Chapter Twenty'So what do we have,' Lorna asked.
'A lot of confusion,' Margaret touched the brooch at her breast.
Lorna paced the room, stopping to look out of the window. 'I really don't know where to go from here,' she said. 'I didn't know that solving a murder would be so hard. I thought it would be a quick case of finding out who did not like Mr Findhorn and seeing where they were when he was killed. Anybody who had no alibi would be a suspect.'
'I still think it was the druids,' Margaret said.
'We'll get back to them later,' Lorna said. 'I have not forgotten Miss Appleton, the Chosen Girls, and their peculiar ceremonies. First, let's see what we have here.'
'We've got a man banged on the head, tied up with green cord and drowned naked in a sacred well,' Margaret insisted. 'And we
