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the hillside as if it had grown there. The cottage was set back into a V-shaped notch where the canyon came to an abrupt end, and the ground in front of it was littered with rocks of different sizes that had fallen from the cliffs over the years. On either side, steep faces of rock rose up to the point where the hillside began again. If this was where Amyus Crowe was hiding, Sherlock approved of his choice. The only approach to the cottage was uphill, and from the front. To either side and at the back there was a sheer face of rock. Anyone trying to climb down it would be risking their life.

The boy leading the way stopped within sight of the cottage windows. He stood there, with Sherlock, Rufus and Matty clustered behind him, until one of the windows opened and closed again. A signal that it was safe to approach. Sherlock suddenly had a picture flash into his mind of Amyus Crowe sitting in the cottage with a large gun in his hand, pointed out of the window. If someone had approached the cottage without stopping to be identified or being signalled to continue, Sherlock had no doubt that he would open fire.

The boy turned round and said, ‘The big man says it’s all right to go in.’

‘Thank you,’ Sherlock said. On an impulse he delved in his pocket and took out a half-shilling. ‘We appreciate the help,’ he added, holding the coin out.

The boy looked at it wistfully. ‘The big man pays us well enough,’ he said, keeping his hands by his sides. ‘He says that anyone who takes coins from two masters can’t be trusted by either one of them.’

Sherlock nodded and pulled his hand back. ‘Good advice,’ he said.

The boy walked off downhill, whistling.

‘What now?’ Matty asked.

‘Now we find out what all this is about,’ Sherlock said as he set off towards the cottage.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Those last few yards were perhaps the hardest that Sherlock had ever walked. He didn’t know what kind of reception he was going to get – whether Amyus Crowe was going to be pleased to see him or not, he didn’t know if Virginia was going to be there or whether she had been hidden somewhere else, and most of all he didn’t know whether Mr Crowe and Virginia were ever going to return to Farnham or whether this was just a temporary pause before they left the country. He didn’t have enough evidence on which to base a deduction, and that made him uncomfortable.

He reached the door, heart pounding. It was closed. He knocked.

‘Come on in,’ a familiar voice called.

Sherlock pushed the door open and led the way in. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adapt to the darkness inside – a deliberate ploy on Crowe’s part, he assumed. When he could see properly, he realized that Amyus Crowe was standing on the far side of the room. He was wearing a dark suit and holding a gun.

‘Well done,’ Crowe said. ‘You solved the riddles. Ah thought you would.’

‘It wasn’t hard,’ Sherlock said, shrugging.

‘Not for you, perhaps.’ Crowe switched his gaze to Sherlock’s companions. ‘Young Master Arnatt, welcome to mah temporary accommodation. And Mr Stone as well – make yourselves at home, all of you. Ah’ll stay within sight of the window if you don’t mind. Ah’m not expecting any more guests, but a man can never tell when visitors might arrive. Can I offer you a drink – some water, perhaps?’

‘After that walk,’ Rufus Stone said, ‘a drink would be most welcome. I don’t suppose you have any beer? Or cider, perhaps? A flagon of cider would go down very well just at the moment.’

Crowe smiled. ‘Ah might be able to find somethin’ of that kind around.’ He raised his voice. ‘Virginia, you can come out now. We have guests.’

A door behind Crowe opened and Virginia slipped into the room. Her hair seemed to glow like fire in the relative darkness. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, uncharacteristically shy, but she raised them after a few seconds and looked at Sherlock.

And then she was racing across the floor towards him, and her arms were around his neck, and she was kissing him. He’d dreamed about what kissing her would be like, but the reality was so much more than he had ever imagined.