As in a drunken dream he mumbled: "Three canvas bags, piled-- ?" "Yes," answered Brice busily, as he clamped shut a long French window leading out onto the veranda, and at the same time tried to keep Bobby Burns from getting too much in his way.
"Three of them.

I gather that Hade had taken them up to the path in his yacht's gaudy little motorboat and carried them to the tunnel.

I suppose you have some sort of runway or hand car or something in the tunnel to make the transportation easier than lugging the stuff along the whole length of stumbly path, besides being safer from view.

I suppose, too, he had taken the stuff there and then came ahead, with his mocking-bird signal, for you to go through the tunnel with him from the kiosk, and bring them to the enclosure.

Probably that's why I was locked into my room.