Martha had made her way to the Ordo Chapter House with care tonight. She had mastered the route of the long bicycle ride, but decided to take an alternative direction - to better confound any hostile observers. Thankfully, the night was warm and dry.
Was the Chapter House vulnerable to attack? She did not know. Had Mr Hartman talked? She did not know that either.
Approaching with care, her bicycle left near the door - just in case a swift escape was needed.
The House seemed much as she had last known it several nights before.
Quiet. Tidy.
In the solitude she began to think about her studies. While pondering her work and timetable, Martha adjusted her hat and limped back to her bicycle so as to move it into the hallway.