“I don’t believe anyone’s been into it for over two years. The Priest’s Hole is the show exhibit for Americans and tourists generally.” “Curious,” murmured the Frenchman. “Why curious?” Lemoine stooped and picked up a small object from the floor. “Because of this,” he said. “This match has not lain here for two years—not even for two days.” Battle looked at the match curiously. It was of pink wood, with a yellow head. “Any of you ladies or gentlemen drop this, by any chance?” he asked. He received a negative all round. “Well, then,” said Superintendent Battle, “we’ve seen all there is to see. We might as well get out of here.” The proposal was assented to by all. The panel had swung to, but Bundle showed them how it was fastened from the inside. She unlatched it, swung it noiselessly open, and sprang through the opening, alighting in the Council Chamber with a resounding thud. “Damn!” said Lord Caterham, springing up from an arm-chair in which he appeared to have been taking forty winks. “Poor old father,” said Bundle. “Did I startle you?” “I can’t think,” said Lord Caterham, “why nobody nowadays ever sits still after a meal. It’s a lost art. God knows Chimneys is big enough, but even here there doesn’t seem to be a single room where I can be sure of a little peace. Good Lord, how many of you are there? Reminds me of the Pantomimes I used to go to as a boy when hordes of demons used to pop up out of trapdoors.” “Demon No. 7,” said Virginia, approaching him, and patting him on the head. “Don’t be cross. We’re just exploring secret passages, that’s all.” “There seems to be a positive boom in secret passages to-day,” grumbled Lord Caterham, not yet completely mollified. “I’ve had to show that fellow Fish round them all this morning.” “When was that?” asked Battle quickly. “Just before lunch. It seems he’d heard of the one in here. I showed him that, and then took him up to the White Gallery, and we finished up with the Priest’s Hole. But his enthusiasm was waning by that time. He looked bored to death. But I made him go through with it.” Lord Caterham chuckled at the remembrance. Anthony put a hand on Lemoine’s arm. “Come outside,” he said softly. “I want to speak to you.” The two men went out together through the window. When they had gone a sufficient distance from the house, Anthony drew from his pocket the scrap of paper that Boris had given him that morning. “Look here,” he said. “Did you drop this?” Lemoine took it and examined it with some interest. “No,” he said. “I have never seen it before. Why?” “Quite sure?” “Absolutely sure, Monsieur.” “That’s very odd.” He repeated to Lemoine what Boris had said. The other listened with close attention. “No, I did not drop it. You say he found it in that clump of trees?” “Well, I assumed so, but he did not actually say so.”