‘No one don’t know all about me,’ Mr Fripp announced firmly. ‘There’s always people ready to swear a man’s life away, and I’ve come across more than most in my time. You didn’t ought to pay attention to everything you ’ear, miss.’

  Margaret assured him that she never paid attention to malicious reports. Mr Fripp said that it did her credit.

  Mr Fripp bent down, and turned his torch on to the lock. Then he felt in his pockets for some slim-looking tools, which he laid on the ground. One of these he inserted gently into the lock.

  ‘Can you do it without any damage?’ Michael asked.

  Mr Fripp forgot his role of injured innocence. ‘Lor’ yes, sir! If you’d seen some of the locks I’ve picked you wouldn’t ask me whether I could open this one. It ain’t worthy of me, this ain’t.’ He worked in silence for a short while, and then, turning the instrument he held, he pushed the door. It opened without a sound, for it had no other fastening than the lock.

  Michael flashed his torch into the room. They saw a press in the centre, and some smaller machines round it. The room was a fair size, and contained only the machines, a few wooden stools, and a safe.

  ‘Electric light and all!’ said Mr Fripp admiringly, and switched it on. ‘Do themselves proud, don’t they? There’s no denying it don’t pay to be honest, no matter what they say.’

  Peter and Michael were both inspecting the press. Margaret sat down on one of the high stools, and listened to their highly technical comments. Mr Fripp stood beside her, and seemed to take as little interest in the press as she did. ‘Wonderful how they can make it out, ain’t it, miss?’ he said affably.

  She agreed. ‘Is it all printed by that big machine in the middle?’ she inquired.

  Michael heard her. ‘No, this is where they roll it off. Come and look.’

  She went up to him, and he showed her an engraved plate. ‘See? That’s the plate. The paper goes between those rollers and when the current’s turned on, that plate slides backwards and forwards, while the rollers press the paper on to it, and shoot it out this end, roughly speaking.’

  ‘I see. It’s like looking-glass writing, isn’t it? What are the other machines?’

  ‘One of them cuts the paper. This one. I don’t understand all of them.’

  ‘Neat little affair,’ Peter said. ‘I suppose this is the engraver’s corner. Wonder who does it?’

  ‘Unless I’m much mistaken, Duval was the engraver,’ Michael answered. He looked round the room. ‘Only the one door. Better test the walls, though. Where you find one moving stone-block you’re likely to find another.’

  Peter looked up quickly. ‘Oh, so it was you, then?’

  ‘Yes. Sorry if I gave you all a scare. It wasn’t me you saw in the cellars, though. That was Fripp. He was trying to find a way into this place from there.’

  ‘Look here!’ Peter said. ‘Have we also to thank you for our skeleton? Because if so…’

  ‘What skeleton?’ Michael asked, moving along one wall, testing as he went.

  ‘That one we found in the priest’s hole.’

  ‘I never knew you did. No, that must have been one of the Monk’s attentions.’

  ‘But, Michael, you said that day at the Inn that you were responsible for what had happened at the Priory!’ Margaret objected.

  ‘I don’t think I said that, did I? If I did I thought you were referring to the groaning stone. Anything that side, Jimmy?’

  ‘Not that I can find, sir. Nothing there, Mr Fortescue?’

  ‘Nothing,’ Peter said, dusting his hands.

  ‘Well, that’s something, anyway,’ Michael said. ‘They can’t get out of this room by any other way than the door. If I can only find the Monk’s own entrance I may get him yet.’

  Margaret was puzzled. ‘But doesn’t he come in through the Inn? What’s that entrance for, then?’

  ‘The rest of his gang. I watched them go down this evening, and I watched them come up. At neither time was the Monk with them, and from what I heard they none of them, with the possible exception of Wilkes, know his way in or who he is.’

  ‘By Jove!’ Peter said. ‘Then I’ll bet that’s what Duval had discovered! You know, he came up to see Charles the very night he was murdered, and he told him that though he hadn’t found out who the Monk was – “seen his face,” was the way he put it – he had found out something.’

  ‘I think there’s no doubt he did find the Monk’s way, and that’s why the Monk murdered him. What’s more, I still believe it comes out at the chapel.’

  Margaret remembered something. ‘Peter, didn’t Charles say Duval talked about finding the Monk if he had to go down amongst the dead to do it?’

  ‘Yes, I believe he did. We thought he was cracked. Have you tried to find an entrance in the chapel, Strange – I mean Draycot
t?’

  ‘Till I’m sick of the sight of masonry,’ Michael replied. ‘And unless I find it I can’t be sure that is his way in, so that I daren’t make a raid in case he gets away by some passage we don’t know of. The rest of the gang’s no use unless I can get the Monk. No, there’s no other entrance here. We’d better try and find the secret stairway. If we can’t, I’ll nip back to the Inn, and go to the Priory, and attack it from that side. Come along, Jimmy, and take care how you lock the door.’

  They went out again into the passage, switching off the light. While Fripp locked the door, Michael bolted the one into the Fortescues’ late prison, and fixed the shutter in position again.

  ‘Now as far as I can make out,’ he said, ‘we must be standing at the moment either on the level of the cellars, or below them. Probably below, judging from the depth of that opening into the well. And we mustn’t forget that on the library side of the Priory the cellars are on the level of the ground. Moreover, if that machine was only just below the sitting-room you must have heard it. The question is what part of the house are we under? If the Inn is there’ – he pointed up the passage – ‘then the chapel ought to be more or less in that direction. Well, we’ll see where the passage leads this way.’ He led them on, flashing his torch ahead. The passage ended in an archway and through this they went, finding themselves in another of the cell-like apartments. It was bare of furniture, and out of it led yet one more.

  ‘Talk about the ’Astings Caves!’ said Mr Fripp. ‘They aren’t in it with this.’

  ‘Try for a moving block,’ Michael said. ‘Time’s getting on, and I must be back at the Inn before anyone’s up. Fortescue, you take that wall, will you? Just run along it: never mind about the upper blocks. Get on with it, Fripp! Don’t stand mooning about!’