Lorna viewed it. She could walk into the cave quite easily without stooping, and although the interior was dark, it was not oppressive. There were no clothes inside; there was nothing but bare rock and a thin covering of soil.
'Do you want to see the Sacrifice Stone as well?' Margaret asked. 'It's where the druids of King Caractacus sacrificed people.' She was so eager to help that Lorna did not have the heart to say no.
'See?' After another short walk, Margaret showed Lorna a recumbent, moss-furred stone lying in a small clearing surrounded by scrubby trees.
'It's very unusual,' Lorna looked under the stone in case the murderer had hidden Mr Findhorn's clothes there. Again there was nothing. She looked around; there were a thousand hiding places among the budding trees and bushes. 'Thi
