In the red-brick methodist church on Underpool Road, set up on where the organ used to be. This is where the money went. It ended up in a folded pipe; we couldn't get it out. There was a dead rat up there. Whether it had crawled up there and died, or died because it was up there, we don't know, we're not a party to rat plans.
Cecil's not up the pipe.
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