The Greenwoods next door locked up the house, and went to their aunt's in the village.

My daughter came over here asking me to go home with her, but I said I'd stay and risk it.

At eighty-three one doesn't care to move!" "Where is this bomb ?" asked Mr.James.
"In a pew nigh the old monument, so I'm told." At this juncture Jack Cassidy, who when the church was first found to be locked had volunteered to run back to the Vicarage and fetch the Vicar's own key, now arrived after a record sprint.
"Give me a bucket of water, and I'll go and investigate," said Mr.
James.
He came out of the church in the course of a few minutes, holding in his hand--the old helmet! "This is the nearest approach to a bomb of any description that I've been able to discover," he announced.

"I'm going to carry it to the village to convince the wiseacres there.

Perhaps Stevens will pluck up courage to ring the bell for afternoon service.