Hiding-Places

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. She and Margery and I had been sitting on the wide stone wall that runs above the South Farms lower mowing. It IS a very old wall, with its orig inal central portion buttressed and widened by the stone ploughed out of the adjoining fields. Sitting on one side of it, with the girls on the other, while we were chatting I had carelessly pried up a broad flat stone that lay in the middle, between us three. Then, almost grown man as I was, my heart began to beat wildly, I panted for breath, and I felt my eyes straining at my find. For there, in a little cavity carefully made beneath the stone, lay the Flat Oblong Box.