“He’ll check the know-holes first to be sure ’tis safe to enter.” “The what?” Aulay asked with bewilderment. He had been intending on just barging in. “The know-holes,” she repeated, her brow knitting as she took in his expression. “The spy holes? Ma called them know-holes when she showed them to me, because they let ye know what’s happenin’ in the rooms.” “We ha’e spy holes?” he asked with disbelief.
