‘Well, if you’re as good as a boy, which I admit you are,’ said Julian, ‘can’t you stay and keep an eye on Anne and Marybelle for us? We don’t want them kidnapped too.’
‘Oh, don’t go, George,’ said Anne. ‘Stay here with us.’
‘I think it’s mad to go, anyhow,’ said George, ‘Mr. Barling wouldn’t let you in. And if you did get in you wouldn’t be able to find all the secret places in his house. There must be as many, and more, as there are here.’
Julian couldn’t help thinking George wag right. Still, it was worth trying.
He and Dick set out after breakfast, and went down the hill to Mr. Barling’s. But when they got there they found the whole house shut up. Nobody answered their knocking and ringing. The curtains were drawn across the closed windows, and no smoke came from the chimney.
‘Mr. Barling’s gone away for a holiday,’ said the gardener who was working in the next door flower-beds. ‘Went this morning, he did. In his car. All his servants have got a holiday too.’
‘Oh!’ said Julian, blankly. ‘Was there anyone with him in the car – a man and a boy, for instance?’
The gardener looked surprised at this question, and shook his head.
‘No. He was alone, and drove off himself.’
‘Thanks,’ said Julian, and walked back with Dick to Smuggler’s Top. This was queer. Mr. Barling had shut up the house and gone off without his captives! Then what had he done with them? And why on earth had he kidnapped Uncle Quentin? Julian remembered that Mr. Lenoir had not put forward any reason for that. Did he know one, and hadn’t wanted to say what it was? It was all most puzzling.
Meantime George had been doing a little snooping
round on her own. She had slipped into Uncle Quentin’s room, and had had a really good look round everywhere to see if by chance there was another secret passage Sooty hadn’t known about.
She had tapped the walls. She had turned back the carpet and examined every inch of the floor. She had tried the cupboard again, and wished she could get through into the secret passage there and find Timmy. The study door downstairs was again locked, and she did not dare to tell Mr. Lenoir about Timmy and ask his help.
George was just about to leave the quiet room when she noticed something on the floor near the window. She bent to pick it up. It was a small screw. She looked round. Where had it come from?
At first she couldn’t see any screws of the same size at all. Then her eyes slid down to the window-seat. There were screws there, screwing down the top oaken plank to the under ones that supported it.
Had the screw come out of the window-seat? Why should it, anyway? The others there were all screwed down tightly. She examined one. Then she gave a low cry.
‘One’s missing. The one in the middle of this side. Now just let me think.’
She remembered last night. She remembered how someone had crept in, while she had hidden under the bed, and had fiddled about by the window, bending over the polished window-seat. She remembered the little noises – the metallic clinks and the tiny squeaks. It was screws being screwed into the seat!
‘Someone screwed down the window-seat last night -and in the darkness, dropped one of the little screws,’ thought George, beginning to feel excited. ‘Why did he
screw it down? To hide something? What’s in this window-seat? It sounds hollow enough. It never lifted up. I know that. It was always screwed down, because I remember looking for a cupboard under it, like the one we have at home, and there wasn’t one.’
George began to feel certain there was some secret about the window-seat. She rushed off to get a screwdriver. She found one and hurried back.
She shut the door and locked it behind her in case Block should come snooping around. Then she set to work with the screwdriver. What would she find in the window-seat? She could hardly wait to see!
Chapter Eighteen CURIOUS DISCOVERIES.
JUST as she had unscrewed almost the last screw there came a tapping at the door. George jumped and stiffened. She did not answer, afraid that it was Block, or Mr. Lenoir.
Then, to her great relief she heard Julian’s voice. ‘George! Are you in here?’
The little girl hurried across to the door and unlocked it. The boys came in, looking surprised, followed by Anne and Marybelle. George shut the door and locked it again.
‘Mr. Barling’s gone away and shut up the house,’ said Julian. ‘So that’s that. What on earth are you doing, George?’
‘Unscrewing this window-seat,’ said George, and told them about the screw she had found on the floor. They all crowded round her, excited.
‘Good for you, George!’ said Dick. Tlere, let me finish the unscrewing.’
‘No, thanks. This is my job!’ said George. She took out the last screw. Then she lifted the edge of the window-seat. It came up like a lid.
Everyone peered inside, rather scared. What would they see? To their great surprise and disappointment they saw nothing but an empty cupboard! It was as if the window-seat was a box, with the lid screwed down for people to sit on.
‘Well – what a disappointment!’ said Dick. He shut down the lid. ‘I don’t expect you heard anyone screwing down the lid, really, George. It might have been your imagination.’
‘Well, it wasn’t,’ said George, shortly. She opened the lid again. She got right into the box-like window-seat and stamped, and pressed with her feet.
And quite suddenly, there came a small creaking noise, and the bottom of the empty window-seat fell downwards like a trap-door on a hinge!
George gasped and clutched at the side. She kicked about in air for a moment and then scrambled out. Everyone looked down in silence.
They looked down a straight yawning hole, which, however, came to an end only about eight feet down. There it appeared to widen out, and, no doubt, entered a secret passage which ran into one of the underground tunnels with which the whole hill was honeycombed. It might even run to Mr. Barling’s house.
‘Look at that!’ said Dick. ‘Who would have thought of that? I bet even old Sooty didn’t know about this.’
‘Shall we go down?’ said George. ‘Shall we see where it goes to? We might find old Timmy.’
There came the noise of someone trying the handle of the door. It was locked. Then there was an impatient rapping, and a cross voice called out sharply:
‘Why is this door locked? Open it at once! What are you doing in here?’
‘It’s father!’ whispered Marybelle, with wide eyes. ‘I’d better unlock the door.’
George shut the lid of the window-seat down at once, very quietly. She did not want Mr. Lenoir to see their latest discovery. When the door was opened Mr. Lenoir saw the children standing about, or sitting on the window-seat.
‘I’ve had a good talk to Block,’ he said, ‘and, as I
thought, he doesn’t know a thing about all the goings-on here. He was most amazed to hear about the signalling from the tower. But he doesn’t think it’s Mr. Barling. He thinks it may be a plot of some sort against me’
‘Oh!’ said the children, who felt that they would not believe Block so readily as Mr. Lenoir appeared to.
‘It’s quite upset Block,’ said Mr. Lenoir. ‘He feels really sick, and I’ve told him to go and have a rest till we decide what to do next.’
The children felt \hat Block would not be so easily upset as all that. They all suspected at once that he would not really go to rest, but would probably sneak out on business of his own.
‘I’ve some work to attend to for a little while,’ said Mr. Lenoir. ‘I’ve rung up the police, but unluckily the Inspector is out. He will ring me directly he comes back. Now can you keep out of mischief till I’ve finished my work?’
The children thought that was a silly question. They made no reply. Mr. Lenoir gave one of his sudden smiles and little laughs, and went.
‘I’m going to pop along to Block’s room and see if he really is there,’ said Julian, as soon as Mr. Lenoir was out of sight.
He went to the wing where the staff bedrooms were, and stopped softly outside Block’s. The door was a little ajar, and Julian could see through the crack. He saw the shape of Block’s body in the bed, and the dark patch that was his head. The curtains were drawn across the window to keep out the light, but there was enough to see all this.
Julian sped back to the others. ‘Yes, he’s in bed all right,’ he said. ‘Well, he’s safe for a bit. Shall we have a shot at getting down the window-seat hole? I’d dearly like to see where it leads to!’