“Good. There’s nobody about just now, which is all the better, as we must not be seen together. I have shown you the window?”
“Yes, yer have.”
“At that end of the church there is a clump of yew trees—you can easily conceal yourself in those.”
“I’ll go at once then.”
“No, not now; all is not ready at present. Wait patiently. I am merely explaining what you are to do, because if we don’t pull this off this time we shan’t have another chance; so we must be careful not to make a muddle of it. I shall have to go round to the clerk’s house I expect, for he doesn’t seem to be here. What I want you to do is this: go out yonder into that lane, watch, and wait there till you see me and the clerk enter the church.”
“Yes.”
“But don’t be seen yourself if you can help it.”
“All right—drive on.”
“When you see us enter the church together, creep down from the lane where you have been stationed, and conceal yourself in the clump of yew trees; then keep your eye fixed on that little window.”
“Yes, and what then?”