I envied Mark as he ploughed on energetically, sturdy legs kicking up the snow. When we reached the courtyard I stopped to catch my breath. ‘The trail in that room leads us back to Brother Gabriel. It seems he was concealing things after all. Let us go and find him. We’ll look for him in the church first. When I talk to him I want you to stand just out of earshot. Don’t ask, there is a reason.’ ‘As you wish, sir.’ I could tell he was annoyed by my secrecy, but it was part of the plan I had made. I had been surprised by what I had found in that passage, but I could not help a feeling of satisfaction that my earlier suspicions of Gabriel had not, after all, been groundless. Truly the human heart holds strange and unaccountable depths. The day was still cloudy and the church interior was dim as we walked down the nave. There was no susurration of prayers from the side chapels; it must have been the monks’ recreation time. I made out the figure of Brother Gabriel halfway down the nave.
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