"I see. Well?"
Antony knocked out his pipe and got up slowly.
"Well then, let's find the way from the house by which Miss
Norris came."
Bill jumped up eagerly.
"By Jove! Do you mean there's a secret passage?"
"A secluded passage, anyway. There must be."
"I say, what fun! I love secret passages. Good Lord, and this
afternoon I was playing golf just like an ordinary merchant!
What a life! Secret passages!"
They made their way down into the ditch. If an opening was to be
found which led to the house, it would probably be on the house
side of the green, and on the outside of the ditch. The most
obvious place at which to begin the search was the shed where the
bowls were kept. It was a tidy place as anything in Mark's
establishment would be. There were two boxes of croquet things,
one of them with the lid open, as if the balls and mallets and,
hoops (neatly enough put away, though) had been recently used; a
box of bowls, a small lawn-mower, a roller and so forth. A seat
ran along the back of it, whereon the bowls-players could sit
when it rained.
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