So that I could not take Mistress Crane's sixpence, and hoped the throwing of it away would stand somewhat to my favour when all was reckoned up.
I had not been an hour at work that morning, when in comes John Wolfe with hungry maw, and demands to search the house.

Which my master craftily tried to put him off; thereby making John the more sure that he was on a right scent.

At last Master Walgrave yielded and bade him take his will.

So after overlooking the usual room, and finding naught there disorderly, he walks me with a smack of his lips to where the reams stood piled on the secret door.

And with great labour and puffing he and his men set-to to move them, with no help from us.