About five miles away was a small town. Harry decided that he would stay there overnight. In the meantime, however, it would not be wise to attract too much attention.
* * *
It was late in the afternoon. Harry drove the car up the road, and found an entrance to a field that appeared to be deserted. He ran the car under a tree, and opened a package that contained some sandwiches, and a bottle of ginger ale.
After he had finished his repast, he walked to the road. No one could be seen in the gathering dusk.
Returning, Harry opened the back of the coupe, and revealed a compact wireless sending set. It was a regular equipment which he carried on all his expeditions. He was familiar with its operation.
He arranged an aerial between two trees, but did not make the final connections. His last act was to lock the back of the car. No prowler in the darkness would be able to discover anything unusual.
Hurrying along the road, Harry soon reached the farmhouse that he had previously passed. It would soon be too dark for observation; he knew that he must work quickly. This was an advantageous time of day — light enough to see one’s surroundings, yet dark enough to evade detection.
Harry cut in through the trees near the farmhouse, and walked up the slope. A minute later he was at the top of the little hill.
The stone wall was evidently a dividing line between the estate of Blair Windsor, and the farmhouse ground.
The top of the hill was bare, save for a few scattered, shrubby trees. The sun had set, but it was lighter up here than below; so Harry lay close to the wall as he considered his surroundings.