The door creaked open on rusted hinges, causing the men to wince.
“Ah. The conservatory,” the first man said to the second.
“It is the place where things are hidden.”
The two men entered, padding across the room on robber feet, careful not to disturb anything.
“What exactly is hidden here?” the rear man asked.
“I don’t know, but we will find out.”
The men slunk to the far corner of the room and began running their fingers along the heavy stone that made up the wall.
A crash from the house drew their eyes to the door