“I suspects it be Mr. Barrett. ’E be the secretary, so to speak.”
“Thank you and will you please look after my horses and my sister who is sitting in the chaise.”
“They’ll be all right ’ere.”
“And where is the back-door?”
The boy pointed with his finger to a gap between two rhododendron bushes near the archway.
Michael walked towards it, having laid his hat down on the seat beside Adela.
He thought as he walked through the bushes it was a good thing that the clothes he had brought with him from India were not in the least smart or up-to-date.
When he saw the kitchen door ahead of him, he smoothed down both sides of his hair from its middle parting.
He knocked on the door and when there was no answer he opened it.
He found he was in a long passage with a flagged floor and with lard
