Chapter 12
I found out how he got in.
I assumed it was a he, or maybe a them. On the right side of the guesthouse, where the delivery trucks used to pull up, was a small recess behind the laundry. A large window at ground level allowed people to see into the cellar below. Bars once covered the window, but they had since been removed. The window, which was really more of a trapdoor, was the same sort that pubs have so that crates and barrels can be unloaded at street level, straight from the truck into the cellar.
Someone had kicked it in. I’d discovered it that morning while doing the rounds and immediately rang the police. Constables Michael Bow and Jenny Cameron took over an hour to arrive from the mainland—I hated to think what would happen in an emergency. I couldn’t imagine there’d
