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W by knotted sheets. Mark walked home with Hacking after school,<br />
<br />
to give his final instructions for the following<br />
day. "I'm telling you now," he said, "because we oughtn't to be<br />
<br />
seen together at all to-morrow, in case of arousing suspicion. You must<br />
get hold of Pomeroy and tell him to run to the corner<br />
of the road at half-past-five, and jump straight<br />
<br />
into the fly<br />
<br />
that'll be waiting there with you inside."<br />
"But where will you be?" "I shall be waiting outside the ticket ba <img src="cid:1274014076sourer"> rrier with the tickets." "Supposing he won't?" "I'll<br />
risk seeing him<br />
once more. Go and ask if you can speak to him a minute, and tell him to come out in the garden presently. Say you've<br />
knocked a ball over or something and will Master Cyril throw<br />
<br />
it back. I say,<br />
we might really put a message inside a ball and throw it over. That was the way the Duc de Beaufort escaped in _Twenty Years After_." Hacking looked blankly at Mark. "But it's dark and wet," he objected. "I shouldn't knock a ball over on a wet evening like this." "Well, the skivvy won't think of that, and Pomeroy will guess that we're trying to communicate
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