With this in my right hand, and the dispatch-box under my left arm I proceeded on my way.
I walked warily, and when I had turned into the lane which passed the entrance to Braster Grange I walked in the middle of it instead of skirting the wall which enclosed the grounds.

I passed the entrance gates, and had only about twenty yards farther to go before I emerged upon the open marshland.

Here the darkness was almost impenetrable, for the lane narrowed.

The hedge on the left was ten or twelve feet high, and on the right were two long barns.

I clasped my stick tightly, and walked almost stealthily.