Pauline Philbey had surprised herself. Brother Germain was fit; she wasn’t. He was tall and slim; she was – well, not so tall and slim. Their differing physical attributes had not stopped her from keeping up. Was it the excitement of the chase, the urge to see justice done, the need to save Hal? All three, probably, but now Harry Riddles had become such an important part of her life, she was determined that he was going to live.

Szabo, Rankin, and the others had the advantage, for the tunnel from the central quadrangle to the Greek temple had provided not only the most effective way of eluding the police cordon now obviously in evidence around Templeton Towers, but also the quickest path to the old chapel.

Philbey was almost certain she knew what was there. Did Szabo and Rankin have...

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