Chapter 27

“Lucky?” George stared at him.

“Well, yes. The men were marvellous—wouldn’t stop digging until they found me—but even then it’d have been too late if I hadn’t been over in the corner at the time. I was pinning up a postcard Mother had sent me from the Isle of Wight, would you believe it? Trying to brighten the old place up a bit. Well, being in the corner, the framework protected me a little and gave me a pocket of air to breathe. Poor old Wilkins wasn’t so lucky—they got to him first, as it happened, but he’d already suffocated in the mud, poor chap.” Despite the fire, Matthew shivered.

Marmaduke gave a yowl of displeasure and vacated Matthew’s lap for a more stable resting place upon the hearthrug.