I'll keep my eye on Uncle Robert." He was near to the cottage.

Only a rail separated its garden from the meadow.

Beyond the garden a window stood open and within the room he saw the flutter of a lilac dress.
From the window of the library Mr.Hazlewood watched his son open the garden gate.

Then he unlocked a drawer of his writing-table and took out a large sealed envelope.

He broke the seal and drew from the envelope a sheaf of press cuttings.