“I’m Labar. Not altogether. We haven’t got our fingers on the man we really want yet. Do you know whether the men from Lydd have got to this part of the coast yet?”

“They should have linked up before now, but I don’t know. It’s a long way and rough going.”

“Where are your lads?” demanded Labar turning to Moreland.

“Two or three of them still searching the house. The rest are outside knocking around.”

“Send some of them with a guide down to the shore. You and I and Bill, with a couple more will slip along the tunnel in case they’ve doubled back. I’d be grateful to you, sir”⁠—he addressed the Chief Constable⁠—“if you would go down to the shore, too. If any of our birds have been met there will be a fight going on about now.”