I suppose Varner's told you what he saw." Mitchington, a sharp-eyed, dark-complexioned man, quick of movement, nodded, and after one glance at the body, looked up at the open doorway high above them.
"That the door ?" he asked, turning to Varner.

"And--it was open ?" "It's always open," answered Varner.

"Least-ways, it's been open, like that, all this spring, to my knowledge." "What is there behind it ?" inquired Mitchington.
"Sort of gallery, that runs all round the nave," replied Varner.
"Clerestory gallery--that's what it is.

People can go up there and walk around--lots of 'em do--tourists, you know.

There's two or three ways up to it--staircases in the turrets." Mitchington turned to one of the two constables who had followed him.
"Let Varner show you the way up there," he said.