We needn't trouble ourselves about an ugly old house and a
wheen impident lodge-keepers."

"To-morrow I'm going to get inside the place. Don't come unless you
like, but it's no use arguing with me. My mind is made up."

Heritage cleared a space on the table and spread out a section of a
large-scale Ordnance map.

"I must clear my head about the topography, the same as if this were
a battle-ground. Look here, Dogson.... The road past the inn that
we went by to-night runs north and south." He tore a page from a
note-book and proceeded to make a rough sketch.... "One end we know
abuts on the Laver glen, and the other stops at the South Lodge.
Inside the wall which follows the road is a long belt of plantation-
-mostly beeches and ash--then to the west a kind of park, and beyond
that the lawns of the house. Strips of plantation with avenues
between follow the north and south sides of the park. On the sea
side of the House are the stables and what looks like a walled
garden, and beyond them what seems to be open ground with an old
dovecot marked, and the ruins of Huntingtower keep. Beyond that
there is more open ground, till you come to the cliffs of the cape.
Have you got that?...It looks possible from the contouring to get
on to the sea cliffs by following the Laver, for all that side is
broken up into ravines....But look at the other side--the Garple glen.
It's evidently a deep-cut gully, and at the bottom it opens out into
a little harbour. There's deep water there, you observe. Now the
House on the south side--the Garple side--is built fairly close to
the edge of the cliffs. Is that all clear in your head? We can't
reconnoitre unless we've got a working notion of the lie of the land."