tombstones and statues jutted out of the side of the wall , as if a huge graveyard had been upended , and , like three wizened chimpanzees in tattered black suits that did up in the back , the duke of westminster , the bishop of bath and wells , and the honorable archibald fitzhugh were swinging from statue to stone , dangling bod between them as they went , tossing him from one to another , never missing him , always catching him with ease , without even looking .