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especially from the writing that we were told is on the tombs.
And we wish to see if there is any clues about the occurrences
...”
    “ And, by
chance, do you think that Sir Richard hid the money away out there
– at the
tombs ?”
    “ They
were considering that clue – ‘where the last dwell’ – and they
think that it refers to humans ...”
     

 
     
     
    II
     
    Lost in Time
     
     

Chapter 29
     
    Mysterious Discoveries
     
    “ You may
be correct about it referring to humans,” Bryson explained, “but
none of my ancestors, in the tombs, were the last ...!”
    “ We
believe that it may have something to do with your ancestors in the
tombs,” Mortimer carefully answered. “They could have believed that
they were ‘the last’!”
    Bryson smiled,
and thought about it once again. From their angle it was slightly
astonishing. The reason that he, and probably the others, had not
believed that it had been true had been because they had not been
the last – there had been as many of them as there ever had been.
But they might have believed that they had been the last! Or, for
some reason, one of them could have believed that the family would
not have any descendants, or something like that, and had something
written on one of the tombs.
    “ So you
believe that there may be something mentioning the clue on one of
the tombs!”
    Merton clapped
his hands, congratulating him, on his reply.
    “ Nonetheless, we just want to look around, for anything of
interest – especially to see the tombs.”
    Bryson was
sure that there was more, and just accepted their reasons, with
interest.
    “ We
should have brought torches ...!”
    “ Why do
we need torches?” Merton anxiously inquired, shoving his way
through a deep area of snow, moving next to him.
    “ There
are stairs running down – to the tombs, and there are no lights –
in the underground chamber.”
    “ Therefore, we’ll have to go back!” Mortimer grumbled, coming
to a standstill.
    “ No! It
has light. It would have been better ...”
    “ My key
ring lighter should be good enough,” Mortimer replied. “If we need
it to read them.”
    Bryson worked
out the position of the road, and where the place was where the
servants would have left their cars. It was further away than he
had thought. This part of the wood was more isolated.
    Even though
the wood held many hiding places, where anything could be –
including where the killer of the servant could be lurking, it was
far from being as bad as it had been at night. At the most distant
parts, as far as he could see, through all the gaps in the trees,
he imagined the dark shapes of the trees, branches, and undergrowth
as black figures, dwelling there.
    They had
correctly timed it, as the sky had hardly changed since they had
left – except it growing brighter.
    When he had
told them that it was best to go there before it was nightfall, he
had not meant to race there. If anything did appear, it would
surely kill them. They would not now be able to run properly. The
snow was thick and rugged, and it was too hard to keep a reasonable
speed going through it.
    Merton
instantly halted, removed a cigarette out of his packet, and handed
him one. He quickly lit them, before he moved away from him. But he
persuaded him to go slow, while they smoked. Mortimer eventually
noticed that they had dropped behind him, and waited for them to
catch up. He then walked slowly along with them.
    The pace did
not last long, and Mortimer soon had them going after him again,
but at a more controlled pace.
    There were
hardly any differences to the wood, even though he was looking for
prints of creatures anyway. It now seemed even more stranger
thinking of them, and the murder of the servant and footprints from
the castle.
    Why had there
been a stranger there at the castle? How many people would have
entered the wood? Had the person walked there, or had the person
arrived by other means. Nobody had seen the stranger, according to
the