If I'm right in thinking that tunnel leads to the secret orchard enclosure, back of your house, then I fancy Standish may be visited during the next half hour.

And, unless I'm mistaken, I heard more than one set of bare feet scurrying down that tunnel just now.

Our friend with the bashed-in face was apparently the last of several men to slip into the tunnel, and we happened along as he was doing it.

If he recognized you and saw you had a man as an escort, he must know we're bound for your house.

And he and the rest are likely to hurry to get there ahead of us.
That's why I've been walking you off your feet, in spite of the darkness, ever since we left him." "I--I only saw him for the tiniest part of a second," said Claire, glancing nervously through the darkness behind her.
"And yet I'm almost sure he was a Caesar.