“This must be the Square,” said Pollenport, as they turned a corner. “Ah, yes, and there’s the Coxes’ shop.”
They stood in a little group outside the shop and Pollenport rang the bell, keeping his finger on the bell-push for nearly a minute. They heard someone move in the room above the shop and then a window was thrown up.
“Hullo?” said a sleepy voice.
“Digby Cox?”
The young man who was gazing down at them seemed hardly awake. “No, Bryan Cox,” he said. “What do you want?”
“Well, I’m Jonah Pollenport and —”
Bryan’s yelp of astonishment ran round the Square like a shot. “What? Pollenport . . . Crumbs!”
He withdrew his head so quickly that he struck it on the bottom of the window, but he didn’t seem to notice it, and a moment later they heard him shouting to his brother. “Digby! . . .
