Let's look round a little on our own." There was nobody to forbid, so they started on a tour of inspection.

The places they wanted to look at were those that ordinary church-goers never have a chance of seeing.

They peeped into the choir vestry, and Verity gave rather a gasp at the sight of an array of white surplices hanging on the wall like a row of ghosts.

They went down a narrow flight of damp steps into a dark place where the coke was kept, they peered into a dusty recess behind the organ, and into a room under the tower, where spare chairs were stored.

All this was immensely interesting, but did not quite content them.