As Sweetwater reached the head of the driveway, he saw the first of a long file of carriages approaching up the street.
"Lucky that my business takes me to the stable," thought he.

"What is the coachman's name?
I ought to remember it.

Ah--Zadok! Zadok Brown.

There's a combination for you!" He had reached this point in his soliloquy (a bad habit of his, for it sometimes took audible expression) when he ran against another policeman set to guard the side door.

A moment's parley, and he left this man behind; but not before he had noted this door and the wide and hospitable verandah which separated it from the driveway.
"I am willing to go all odds that I shall find that verandah the most interesting part of the house," he remarked, in quiet conviction, to himself, as he noted its nearness to the stable and the ease with which one could step from it into a vehicle passing down the driveway.
It had another point of interest, or, rather the wing had to which it was attached.