I judged they were looking for me, and I wished them joy of their quest.
But I saw something else more interesting.

The house stood almost on the summit of a swell of moorland which crowned a sort of plateau, and there was no higher point nearer than the big hills six miles off.

The actual summit, as I have mentioned, was a biggish clump of trees--firs mostly, with a few ashes and beeches.

On the dovecot I was almost on a level with the tree-tops, and could see what lay beyond.

The wood was not solid, but only a ring, and inside was an oval of green turf, for all the world like a big cricket-field.
I didn't take long to guess what it was.