The stable was in the rear.

Built, evidently, at a later date than the house, the building was in better repair.

The walls, so hidden without by the roses, were well sided; the floors were well laid.

The big, sliding, main door opened on the drive in front; between it and the corner, to the west, was a small door; and in the western end, a window.
Looking curiously from this window, Conrad Lagrange uttered an exclamation, and hurried abruptly from the building.

The artist followed.
From the end of the barn, and extending, the full width of the building, to the west line of the yard, was a rose garden--such a garden as Aaron King had never seen.