"He began asking me questions a few days ago, and I know
he put Grice's lad on to find out which way we went last Saturday
week, but that don't amount to anything. He was dead drunk for
three days afterwards."
Sir Henry nodded.
"I'm not very frightened of Ben Oates, Jimmy," he confided, as he
threw open the door of a large cabinet which stood against the
further wall. "No strangers about, eh?"
"Not a sign of one, sir."
Sir Henry glanced towards the door and listened.
"Shall I just give the key a turn, sir?" his visitor asked.
"I don't think it is necessary," Sir Henry replied. "They've all
gone up to change. Now listen to me, Jimmy."
He leaned forward and touched a spring. The false back of the
cabinet, with its little array of flies, spinners, fishing hooks
and tackle, slowly rolled back. Before them stood a huge chart,
wonderfully executed in red, white and yellow.
"That's a marvellous piece of work, sir," the fisherman observed
admiringly.
"Best thing I ever did in my life," Sir Henry agreed. "Now see
here, Jimmy. We'll sail out tomorrow, or take the motor boat,
according to the wind. We'll enter Langley Shallows there and pass
Dead Man's Rock on the left side of the waterway, and keep straight
on until we get Budden Wood on the church tower. You follow me?"
"Aye, aye, sir!"
"We make for the headland from there.
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