Then she thought that the sides would have fallen in over the years and, as she stared at it, thinking somehow it was unlikely that Lady Jean would be there, Torquil said,
“It’s quite safe inside and there is an exit about fifty yards along.”
He pointed a little higher up the moor.
“Of course,” he went on, “it was much longer in the old days, but you will find that what is left is usable and the air is clean.”
“And you really – think that Lady Jean – might be in there?” Sona asked in a low voice.
“The more I think about it, the more I am certain that this is where she has to be,” Torquil said.
“But how shall we be able to find her?”
“I discovered this passage a long time ago,” Torquil replied, “and I have a lantern here somewhere.”
He felt among the gorse bushes and brought out a c
