She scooched down on her hands and knees, squinting into the black of the wardrobe, where the shadows met the backboard. She crawled in further, the trail ending. It vanished into the wall as if… ‘Wait a minute.’ ‘What is it?’ She flattened her palms against the light wooden panelling. ‘What are you doing?’ asked Robert. Elspeth carried on. If she could just find… Click …the switch. The back of the wardrobe creaked open.
