I fixed it slightly open, so as to let me hear, and so arranged the odds and ends round about it that no one looking from the floor of the outhouse would guess at its existence.

It occurred to me that the conspirators would want seats, so I placed two cases at the edge of the heap, that they might not be tempted to forage in the interior.
This done, I went back to the store and proceeded to rig myself out for my part.

The cellar had made me pretty dirty, and I added some new daubs to my face.

My hair had grown longish, and I ran my hands through it till it stood up like a cockatoo's crest.

Then I cunningly disposed the methylated spirits in the places most likely to smell.