He went up for a good way. It was almost like going up a chimney shaft, he thought. It was cold and smelt musty.
Suddenly he came to a ledge, and he stepped on to it. He took his torch from his teeth and flashed it around him.
There was stone wall behind him, at the side of him and stone above him. The black hole up which he had come, yawned by his feet. Julian shone his torch in front of him, and a shock of surprise went through him.
There was no stone wall in front of him, but a big wooden, door, made of black oak. A handle was set about waist-high, Julian turned it with trembling fingers. What was he going to see ?
The door opened outwards, over the ledge, and it was difficult to get round it without falling back into the hole. Julian managed to open it wide, squeezed round it without losing his footing, and stepped beyond it, expecting to find himself in a room.
But his hand felt more wood in front of him! He
shone his torch round, and found that he was up against what looked like yet another door. Under his searching fingers it suddenly moved sideways, and slid silently away!
And then Julian knew where he was! ‘I’m in the cupboard at Kirrin Farmhouse – the one that has a false back!’ he thought. ‘The Secret Way comes up behind it! How clever! Little did we* know when we played about in this cupboard that not only did it have a sliding back, but that it was the entrance to the Secret Way, hidden behind it!’
The cupboard was now full of clothes belonging to the artists. Julian stood and listened. There was no sound of anyone in the room. Should he just take a quick look round, and see if those lost papers were anywhere about ?
Then he remembered the other four, waiting patiently below in the cold. He had better go and tell them what had happened. They could all come and help in the search.
He stepped into the space behind the sliding back. The sliding door slipped across again, and Julian was left standing on the narrow ledge, with the old oak door wide open to one side of him. He did not bother to shut it. He felt about with his feet, and found the iron staples in the hole below him. Down he went, clinging with his hands and feet, his torch in his teeth again.
‘Julian! What a time you’ve been! Quick, tell us all about it!’ cried George.
‘It’s most terribly thrilling,’ said Julian. ‘Absolutely super! Where do you suppose all this leads to? Into the
cupboard at Kirrin Farmhouse – the one that’s got a false back!’
‘Golly! ‘said Dick.
‘I say I’ said George.
‘Did you go into the room ?’ cried Anne.
‘I climbed as far as I could and came to a big oak door,’ said Julian. ‘It has a handle this side, so I swung it wide open. Then I saw another wooden door in front of me – at least, I thought it was a door,’ I didn’t know it was just the false back of that cupboard. It was quite easy to slide back and I stepped through, and found my-self among a whole lot of clothes hanging in the cupboard ! Then I hurried back to tell you.’
‘Julian! We can hunt for those papers now,’ said George, eagerly. ‘Was there anyone in the room ?’
‘I couldn’t hear anyone,’ said Julian. ‘Now what I propose is this – we’ll all go up, and have a hunt round those two rooms. The men have the room next to the cupboard one too.’
‘Oh good ! ‘ said Dick, thrilled at the thought of such an adventure. ‘Let’s go now. You go first, Ju. Then Anne, then George and then me.’
‘What about Tim ?’ asked George.
‘He can’t climb, silly,’ said Julian. ‘He’s a simply marvellous dog, but he certainly can’t climb, George. We’ll hav