Chapter Five: 'All That Glitters…'Watching him like a hawk, she never let him out of her sight. Wherever he went, whatever he did, she was there, silently studying every move. Bert sensed those eyes boring into his back as he got down on his haunches in front of the main fireplace and wondered what he could do. The more time ticked by, the less likely it seemed that the opportunity for lifting anything, anything at all, would ever arise. So, to keep his mind off the hopelessness of it all, he forced himself to concentrate on the task in hand – sweeping the chimney. Or, to be more accurate, pretending to sweep the chimney, for Bert didn't have an inkling of how he should go about such a chore.
He made a brave show of going through the motions, appearing, or so he hoped, that he knew what h
