Chapter EighteenNow Lorna had a great deal to think about. Treasure on the Malvern Hills? She shook her head as she walked away from the Pinnacle Hotel. If that was true, and Mr Findhorn had found something, it would explain why he was robbed and perhaps even why he was murdered, but not the method. Why would anybody go to the trouble of stripping him and tying him with green cord? Lorna shook her head as she made her way back to her own hotel.
There must be more to this. Lorna heard the frantic drumbeat of galloping hooves and looked up as Mad Jack clattered past with his mane of hair flowing behind him. She watched him for a second and returned to her thoughts.
Who would know about treasure being found? It can't have been widely reported, or Margaret would have heard about it.
Mr Temp
