CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Churchworkers
“E
ver
stolen anything before, Farquharson?” said Guffy as they pulled up in the market place at Norwich to drop Eager-Wright and enquire of a policeman for the Brome House Museum.
“Hundreds of things,” said Farquharson. “What’s a little drum, anyway? If I see anything else I like I shall bring it back as well. If we get away with this we might start on the South Ken. There’s a large-size model of a flea there I’ve always had my eye on.”
Left to themselves, however, their mood sobered. Neither was particularly keen on the task, and the prospect of misrepresenting themselves to some eagle-eyed guardian of the city’s treasures appeared uninviting in the extreme.
Since Mr. Campion’s mantle had descended upon him, however, Guffy was determined to see t
