grudging acquiescence from the old man gave me a clear day in which to make my observations. I was already perfectly convinced that Godfrey was in hiding somewhere near, but where and why remained to be solved.
“The house was so large and so rambling that a regiment might be hid away in it and no one the wiser. If the secret lay there, it was difficult for me to penetrate it. But the door which I had heard close was certainly not in the house. I must explore the garden and see what I could find. There was no difficulty in the way, for the old people were busy in their own fashion and left me to my own devices.
“There were several small outhouses, but at the end of the garden there was a detached building of some size—large enough for a gardener’s or a gamekeeper’s residence. Could this be the place whence the sound of that shutting door had come? I approached it in a careless fashion, as though I were strolling aimlessly round the grounds. As I did so, a small, brisk, bearded man in a black coat and bowler hat—not at all the gardener type—came out of the door. To my surprise, he locked it after him and put the key in his pocket. Then he looked at me with some surprise on his face.
“‘Are you a visitor here?’ he asked.
“I explained that I was and that I was a friend of Godfrey’s.
“‘What a pity that he should be away on his travels, for he would have so liked to see me,’ I continued.
“‘Quite so. Exactly,’ said he, with a rather guilty air. ‘No doubt you will renew your visit at some more
