They pushed open the farm gate, passed across the yard and knocked on the house door.
Near Mary was a large barn with a heavy door, now ajar.

Hamlet sat gazing pensively at a flock of geese, his tongue out, panting contentedly.
"Wait here one minute, Mary," said Miss Jones.

"I won't stay." Miss Jones disappeared.

Mary, still under the strange sense that it was not she, but another, who did these things, moved back to the barn, calling softly to Hamlet.

He followed her, sniffing a rat somewhere.
Very quickly she pulled back the door; he, still investigating his rat, followed into the dark excitements of the barn.