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Book Murder at the Regal Hotel continued:
Three weeks later, Martin had made very little progress with his hammer and chisel. Day by day he had risen before dawn and after early morning prayers had gone to the chamber to continue his work. He hated the place, the enormous cave which was being transformed into a cathedral of solid stone. Some of his colleagues had told him it was going to be the biggest monolith in the world, and that in the heat of summer it would be wonderfully cool. He had only known it in the winter, so icy that he could not imagine a day hot enough for a cold place to be welcome. His loathing of it reached its peak one day in February.
The frost was on the ground. It made the fields look even whiter than normal and the trees sparkled in the morning sun. For the last three days, the temperature had not risen above freezing even during the afternoons and Brother Martin, still struggling with the hammer and chisel, the cold and the pain, was afraid that he would soon get frostbite in his fingers.
Someone blocked the doorway and Martin looked up. It was Brother Simeon. He was carrying something hidden by a cloth across his arms.
"I've brought you a bowl of hot broth," he whispered, "Don't tell Brother Francis."
"Oh, bless you, brother." Martin gratefully warmed his hands around the bowl. "I was beginning to think I'd freeze solid like a statue."
"Yes," said Simeon. "It's rare to have a winter so cold. And it's still only February. We might have another month like this before we can look forward to the spring and summer."
Simeon crouched down beside Martin "I've been sent to work with you today. Where shall I start?"
Martin pointed to the depression in the stone floor which he had made. "I haven't made much progress. See here, where Brother Francis has marked out a rectangle. I'm told I have to dig down five feet. I can't think why. When other brothers went to the trouble of making this floor level and smooth, it seems perverse to dig out this hole."
Simeon was surprised. "You don't know what you are making? You don't know that there are going to be twenty-four like this. Each one six feet long and three feet wide. And five feet deep? In this place where there is no earth? These are tombs, brother. These are our burial places! Our graves."
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