They passed close to the walls of the garden, and very soon they were perceptibly nearer the quaintly-situated workshop.

Granet paused for a moment from his labours.
"The Hall is dark enough," he muttered.

"Listen!" They heard the regular pacing of a sentinel in the drive.

Nearer to them, on the top of the wall, they fancied that they heard the clash of a bayonet.

Granet dropped his voice to the barest whisper.
"We are close there now.