If ever he happens to speak of it, he calls it his workshop." "But he is not alone there ?" Granet asked.
"Oh, no! There are two or three men from London, and an American, working with him.

Then do you see the corner of the garden there ?" She pointed to a long barn or boathouse almost upon the beach.

Before the door two sentries were standing.

Even from where they sat they could hear the faint whirr of a dynamo.
"There are twenty men at work in there," she said.

"They all sleep in the barn or the potting sheds.