“I went with Ahmed to have a look at the gateway,” Bing continued. “There are two guards standing at the door and at night the place is barred and bolted and it would be impossible for anyone to get in. The only chance is in the daytime when the doors are open to allow the servants and those who deliver food to enter.”
“But the guards?” Melina questioned.
“They are there and they carry weapons beneath their cloaks,” Bing said dryly.
It appeared to Melina an almost impossible task to pass them, but she knew that Bing had some plan and therefore she was silent until he continued,
“Ahmed knows the baker who brings the freshly baked bread each morning. He calls there and his wife accompanies him, carrying live chickens for the cook who wants five or six every day.”
Bing’s voice died away
