“Oh, yes, easy enough,” said the lad. “Is the enemy quite gone?”
“Yes, right away, and well satisfied. They won’t come again.”
“Why do you speak like that?” said Godfrey, sharply. “It sounded as if you were afraid that somebody else would come.”
“Well,” said Waller slowly, “I am not quite satisfied about our fat-headed constable. He’s very suspicious, and wanted to search the roof. But I managed to put a stop to that, for if they had got up here you must have been found.”
“Yes,” said Godfrey, as, after following his companion back through the ivy, he seated himself, away from the window, in the den, where Waller related to him the history of the raising of the ladder.
“That man believes I am here, and will come again. It is quite time you got me away. It was he who came prowling round the house last night, and not your gardener—a big, heavy man, not like Hanson at all.”
“Yes, you are right,” said Waller; “and he must have seen you in the lane and gone and sought out the soldiers at once.”