There are the ashes of the burned wood-pile, and besides the charred organic remains, you are able to secure several discoloured metal discs. And there is no doubt that they were trouser buttons. One of them is marked with the name of ‘Hyams,’ who was Oldacre’s tailor.
Lawn
Lawn
You work the lawn very carefully for signs and traces, but this drought has made everything as hard as iron. Nothing is to be seen save that some body or bundle had been dragged through a low privet hedge which is in a line with the wood-pile. You crawl about the lawn with an August sun on your back, but you get up at the end of an hour no wiser than before.
