It was a foolproof plan. Drake had it neatly figured out.
He knew the Cathedral like the back of his hand, after all, the years working in the Chaplaincy are not going to waste even though he left his coveted job in a bit of a huff.
Dipping his fingers in the offering coffers for a little helping didn’t seem to agree with the Bishop but no matter, this plan would surely set him up for life.
As he lowered Bob through the ceiling’s vault an unholy gust of air set off the Cathedral chimes and a surprising shrill alarm startled both men so much that the rope slipped from Drake’s hands and they went crashing down into the gallery.
Dodgy Drake and his accomplice were apprehended by the police in short order. Bob was unconscious, while petrified Drake was trying to crawl and hide behind one of the statues of the Saints. His broken limbs made his escape attempt difficult.
Their ambition to rob the Cathedral of the golden Chalice, shiny Madonna and other prized artifacts was nipped in the bud.
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