Paul Waggott

It remained, from Brunton's side, unpaid.

So...

Roy Howells stole your keys, gave them to Brunton, who made his way into your library.

With his acute knowledge of the era, he knew exactly what he was looking for.

The Musgrave Ritual.

He perused, he photographed, as you mentioned, and he had his instructions.

He acted fast, as he had been dismissed from the job.

He traced the route when the sun sat above the oak, around 10am, and like John here, he fell right through the access panel, nothing more than a rotten hatch now.

Upon seeing this, with the unknowing Kevin Higgs, Howells made his way over shortly after.

He aided Brunton into the crypt and used his considerable size and strength to lift the millstone and wedge it open with his copper piping.

Until, of course, he kicked it away.

For a prize?

For unpaid fees?

Perhaps for revenge?

Brunton had already handed up whatever lay within the chamber.

The next thing he raised upwards was his hand, to be pulled out by his accomplice.

But he was betrayed.

The piping was kicked away.

Howell sprinted, treasure in hand, across the lawn towards the forest as fast as he could.

In such a frenzy and blood rush, he didn't take in his surroundings.