The pool of St Branok

Gervaise said lightly: "I'd give it another three months. Then we must win ... if only to oblige me. I have a bet on with Douglas."

"Gervaise likes a gamble," Jonnie explained to us. "And Tom Douglas is as bad as he is. When the two of them get together they'll wager on how many cabs they'll see on the way to the club. I've seen them watching raindrops falling down a window ... urging the particular one they have put their money on to move faster ... as though it were a horse in a race."

Gervaise grinned. "It brings an added zest to life," he explained.

Grace was full of information about the discovery at the pool and she could talk knowledgeably on the subject. I wondered how interested she really was and whether she was doing this to please Jonnie.

They talked enthusiastically of what they were going to do.

"I suppose," said Jonnie, "if we're going to dig we have to get permission from the owner."

My father smiled. "The Cador estate extends to the pool. It's all Cador land."

Jonnie beamed. "So all we have to do is ask you and Aunt Annora."

"Exactly," replied my father.

"And have we your permission?"

"I can only say," said my father, "that I should be most interested to know if it is really the site of an old monastery."

"Hurrah!" cried Gervaise. "We can go ahead."

Grace said: "Shall I be allowed on the site?"

Jonnie turned to her beaming with pleasure. "I should be put out if you were not there."

"I daresay you would like to be there, Angelet," said my mother.

Jonnie smiled at me. "Of course," he said. "You must come and help, Angelet."

I felt very pleased that he obviously wanted me to go.

"We shall make the place famous," said Gervaise. "Imagine the press. 'Great Find by Students. Jon Hume and Gervaise Mandeville have outclassed the experts. Hitherto unsuspected monastery has been excavated from remote part of Cornwall ...' "

"It was not unsuspected," I reminded them. "People have been saying they heard the monastery bells for ages."

"Ah, the Bells of St Branok! That will fascinate people ... We ought to have some bells rung ... just to create the right atmosphere."

"The bells," said my mother, "are supposed to herald a disaster."

"That makes it all the more exciting."

"Heralded disasters often come to pass," I said, "because people expect them to."

"She is a wise woman, this daughter of yours," said Gervaise, smiling warmly at me. "I'm all eagerness to get to work. Jon, I wager you twenty pounds that we've got that wall uncovered within a week."

"I'm not the betting man you are," said Jonnie. "I'll wait and see."

The next day they inspected the site. I went with them—so did Grace.

The place seemed to have lost its eeriness. It was only when I was there alone that the atmosphere seemed to envelop me. They inspected the jutting stone on which that man had cut his head.

"Yes," said Jonnie, "it's part of a wall. We'll have to start digging here."

He walked down to the pool, examining the water.

"I reckon," he said, "that this was once a fishpond. They always had fishponds in their monasteries. They provided food for the monks."

"We'll try to fish," said Gervaise. "Ten pounds for the first one who makes a catch."

"Be serious," said Jonnie. "Any fish in that pool would have been poisoned long ago. Heaven alone knows what has gone down into that water over the years."

"Well, it will be fun to try. Let's say a tenner for the first one who brings up anything at all. It might not be a fish. Angelet is looking disapproving. I'm sorry, Angelet. I'm really a very serious character under my skin."

He smiled at me so charmingly that I wished I could tell him what I was thinking. I was sure he would have made some lighthearted comment and made me feel that I was worrying unduly.

That very afternoon they started to dig. They had brought the necessary equipment with them and they wore what they called working gear. My parents were very amused by them.

There was a great deal of comment throughout the neighborhood and it was largely critical. Mrs. Penlock expressed the general feeling.

" 'Tain't natural," she said. "If it was meant to have been seen it would have been. If the good Lord sees fit to cover it up, that's how He wants it." I knew it was serious when the good Lord was brought in. His name implied that it was a question of right and wrong, and on such occasions Mrs. Penlock and the Lord were always together on the right side.

So I gathered that the exploration was unpopular.

"If it were meant to be discovered," said Mrs. Penlock to me, "it would never have been covered up."

"But it has been covered up, over the years. People have to discover these things. It teaches things about the past. People want to know and the Lord helps those who help themselves, remember."

" 'Tain't natural," was all she would say.