Rising from the grassy field like gigantic broken teeth, the site held an air of eerie foreboding. It was no wonder, Griffin thought, that Professor Moriarty and Nigel had chosen such a place to hide their new base of operations. There was something definitely unsettling about it, something that Griffin couldn’t help but describe as feeling evil. “All right, boy,” Snodgrass said. “What now?” Griffin stared at his uncle blankly. To his surprise, he realized that he hadn’t thought that far in advance. He turned his gaze to the mammoth stones, noting how they cast elongated shadows. The ring of stones definitely resembled a watch face or some kind of ancient sundial. And as he stared at them, watching as the last ray of the sinking sun struck one of the stones, something occurred to him. “The center stone!” Griffin exclaimed. “What?” Rupert replied, looking confused. “Uncle, your lock picks! Quickly!” Using his walking stick, Griffin hurried forward as fast as he could, watching how the last beam of light traveled along a stone standing directly across from where it set.
