“What about behind the bed?”
“They threw the bed into the fountain,” said Henry. “Anything behind it is gone.”
“There was a hidden panel in the wall,” said Thomas. “I hid books there. Was it broken open?”
“Michael didn’t say. Sir Michael!” The knight poked his head through the door. “Did you see any sections of the wall in the apartment ripped out?”
“No, my lord.”
“Did you check all the rooms?”
“Not for that.”
“They could still be there,” said Thomas. He grabbed the side of the tub and levered himself out of the water, gasping and cursing the agony that ran through his arms. “We have to get them.”
“They’ll be watching the apartment,” said Michael. “Waiting for you to go back there.”
Thomas grabbed a towel and dried himself, ignoring the scrape of it on his abraded skin. “The stude
