“Edward?” I shouted when we heard the groan. I started to go down when Oak held me back.
“We don't know what's down there, Mary” he said. “Caution first.” With that, he began to descend tentatively. Pausing on the first step, he asked if I had any washing line. I was pleased to say I did, and quickly fetched that too.
Tying one end to the cellar door, he wrapped the other round his hand, then began to walk down.
Once he was half way, I elbowed Robert in the ribs and hissed quietly “Don't ask about Fiona!”
