be seen. Dick took out his head and put in his arm, stretching along the wall as far as his hand would reach. He was just about to take it back when his fingers found a hole in the wall.

[²⁴⁵] 'Funny!' said Dick. 'Why should there be a hole in the stone wall just there?'

[²⁴⁶] He stuck in his finger and thumb and worked them about. He felt a little ridge inside the wall, rather like a bird's perch, and was able to get hold of it. He wriggled his fingers about the perch, but nothing happened. Then he got a good hold and pulled.

[²⁴⁷] The stone came right out! Dick was so surprised that he let go the heavy stone and it fell to the ground behind the panelling with a crash!

[²⁴⁸] The noise brought the others out into the hall. 'Whatever are you doing, Dick?' said Julian, 'Have you broken something?'

[²⁴⁹] 'No,' said Dick, his face reddening with excitement. 'I say - I put my hand in here - and found a hole in one of the stones the wall is made of - and I got hold of a sort of ridge with my finger and thumb and pulled. The stone came right out, and I got such a surprise I let go. It fell, and that's what you heard!'

[²⁵⁰] 'Golly!' said Julian, trying to push Dick away from the open panel. 'Let me see.'

[²⁵¹] 'No, Julian,' said Dick, pushing him away. 'This is my discovery. Wait till I see if I can feel anything in the hole. It's difficult to get at!'

[²⁵²] The others waited impatiently. Julian could hardly prevent himself from pushing Dick right away. Dick put his arm in as far as he could, and curved his hand round to get into the space behind where the stone had been. His fingers felt about and he closed them round something that felt like a book. Cautiously and carefully ne brought it out.

[²⁵³] 'An old book!' he said.

[²⁵⁴] 'What's in it?' cried Anne.

[²⁵⁵] They turned the pages carefully. They were so dry and brittle that some of them fell into dust.

[²⁵⁶] 'I think it's a book of recipes,' said Anne, as her sharp eyes read a few words in the old brown, faded handwriting. 'Let's take it to Mrs. Sanders.'

[²⁵⁷] The children carried the book to the old lady. She laughed at their beaming faces. She took the book and looked at it, not at all excited.

[²⁵⁸] 'Yes,' she said. 'It's a book of recipes, that's all it is. See the name in the front - Alice Mary Sanders - that must have been my great-grandmother. She was famous for her medicines, I know. It was said she could cure any ill in man or animal, no matter what it was.'

[²⁵⁹] 'It's a pity it's so hard to read her writing,' said Julian, disappointed. 'The whole book is falling to pieces too. It must be very old.'

[²⁶⁰] 'Do you think there's anything else in that hidey-hole?' asked Anne. 'Julian, you go and put your arm in, it's longer than Dick's.'

[²⁶¹] 'There didn't seem to be anything else at all,' said Dick. 'It's a very small place - just a few inches of hollow space behind that brick or stone that fell down.'

[²⁶²] 'Well, I'll just put my hand in and see,' said Julian. They all went back into the hall. Julian put his arm into the open panel, and slid it along the wall to where, the stone had fallen out. His hand went into the space there, and his long fingers groped about, feeling for anything else that might be there.

[²⁶³] There was something else, something soft and flat that felt like leather. Eagerly the boy's fingers closed over it and he drew it out carefully, half afraid that it might fall to pieces with age.

[²⁶⁴] 'I've got something!' he said, his eyes gleaming brightly. 'Look - what is it?'

[²⁶⁵] The others crowded round. 'It's rather like Daddy's tobacco pouch,' said Anne, feeling it. The same shape. Is there anything inside?'

[²⁶⁶] It was a tobacco pouch, very dark brown, made of soft leather and very much worn. Carefully Julian undid the flap, and unrolled the leather.

A few bits of black tobacco were still in the pouch -but there was something else, too! Tightly rolled up in the last bit of pouch was a piece of linen. Julian took it out and unrolled it. He put it flat on the hall-table.

[²⁶⁷] The children stared at it. There were marks and signs on the linen, done in black ink that had hardly faded. But the four of them could not make head or tail of the marks.

[²⁶⁸] 'It's not a map,' said Julian. 'It seems a sort of code, or something. I do wonder what it means. I wish we could make it out. It must be some sort of secret.'

[²⁶⁹] The children stared at the piece of linen, very thrilled. It was so old - and contained some kind of secret. Whatever could it be?

[²⁷⁰] They ran to show it to Mrs. Sanders. She was studying the old recipe book, and her face glowed with pleasure as she raised it to look at the excited children.

[²⁷¹] 'This book's a wonder!' she said. 'I can hardly read the writing, but here's a recipe for backache. I shall try it myself. My back aches so much at the end of the day. Now, you listen ...'

[²⁷²] But the children didn't want to listen to recipes for backache. They pushed the piece of linen on to Mrs. Sanders' lap.

[²⁷³] 'Look! What's this about, Mrs. Sanders? Do you know? We found it in a kind of tobacco pouch in that place behind the panel.'

[²⁷⁴] Mrs. Sanders took off her glasses, polished them, and put them on again. She looked carefully at the piece of linen with its strange marks.

[²⁷⁵] She shook her head. 'No - this doesn't make any sense to me. And what's this now - it looks like an old tobacco pouch. Ah, my John would like that, I guess. He's got such an old one that it won't hold his tobacco any more! This is old too - but there's a lot of wear in it yet.'

[²⁷⁶] 'Mrs. Sanders, do you want this piece of linen too?' asked Julian, anxiously. He was longing to take it home and study it. He felt certain there was some kind of exciting secret hidden there, and he could not bear the thought of leaving it with Mrs. Sanders.

[²⁷⁷] 'You take it, Master Julian, if you want it,' said Mrs. Sanders, with a laugh. I'll keep the recipes for myself, and John shall have the pouch. You can have the old rag if you want it, though it beats me why you set such store by it! Ah, here's John!'

[²⁷⁸] She raised her voice and shouted to the deaf old man. 'Hey, John, here's a tobacco pouch' for you. The children found it somewhere behind that panel that opens in the hall.'

[²⁷⁹] John took it and fingered it. 'It's a queer one,' he said. 'But better than mine. Well, youngsters, I don't want to hurry you, but it's one o'clock now, and you'd best be going if it's near your dinner-time!'

[²⁸⁰] 'Gracious!' said Julian. 'We shall be late! Good-bye, Mrs. Sanders, and thanks awfully for the shortbread and this old rag. We'll try our best to make out what's on it and tell you. Hurry, everyone! Where's Tim? Come on, Timothy, we're late!'

[²⁸¹] The five of them ran off quickly. They really were late, and had to run most of the way, which meant that it was difficult to talk. But they were so excited about their morning that they panted remarks to one another as they went.

[²⁸²] 'I wonder what this old rag says!' panted Julian. 'I mean to find out. I'm sure it's something mysterious.'

[²⁸³] 'Shall we tell anyone?' asked Dick.

[²⁸⁴] 'No!' said George. 'Let's keep it a secret.'

[²⁸⁵] 'If Anne starts to give away anything, kick her under the table, like we did last summer,' said Julian, with a grin. Poor Anne always found it difficult to keep a secret, and often had to be nudged or kicked when she began to give things away.

[²⁸⁶] 'I won't say a word,' said Anne, indignantly. 'And don't you dare to kick me. It only makes me cry out and then the grown-ups want to know why.'

[²⁸⁷] 'We'll have a good old puzzle over this piece of linen after dinner,' said Julian. 'I bet we'll find out what it says, if we really make up our minds to!'

[²⁸⁸] 'Here we are,' said George. 'Not too late. Hallo, Mother! We won't be a minute washing our hands! We've had a lovely time.'

[²⁸⁹] Chapter Five AN UNPLEASANT WALK

[²⁹⁰] AFTER dinner the four children went upstairs to the boys' bedroom and spread out the bit of linen on a table there. There were words here and there, scrawled in rough printing. There was the sign of a compass, with E marked clearly for East. There were eight rough squares, and in one of them, right in the middle, was a cross. It was all very mysterious.

[²⁹¹] 'You know, I believe these words are Latin,' said Julian, trying to make them out. 'But I can't read them properly. And I expect if I could read them, I wouldn't know what they meant. I wish we knew someone who could read Latin like this.'

[²⁹²] 'Could your father, George?' asked Anne.

[²⁹³] 'I expect so,' said George. But nobody wanted to ask George's father. He might lake the curious old rag away. He might forget all about it, he might even burn it. Scientists were such queer people.

[²⁹⁴] 'What about Mr. Roland?' said Dick. 'He's a tutor. He knows Latin.'

[²⁹⁵] 'We won't ask him till we know a bit more about him,' said Julian, cautiously. 'He seems quite jolly and nice -but you never know. Oh, blow - I wish we could make this out, I really do.'

[²⁹⁶] 'There are two words at the top,' said Dick, and he tried to spell them out. 'VIA OCCULTA.'

'What do you think they could mean, Julian?'

[²⁹⁷] 'Well - the only thing I can think of that they can mean is - Secret Way, or something like that,' said Julian, screwing up his forehead into a frown.

[²⁹⁸] 'Secret Way!' said Anne, her eyes shining. 'Oh, I hope it's that! Secret Way! How exciting. What sort of secret way would it be, Julian?'

[²⁹⁹] 'How do I know, Anne, silly?' said Julian. 'I don't even know that the words are meant to mean "Secret Way". It's really a guess on my part.'

[³⁰⁰] 'If they did mean that - the linen might have directions to find the Secret Way, whatever it is,' said Dick. 'Oh Julian - isn't it exasperating that we can't read it? Do, do try. You know more Latin than I do.'

[³⁰¹] 'It's so hard to read the funny old letters,' said Julian, trying again. 'No - it's no good at all. I can't make them out.'

[³⁰²] Steps came up the stairs, and the door opened. Mr. Roland looked in.

[³⁰³] 'Hallo, hallo!' he said. 'I wondered where you all were. What about a walk over the cliffs?'

[³⁰⁴] 'We'll come,' said Julian, rolling up the old rag.

[³⁰⁵] 'What have you got there? Anything interesting?' asked Mr. Roland.

[³⁰⁶] 'It's a -' began Anne, and at once all the others began to talk, afraid that Anne was going to give the secret away.

[³⁰⁷] 'It's a wonderful afternoon for a walk.'

[³⁰⁸] 'Come on, let's get our things on!'

[³⁰⁹] 'Tim, Tim, where are you?' George gave a piercing whistle. Tim was under the bed and came bounding out. Anne went red as she guessed why all the others had interrupted her so quickly.

[³¹⁰] 'Idiot,' said Julian, under his breath. 'Baby.'

[³¹¹] Fortunately Mr. Roland said no more about the piece of linen he had seen Julian rolling up. He was looking at Tim.

[³¹²] 'I suppose he must come,' he said. George stared at him in indignation.

[³¹³] 'Of