He raised a pair of field-glasses and focused them.
"Yes, the gate's there," he said. "Do you see that man?"
Homo took the glasses and looked.
"Looks like a watcher," he said, "and if it is your friend's place the gate will be locked and barred. Why don't you get a warrant?"
Beale shook his head.
"He'd get wind of it and be gone. No, our way in is over the wall. The 'hobo' said there's a garden door somewhere."
They left the car and walked down the hill and presently came to a corner of the high wall which surrounded Deans Folly.
Beale passed on ahead.
"Here's the door," he said.