Short Stories (story)
49101 You know the lie of the land best.
49102 Creep forward quietly and see what they are doing - but for Heaven's sake don't let them know that they are watched!'
49103 I tip-toed down the path and stooped behind the low wall which surrounded the stunted orchard.
49104 Creeping in its shadow, I reached a point whence I could look straight through the uncurtained window.
49105 There were only two men in the room, Sir Henry and Stapleton.
49106 They sat with their profiles towards me on either side of the round table.
49107 Both of them were smoking cigars, and coffee and wine were in front of them.
49108 Stapleton was talking with animation, but the Baronet looked pale and distrait.
49109 Perhaps the thought of that lonely walk across the ill-omened moor was weighing heavily upon his mind.
49110 As I watched them Stapleton rose and left the room, while Sir Henry filled his glass again and leaned back in his chair, puffing at his cigar.
49111 I heard the creak of a door and the crisp sound of boots upon gravel.
49112 The steps passed along the path on the other side of the wall under which I crouched.
49113 Looking over, I saw the naturalist pause at the door of an out-house in the corner of the orchard.
49114 A key turned in a lock, and as he passed in there was a curious scuffling noise from within.
49115 He was only a minute or so inside, and then I heard the key turn once more, and he passed me and re-entered the house.
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