On he Tuesday morning the hearse came to pick them up they were taken on to Whitley Bay Cemetery where a small service was held. Robert’s father had paid for his own funeral and even paid for his headstone. Brenda Christie wept as the service ended and the body of Robert McCreadie was laid to rest. Afterwards the cars took them back.
They gave Brenda a lift back to her house then James slipped over to the chemist shop and paid for the photos. Once outside James opened the photos and looked at them. He was none the wiser. When he took them back to the house they all had a look at the shots they had taken. There were over fifty photos of various parts of the abbey and the castle itself. Even the close up shots revealed nothing to them.
Robert used a magnifying glass checking every stone, crevice in order to find some clue.
“Well that was a waste of time wasn’t it said James Sarcastically.
“Maybe we haven’t got the right abbey; surly a tin would stand out wouldn’t it.
Let’s read the riddle again maybe we missed something.
Robert read out the letter from his father again line by line.
On a cliff lies a crest
Where the monks came to rest
“That could be the cemetery said Robert junior there’s a lot of graves there.
Yes that’s right so it might be in that location.
Read the next lines out Da’
The Abbey surrounds the walled gate
If found then this is your fate.
“There is a wall and there is a gate that leads inside it. Could the tin be inside the gate or is it made of an alloy of tin?
Read on Da’
Hidden in side a stone tin
It is there that the adventure really begins.
When you uncover what lies within.
How can a stone be made of tin said James?
Robert junior began to laugh.
“What’s so funny Robert asked James.
“Your right you cannot make a tin out of stone but you can extract tin from stone.”
“That’s it son, you have it; all we need to do is find a stone that produces tin.