Dr.West, however, did nothing of the sort; or if he did do it, it was in strict privacy.
Jan sat one day astride on the counter in his frequent abiding-place, the surgery.

Jan had got a brass vessel before him, and was mixing certain powders in it, preparatory to some experiment in chemistry, Master Cheese performing the part of looker-on, his elbows, as usual, on the counter.
"I say, we had such a start here this morning," began young Cheese, as if the recollection had suddenly occurred to him.

"It was while you had gone your round." "What start was that ?" "Some fellow came here, and--I say, Jan," broke off young Cheese, "did you ever know that room had got a second entrance to it ?" He pointed to the door of the back room--a room which was used exclusively by Dr.West.He had been known to see patients there on rare occasions, but neither Jan nor young Cheese was ever admitted into it.
It opened with a latch-key only.
"There is another door leading into it from the garden," replied Jan.
"It's never opened.

It has got all those lean-to boards piled against it." "Is it never opened, then ?" retorted Master Cheese.

"You just hear.