Elizabeth’s face glowed and she clasped her hands together in excitement. “Where does it go?” “I don’t know.” Isobel peered down into the dimly lit spiral of stone steps. “It must go outside,” Elizabeth said. “A secret entrance to the house.” “One where he wouldn’t be seen coming or going,” Isobel agreed. “It would make sense. He could escape the notice of the soldiers that way.” “I intend to find out where it goes,” Jack said, stepping forward. He turned as Isobel grabbed the other candlestick from the mantel and started after him. “Wait. We have no idea what’s down there. It could be unsafe. Isobel, perhaps you should—” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “If you think I am letting you have all the fun, you clearly suffered damage to your head as well as your shoulder.” The two older women, taking a look down the narrow, steep steps, reluctantly agreed that they would wait here for news, so Jack and Isobel went down alone, their flickering candles creating eerie shadows against the old, gray stones.
