It was marvellous what an excellent view they obtained.

Nothing was hidden, not even the interiors of the old-fashioned square pews that had lingered as a relic of the eighteenth century.

Anybody stationed in this spy-box would certainly be able to keep guard over the congregation, and note any nefarious designs on the pockets of the worshipers.
For the moment the church was empty, then footsteps were audible in the porch.

Was it the verger returning from his tea?
The girls began to flutter at the prospect of his wrath if he discovered them.

It was no cassock-clad verger that entered, however, but two young people, far too much interested in each other to gaze upwards towards the frets of the peep-hole.