There was a time when, under such conditions, I should have begun by hunting in all the unlikely places I could think of. Now I know better. I go straight to the corner of the orchard room. Then I call to Jonathan, just to relieve his mind.
“All right! I’ve found it.”
“Where?”
“Here, in the orchard room.”
“Where in the orchard room?”
“In the corner.”
“What corner?”
“The usual corner—back of the chest.”
“The devil!” Then he comes back to put his head in at the door. “What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing. What are you talking about the devil for? Anyway, it isn’t the devil; it’s the brownie.”