"What is there behind it?" inquired Mitchington.

"Sort of gallery, that runs all round the nave," replied
Varner. "Clerestory gallery--that's what it is. People can go
up there and walk around--lots of 'em do--tourists, you know.
There's two or three ways up to it--staircases in the
turrets."

Mitchington turned to one of the two constables who had
followed him.

"Let Varner show you the way up there," he said. "Go quietly
--don't make any fuss--the morning service is just beginning.
Say nothing to anybody--just take a quiet look around, along
that gallery, especially near the door there--and come back
here." He looked down at the dead man again as the mason and
the constable went away. "A stranger, I should think, doctor
--tourist, most likely. But--thrown down! That man Varner is
positive. That looks like foul play."

"Oh, there's no doubt of that!" asserted Bryce. "You'll have
to go into that pretty deeply. But the inside of the
Cathedral's like a rabbit-warren, and whoever threw the man
through that doorway no doubt knew how to slip away
unobserved. Now, you'll have to remove the body to the
mortuary, of course--but just let me fetch Dr. Ransford first.
I'd like some other medical man than myself to see him before
he's moved--I'll have him here in five minutes."

He turned away through the bushes and emerging upon the Close