The next morning, after the police had been to take Marshall away, Ichabod and Katrina sat with the others, enjoying the sunshine and cool lemonade.
"So Marshall was only pretending to be unwell," Frank reflected.
"Well he had a broken leg," Ichabod replied, "But it wasn't as bad as he made out. Whenever everyone was out, he would use the attic trapdoor in his room to go up into the roof, and then he could drop down into the other rooms and steal bits and pieces."
"Genius," Eleanor breathed.
"A bit far fetched," Frank said.
"Shut up Frank," Eleanor snapped.
"Then, the day Rebecca went out walking with Frank and Eleanor, he was able to sneak downstairs and take the silver from the dining room. What he didn't realise was that Katrina was outside, drawing the hotel. I suppose I really discovered the truth after looking more closely at the drawing. We all thought she was taking artist liberties, but she drew a trapdoor because she saw a trapdoor. You see, as she was looking up, Frank was disposing of his horde, through the secret hatch in the wall of his bedroom – I found it a little while ago, as Masbeth was acting as my lookout. Marshall dropped the silver down behind the haystack, planning to secret it away this evening and sell at a later date."
"Secret hatch in the wall, ah?" Frank said. "You'd have thought you'd know about that, Mr White."
"You would've, wouldn't you," Mr White replied. "But I didn't have a clue!"
THE END