Gillingham, under your very nose; the right window too, you were kind enough to say. And the keys⁠—yes, that was clever of you, but I think I was cleverer. I deceived you over the keys,

Mr.

Gillingham, as I learnt when I took the liberty of listening to a conversation on the bowling-green between you and your friend Beverley. Where was I? Ah, you must have a look for that secret passage,

Mr.

Gillingham.