"Why aren't they finished?" said Patricia. She stood under an awning, watching the workman haul what looked like a great trunk that had become stuck in the mud. They were at the gate of the little churchyard on the other side of the estate, trying to pull the box out and load it into the waiting wagon.
Danner wrung his hat it out. "We had a problem with some of the men. Half of them refused to work when they found out they would have to open the mausoleum. The rest had some trouble with the coffin. They've almost got it now."
"Have them take it to the old stable on the east side, the empty one," Patricia said. "Make sure that none of the house staff are around to see them."
"Yes, mistress," said Danner. "Shall I dismiss them after?"
"No. Send them to the kitchens. Wake the cook and giv
