We quarrelled - quarrelled bitterly,’ said the boy, tears in his eyes again.
‘And when twins quarrel, really quarrel, it’s worse than any quarrel there is!
We hated one another then - we really did! We wouldn’t be with one another, we
wouldn’t eat together, or dig together, or sleep together. We’ve often
quarrelled before, but not like this - not like this! I just pretended that he
didn’t exist - and he did the same with me!’
‘What
a to-do!’ said Julian, astonished and worried. ‘Well now - what’s happened to
make you so upset? Tell me!’
‘Guy
wanted to be friends with me again last night,’ said the boy. ‘And I wouldn’t.
I hit him and walked away. Then this morning I was sorry and went to find him
and be friends - and - and...’
He
stopped and howled again. Everyone felt very sad and uncomfortable. ‘Go on,
tell us,’ said Julian, gently.
 ‘I fell down in the
trench and hurt my leg - and by the time I dragged myself up, Guy had gone -
and so had everyone else!’
He
turned away and wept again. ‘I’ll never forgive myself, never! If I’d made
friends last night I could have helped him - and I didn’t!’
Chapter
Fifteen
WELL
DONE, GEORGE!
It
was Anne who comforted the boy. She went to him and pulled him down on a stone
beside her. ‘Let me look at your leg,’ she said. ‘It’s pretty bad, isn’t it?
Look, I’ll bind it up for you. Don’t be so upset - we’ll help you. I think we
know what’s happened, don’t we Julian?’
The
boy looked at Anne gratefully, and sniffed hard. When she offered him her
handkerchief, he took it and wiped his face.  He must have fallen right into the
trench in his fright at seeing his brother fighting and being taken away.
‘How
do you know what’s happened?’ he said to Julian. ‘Can you get Guy back? Do say
you can! I’ll never forgive myself for this. My twin-brother - and I wasn’t
there to fight by his side when he needed me!’
‘Now
don’t soak my hanky all over again!’ said Anne. He gave her a forlorn little
smile and turned to Julian again.
‘My
name’s Harry Lawdler, and Guy and I are mad on old camps and buildings and
things. We spend almost all our holidays together, digging and finding all
kinds of things, like these.’ He nodded his head towards the little shelf of
relics that the four had seen before.
‘Yes
- Guy told us,’ said Dick. ‘But he never said a word about you. We were often
very puzzled - we thought you and he were one boy - not two, you see - and we
couldn’t understand a lot of things you both said. You’re so very, very alike.’
‘Well
- I tell you, we each pretended that the other didn’t even exist,’ said Harry.
‘We’re like that. We love each other best in the world, and we hate each other
worse - when we quarrel. We’re simply horrible then!’
‘Can
you tell us a bit about the people that Guy was fighting?’ asked Dick.
‘Yes.
They were some that came before, wanting Guy to clear out while they had a look
round,’ said Harry, wiping his face again. ‘Guy was pretty rude to them. In
fact I heard him say that if they messed about his camp he would throw stones
at them - he’s like that, you know, very fierce, when he’s roused.’
‘And
you think these were the same people?’ said Dick. ‘Which way did they go with
Guy?’
‘That
way,’ said Harry, pointing. ‘I’ve hunted the whole camp round, but they’re gone
- disappeared into thin air! It’s extraordinary!’
‘Let’s
have a hunt round,’ said Julian. ‘We might find something. But I imagine that
the searchers have taken Guy off with them because he knew too much - perhaps
they found here what they were looking for, and saw Guy watching.’
‘Oh!
Then we’re too late!’ said George, in deep disappointment. ‘They’ve got what
they want - and they’ll disappear now and never be caught. I expect by now they
are speeding away in a fast car - and have taken Guy with them to make sure he
doesn’t talk before they’re safely in another country!’
‘Oh
no!’ cried Harry. ‘He’s not kidnapped, is he? Don’t say that!’
‘Come
on - let’s have a hunt,’ said Julian, and they all made their way among the
various trenches and pits, looking for they hardly knew what.
They
gave it up after a while. There were too many slabs and stones of all sizes!
Besides, what good would it be even if they found the right one? The birds had
flown - presumably with what they had come for! In fact, if Guy hadn’t come
along and seen the searchers, nobody would even have known that they had been
in the camp and made a successful search!
‘It’s
no good,’ said Julian, at last. ‘This is too big a place to know where to look
for anything that might help us. Let’s go back to the gorse-bush and collect
our things, return to Kirrin and go to the police. It’s the only sensible thing
left to do!’
‘Come
along, Harry,’ said Anne, to the miserable twin. He was so full of remorse that
her handkerchief was now soaked for the third time! ‘You’d better come with us
and tell all you know.’
‘I’ll
come,’ said Harry. ‘I’ll do anything to get Guy back. I’ll never quarrel with
him again. Never. To think that...’
‘Now
don’t go all through that again,’ said Anne. ‘Look, you’re upsetting Timmy so
much that his tail is down all the time!’
Harry
gave another forlorn little smile. They all left the camp and made their way
back to the gorse-bush. It was only when they got there, and began pulling out
the tins of food, as well as the rug and other things, that they realized how
extremely hungry they were!
‘We’ve
had no breakfast. We’ve been up for ages, and it’s very late. I’m simply
starving!’ said George.
‘Well,
if we finish up all the food, we shan’t have to carry the tins!’ said Dick.
‘Let’s have a meal. Ten minutes more here can’t make much difference.’
They
were thankful not to have to sit under the gorse-bush again. They sat outside
in the sun, and discussed everything.
‘I
believe when Timmy began to growl and growl about six o’clock this morning, it
was because he could hear those people coming quietly by to go to search the
camp,’ said George.
‘I
think you’re right,’ said Julian. ‘I bet they searched the camp well - till Guy
woke and came on the scene and fought like fury. It’s a pity I didn’t squeeze
out from under the bush and follow them, when Timmy growled.’
‘Anyone
want a drink?’ said George. ‘I’ll go and fetch some water from the spring.
Where’s the pineapple tin?’
Anne
passed it to her. George got up and took the little rabbit-path that led to the
spring. She could hear it gurgling and bubbling as she came near - a very
pleasant noise.
‘Water
always sounds nice,’ said George to herself. ‘I love the sound of water.’
Water!
Now why did that ring a bell in her mind just then? Who had been talking about
water? Oh - Dick and Julian, of course, when they had come back from the old
cottage last night. They had told Anne and herself about the word on the plan -
the word that might have been WATER, not WADER.
‘I
wonder which it was,’ said George to herself as she idly held the pineapple tin
to the gurgling water. She gazed at the beautiful little spring, jutting up
from the stony slabs - and then another bell rang loudly in her mind.
‘Stone
slabs! Water! Why - I wonder - I just wonder - if one of these slabs is the
one! This one just here is about the right size!’
She
stared at it. It was set firmly in a high little bank at the back of the place
where the spring gurgled up and then ran into the clean stony channel. Did it
hide anything behind it?
George
suddenly dropped the tin and ran back to the others at full speed. ‘Julian!
Julian! I believe I’ve found the slab! It’s been staring us in the face the
whole time!’
Julian
was very startled. So were the others. They stared up at George in
astonishment.
 ‘Show me!’
Followed
by everyone, George ran back to the spring. She pointed to the white slab
behind the water. ‘There!’ she said. ‘That’s the right size, isn’t it? And it’s
beside WATER - just as it said in the plan you told us about - only the people
thought it was WADER.’
‘Gosh
- I wonder if you’re right, George,’ said Julian, excited. ‘You might be - you
never know. Sometimes springs come from underground passages - secret, hidden
ways into the earth.’
‘Let’s
try and move it,’ said Dick, his face red with sudden excitement. ‘It looks
pretty hefty to me.’
They
began to struggle with the stone, getting extremely wet as they splashed about
in the spring. But nobody minded that. This was too exciting for words. Harry
helped too, heaving and tugging. He was very strong indeed.
The
stone slab moved a little. It slid to one side and stuck. More tugging. More
pulling. More panting and puffing!
‘I
believe we’ll have to get help,’ said Julian at last. ‘It really is too heavy
and well-embedded.’
‘I’ll
go and get some of my tools,’ said Harry. ‘I’m used to heaving stones about
with them. We can easily move it if we have the right tools.’
He
flew off at top speed. The others sat down and mopped their streaming
foreheads.
‘Phew!’
said Julian. ‘What a job this is for a hot day! I’m glad Harry remembered his
tools. Just what we want!’
‘How
queer that he and Guy are twins!’ said George. ‘I never even thought of such a
thing!’
‘Well,
they behaved so idiotically,’ said Julian. ‘Always pretending there was just
one of them, and neither of them even mentioning the other. I wonder where Guy
has been taken to. I don’t think he’ll come to much harm - but it will be
worrying to his people.’
‘Here
comes Harry,’ said Anne, after a pause. ‘One of us ought to have gone with him
to help him. He’s brought dozens of tools!’
The
things he had fetched proved very useful indeed, especially a big jemmy-like
tool. The stone soon began to move when this was applied by Julian and Harry!
‘It’s
slipping - it’s coming away - look out, it will fall right down into the
spring!’ cried Dick. ‘Look out, you girls!’
The
stone was prised right out, and fell into the stony channel where the water
ran. The five children stared at the opening it left.
Julian
leaned forward and looked into it. ‘Yes - there’s a big hole behind,’ he said.
‘Let me shine my torch in.’
In
great excitement he flashed his torch into the opening. He turned round, his
face glowing.
‘Yes!
I think we’ve got it! There’s a tunnel behind, going down and down. It widens
out behind this hole!’
Everyone
was too thrilled for words. George gave Dick a punch, and Anne patted Timmy so
hard that he whined. Harry beamed round, all his woes forgotten.
‘Do
we go down now?’ asked Dick. ‘We’ll have to make the opening a bit wider. Earth
and roots have narrowed it very much. Let’s make it bigger.’
‘Then
we’ll explore it!’ said George, her eyes shining. ‘A secret tunnel only known
to us! Quick - let’s explore it!’
Chapter
Sixteen
THE
SECRET WAY
All
the children were so excited that they got into each other’s way. Julian pushed
them back.
‘Let’s
be sensible! We can’t all make the opening wider - let Harry and me get at it
with the tools - and we’ll soon make it bigger!’
It
took only a minute to hack away at the sides of the hole to make it big enough
for even Julian to climb through. He stood there panting, smiling broadly.
‘There
- it’s done! I’ll get in first. Everyone got torches? We shall need them! It’s
going to be dark in there!’
He
clambered up and into the hole. He had to crawl on hands and knees for a little
way, and then the hole suddenly went downwards and became considerably bigger.
Julian could walk in it, if he bent down, for at that point the tunnel was
about three feet high.
He
called back to the others. ‘Follow me! Take hold of each other’s coats or
jerseys and hang on. It’s as dark as pitch in here!’
George
followed after Julian, then Anne, then Dick, then Harry. Timmy went with
George, of course, pushing and shoving like all the rest. Everyone was excited,
and nobody could talk in a normal voice. They all shouted!
‘I’ll
give you a hand! One good shove and you’re in!’
‘I
say - isn’t it dark!’
‘What
a crawl! I feel like a fox going into its den!’
‘Timmy,
don’t butt me from behind like that! I can’t crawl any faster!’
‘Ah
- thank goodness I can stand up now! What size of rabbit do you think made this
burrow!’
‘It
was made by water at some time perhaps.  Hang on to my coat, Harry. Don’t get left behind.’
Julian,
bent almost double at times, walked carefully along the narrow tunnel, which
went steadily downwards. Soon it widened and became higher, and then it was easier
to walk in comfort.
‘Do
you suppose this is the right secret way?’ called George, after a time. ‘We
don’t seem to be getting anywhere.’
‘I
can’t tell. In fact we shan’t know till we find something hidden somewhere - if
we ever do!’
 Immediately
everyone bumped into the one in front, and there were shouts at once.
‘What’s
up, Ju?’
Julian’s
torch shone on to two pairs of bright, frightened eyes. He gave a laugh.
‘It’s
all right - just a couple of rabbits using our burrow! There are small holes
running out of the tunnel which, I imagine, are rabbit burrows. I bet we’re
giving the bunnies a shock!’
The
tunnel wound about a good deal, and then suddenly the rather soft ground they
were treading on turned to rock. The passage was now not so high, and the
children had to bend down again. It was most uncomfortable.
Julian
stopped once more. He had heard another sound. What was it?
‘Water!’
he said. ‘There must be an underground stream here! How thrilling! Everyone all
right?’
‘Yes!’
shouted those behind him. ‘Get on, Julian - let’s see the water!’
The
tunnel suddenly ended, and Julian found himself in a big cave with a fairly
high roof. Almost in the middle of it ran a stream - not a very big one, and
not a very fast one. It gurgled along in a small channel of rock, which it had
carved out for itself through hundreds of years.
Julian
shone his torch on it. The water looked very black and glittered in the light
of the torch. The others came one by one out of the tunnel and stared at the
underground stream. It looked rather mysterious, slipping through the cave,
gurgling quietly as it disappeared through a hole at one end,
‘Queer,’
said Dick.
‘It’s
not unusual, this,’ began Harry. ‘In some parts of the country round about
here, the ground below our feet is honeycombed with little streams.
Julian
was looking up round the cave. ‘Does our tunnel end here?’ he wondered. ‘Is the
where we have to look for whatever is hidden?’
‘We’ll
have a look round the cave and see if there are any exits,’ said Dick. Using
their torches the five separated, Timmy keeping close to George, not seeming in
the least surprised at this underground adventure.
‘I’ve
found another tunnel over here, leading out of the cave!’ called Dick. No
sooner had he said that than Anne called out too.
‘There’s
one here as well!’
‘Now
- which do we take?’ said Julian. ‘How annoying that there should be two!’
‘Would
the fellow - what’s his name - Paul - have marked the correct underground way
on his plan?’ said George. ‘I mean - I don’t see how he could possibly expect
either himself or anyone else to find what he had hidden, if there are numbers
of passages to choose from down here!’
‘You’re
right!’ said Julian. ‘Let’s look about and see if we can find anything to help
us.’
It
wasn’t long before Dick gave another shout. ‘It’s all right! This is the
passage to take, over here - the one I found just now. There’s an arrow drawn
in white chalk on the wall.’
Everyone
crowded over to Dick, stepping across the little stream as they did so. Dick
held his torch up and they all saw the white arrow, drawn roughly on the wall.
Julian
was pleased. ‘Good. That helps a lot! It shows we’re going the right way - and
that this is the secret way that Paul chose. Come on!’
They
entered the tunnel, left the little stream behind, and went on again. ‘Anyone
got any idea in which direction we’re going?’ called Dick. ‘East, west, north,
south?’
Harry
had a compass. He looked at it. ‘I think we’re going rather in the direction of
the old Roman camp,’ he said.
‘Ah
- that’s interesting,’ said Julian. ‘This tunnel was probably used in olden
times.’
‘Guy
and I have seen the plan of the camp as it probably used to be,’ said Harry.
‘And there are plenty of tunnels and caves and holes shown on it - just roughed
in, not a proper plan of them. Gosh - I never thought I’d be exploring one! My
father warned me not to, in case of roof-falls and things like that.’
The
tunnel suddenly forked into two. One passage was nice and wide, the other
narrow. Julian took the wide one, thinking that the other was really too narrow
to get through. Rut after a minute of two, he stopped, puzzled.
‘There’s
a blank wall of rock here - the tunnel’s ended! We’ll have to turn back! I
suppose we should have taken that very narrow opening.’
They
went back, Harry leading the way now. Timmy suddenly took it into his head that
he would like to lead, too, and made himself a real nuisance, pushing his way
between everyone’s legs!
They
came back to the fork. Harry shone his torch in at the second opening, the very
narrow one. There, clearly marked on the right hand wall, was a white arrow in
chalk!
‘We’re
idiots,’ said Dick. ‘We don’t even look for the sign-posts! Lead the way,
Julian!’
This
tunnel was very narrow indeed, and had rough, jutting rocky sides. There were
loud ‘Aahs!’ and ‘Oohs!’ as elbows and ankles were knocked against hard rock.

‘Can’t
go this way either!’ he said. ‘There’s a blank wall again - this is a blind
alley too!’
There
were cries of dismay at once.
‘Blow!
It can’t be!’
‘What’s
gone wrong! Look all round, Ju - flash your torch down at your feet and above
your head!’
Julian
shone his torch over his head, and gave an exclamation.

‘Yes!
And it’s pointing up, instead of forwards!’ called back Julian. ‘We’re still
all right - we’ve got to go upwards now - but how?’
George,
who was just behind him, shone her torch on the side-walls. ‘Look!’ she said.
‘We can easily get up to the hole. There are rough, natural steps up - made by
ledges of rock. Look, Julian!’
‘Yes,’
said Julian. ‘We can manage to get up quite easily, I think. George, you go
first - I’ll give you a boost up.’
George
was delighted to go first. She put her torch between her teeth, and began to
climb up the ledges, Julian pushing her as best he could. She came to the hole
and immediately saw that it would be quite easy to hoist herself through.
‘One
more boost and I’ll be through!’ she called to Julian. And with one last heave
George, was up, rolling on the floor of a small cave above! She called down in
excitement to the others.
‘I
believe this is the place where those things are hidden! I can see something on
a ledge. Oh, do buck up!’
The
others followed eagerly.  However, everyone was up at
last, even Timmy, who was the most difficult of all to heave through! He seemed
to have far too many vigorous legs!
Harry
found no difficulty at all. ‘I’m used to this kind of thing,’ he said. ‘Guy and
I have explored a whole lot of tunnels and caves in hills and other places.’
George
was pointing her torch at a broad ledge of rock. On it was a brown leather bag,
and beside it, marked on the rock, was a very large arrow indeed.
Julian
was overjoyed. He picked up the bag at once. ‘My word - I hope there’s
something in it!’ he said. ‘It feels jolly light - as if it’s empty!’
‘Open
it!’ cried everyone - but Julian couldn’t. It was locked - and alas, there
wasn’t a key!
Chapter
Seventeen
FULL
OF SURPRISES
‘Its
locked - we can’t open the bag,’ said Julian, and shook it vigorously as if
that might make it fly open and spill whatever contents it had!
‘We
don’t know if it’s got anything of value in it or not,’ said Dick, in deep
disappointment. ‘I mean - it might be some trick on that fellow Paul’s part -
he might have taken the blue-prints, or whatever they were he hid, for himself,
and left the bag just to trick the others.’
‘Can
we cut it open?’ asked George.
‘No.
I don’t think so. It’s made of really strong leather. We would need a special
knife to cut through it - an ordinary pen-knife wouldn’t be any use,’ said
Julian. ‘I think we’ll just have to assume that we’ve got the goods, and hope
for the best. If they’re not in here, it’s just bad luck. Someone else has got
them, if so.’
They
all looked at the tantalizing bag.
Now
they would have to wait for ages before they found out whether their efforts
had been successful or not!
‘Well
- what do we do now?’ said George, feeling suddenly flat. ‘Go back all through
that long tunnel once more? I’ll be glad to be in the open air again, won’t
you?’
‘Rather!’
said Julian.  ‘Look - what does all
this mean?’
She
shone her torch on to various signs on the wall.
Again
there were arrows drawn in white chalk - but, very oddly, a line of them ran
downwards across the wall of the little rocky room, right to the edge of the
hole - and another line of arrows pointing the other way, ran horizontally
across the wall!
‘Well
- do you suppose that’s just meant to muddle people?’ said Dick, puzzled. ‘We
know jolly well that the way out of this room is down that hole, because that’s
the way we came into it.’
‘Perhaps
the other line of arrows means that there’s a second way out,’ suggested
George. They all looked round the little rocky room. There didn’t seem any way
out at all.
‘Where’s
Timmy?’ said Anne, suddenly, flashing her torch round. ‘He’s not here! Has he
fallen down the hole? I never heard him yelp!’
At
once there was a great to-do. ‘Timmy, Timmy, Timmy! TIMMY! Where are you?’
George
whistled shrilly, and the noise echoed round and round the little room. Then,
from somewhere, there was a bark. How relieved everyone was.
‘Where
is he? Where did that bark come from?’ said Dick. ‘It didn’t sound as if it
came from below, down that hole!’
There
came another welcome bark, and the sound of Timmy’s feet. Then to everyone’s
amazement, he appeared in the little rocky room as if by magic - appearing
straight out of the wall, it seemed!
‘Timmy!
Where were you? Where have you come from!’ cried George, and ran to see. She
came to a standstill and exclaimed loudly.
‘Oh!
 Why, just behind this big jutting-out piece of rock,
there’s another passage!’
So
there was! A very, very narrow one, it is true - and completely hidden from the
children because of tlie enormous slab of rock that jutted out from the wall
and hid it! They stood and stared at it, shining their torches on the narrow
way. The arrows ran round the wall to it.
‘We
never even looked properly!’ said Dick. ‘Still - it’s a passage that would be
extremely dificult to spot - hidden round the corner of that rock - and very
narrow at that. Well, I do know one thing for certain about that man called
Paul!’
‘What?’
asked Anne.
‘He’s
thin - thin as a rake!’ said Dick. ‘No one but a skinny fellow could squeeze
through this opening! I doubt if you can, Julian - you’re the biggest of us.’
‘Well,
what about trying'?’ said George. ‘What does everyone say? This might be an
easier, shorter way out - or it might be a harder, longer one.’
‘It
won’t be longer,’ said Harry. ‘By my reckoning we must be pretty well near the
Camp now. It’s likely that the way leads straight there - though where it comes
out I can’t imagine. Guy and I have explored the Camp pretty thoroughly.’
Dick
suddenly thought of something he hid noticed at the Camp - the big hole behind
the slab of stone, where he had seen the baby rabbit a day or two before! What
had Guy said about that? He had said there was a great hole underground, which
had been explored - but that it was probably just an ancient storage place for
food or for loot! He turned eagerly to Harry.
‘Harry
- would this lead to that enormous hole underground - the one that Guy once
told me had been explored, but was of no interest - probably just an old store-place'?’
‘Let
me see,’ said Harry. ‘Yes - yes, it might lead to that. Most of these
underground ways are throughways - ways that lead from one place to another.
They don’t as a rule stop suddenly, but have usually been of use as secret
escape-routes or something of that kind. I think you may be right, Dick - we’re
fairly near the Camp, I’m sure, and we may quite well find that if we go on,
instead of going back, we shall come into the Camp itself - probably through
that great hole!’
‘Then
come on,’ said Julian. ‘It will certainly be a shorter way!’
They
tried to squeeze through the narrow opening that led out of the little rocky
room. Dick got through all right, and so did the others - but poor Julian found
it very very dificult and almost gave up.
‘You
shouldn’t eat so much,’ said Dick, unkindly. ‘Go on - one more try, Ju - I’ll
haul on your arm at the same time!’
Julian
got through, groaning. ‘I’m squashed flat!’ he said. ‘Now, if anyone makes any
more jokes about too much breakfast, I’ll pull his nose!’
The
passage grew wider immediately, and everyone was thankful. It ran fairly
straight, and then went steeply downwards, so that the five slithered about,
and Timmy found himself suddenly running. Then it came to a stop - a complete
stop! This time it was not a blank wall of rock that faced them - it was
something else.
‘A
roof-fall!’ groaned Dick. ‘Look at that! Now we’re done!’
It
certainly looked most formidable. Earth, rocks and stones had fallen from the
roof and blocked up the whole passage-way. There was no use in going on - they
would just have to turn and go back!
‘Blow
it!’ said Dick, and kicked at the mass of earth. ‘Well - there’s no use staying
here - we’d better turn back. My torch isn’t too good now, and neither is
yours, George. We don’t want to lose any time - if our torches give out, we
shall find things very difficult.’
They
turned to go back, feeling very despondent. ‘Come on, Timmy!’ said George. But
Timmy didn’t come. He stood beside the roof-fall, looking very puzzled, his ears
cocked and his head on one side. Then he suddenly gave a sharp bark.
It
made everyone jump almost out of their skins, for the sound echoed round and
about in a very queer way.
‘Don’t,
Timmy!’ said George, almost angrily. ‘Whatever’s the matter? Come along!’
But
Timmy didn’t come. He began to paw at the pile of earth and rocks in front of
him, and barked without stopping. Wuff-wuff-wuff-wuff-wuff-WUFF!
‘What’s
up?’ said Julian, startled. ‘Timmy, what on earth’s the matter?’
Timmy
took absolutely no notice, but went on feverishly scraping at the roof-fall,
sending earth and stones flying all over the others.
‘There’s
something he wants to get at - something behind this roof-fall,’ said Dick. ‘Or
perhaps somebody - make him stop barking, George, and we’ll listen ourselves
and see if we can hear anything.’
George
silenced Timmy with difficulty, and made him stand quiet and still. Then they
all listened intently - and a sound came at once to their ears.
‘Yap-yap-wuff-wuff-wuff!’
‘It’s
Jet!’ yelled Harry, making everyone jump violently again. ‘Jet! Then Guy must
be with him. He never leaves Guy! What’s Guy doing here? He may be hurt. GUY!
GUY! Jet!’
Timmy
began to bark wildly again and to scrape more furiously than ever. Julian
shouted to the others above the barking.
‘If
we can hear Jet barking, this roof-fall can’t be very big. We’d better try and
get through it. Two of us can work in turn with Timmy. We can’t all work at
once, the passage is too narrow.’
Then
began some very hard work - but it didn’t last as long as Julian feared,
because, quite suddenly, the mass of rubble and rock shifted as they worked,
and a gap appeared at the top of the heap, between it and the roof.
Dick
began to scramble up, but Julian called to him at once. ‘Be careful, ass! The
roof can’t be too good here - it may come down again, and you’ll be buried. Go
carefully!’
But
before Dick could go any further, a little figure appeared on the top of the
rubble above their heads, and slid down to them yapping loudly, and waving a long
wiry tail!
‘Jet!
Oh, Jet! Where’s Guy?’ cried Harry, as the little dog leapt into his arms and
licked his face lavishly, barking joyfully in between the licks.
‘GUY!’
yelled Julian. ‘Are you there?’
A
weak voice came back. ‘Yes! Who’s that?’ An absolute volley of voices anwered
him.
‘It’s
us! And Harry! We’re coming to you, we shan’t be long!’
And
it wasn’t long, either, before the roof-fall was slowly and carefully climbed
by each one - though Timmy, of course, scrambled up, over and down at top speed!
On
the other side of the roof-fall was a passage, of course, the continuation of
the one the children had come along. Guy was there, sitting down, looking very
pale. Jet flung himself on him and licked him as if he hadn’t seen him for a
month, instead of just a minute or two before!
‘Hallo!’
said Guy, in a small voice. ‘I’m all right. It’s just my ankle, that’s all. I’m
jolly glad to...’
But
before he could say a word more, Harry was beside him, his arms round him, his
voice choking.
‘Guy!
Oh, Guy! I’ve been a beast, I wouldn’t be friends! What happened to you? Are
you really all right? Oh Guy, we are friends again, aren’t we?’
‘Look
out Harry, old son,’ said Julian gently. ‘He’s fainted. Now just let’s be
sensible and everything will come all right. Flap your hanky at him, Dick, and
give him a little air. It’s only the excitement!’
In
half a minute Guy opened his eyes and smiled weakly. ‘Sorry!’ he said. ‘I’m all
right now. I only hope this isn’t a dream, and that you really are here!’
‘You
bet we are!’ said Dick. ‘Have a bit of chocolate, then you’ll know we’re real!’
‘Good
idea!’ said Julian. ‘We’ll all have some - and I’ve some biscuits in my pocket
too. We’ll eat and talk - and we’ll make plans at the same time. Catch, Guy -
here’s a biscuit!’
Chapter
Eighteen
THE
WAY OUT
Guy
soon told his story. It was much as the others had imagined.
‘I
was fast asleep this morning, with Jet curled up to me,’ he said. ‘He began to
bark and I wondered why, so I got up to see - and I saw four people in the
camp.’
‘The
four we know!’ said Dick, and Julian nodded. ‘Go on, Guy.’
‘They
were looking all over the place,’ said Guy, ‘prising up rocks, messing about -
so I yelled at them. But they only laughed. Then one of the men, who was trying
to prise up a slab - the slab that covers that great hole underground, Harry -
you remember it? - well, this man gave a yell and said ‘I’ve got it! This is
the way in - down here, behind this slab!’
Guy
stopped, looking very angry. Jet licked him comfortably. ‘Well,’ he went on, ‘I
set Jet on them, and they kicked him cruelly - so I went for them.’
‘You’re
a plucky one, aren’t you!’ said Dick, admiringly. ‘Did you knock them all out,
by any chance?’
‘No.
Of course not,’ said Guy. ‘One of the men pretty well knocked me out though. He
hit me on the head and I went down, dazed. I heard him say “drat this kid -
he’ll be fetching help, and we shan’t be able to get down and hunt for the
goods.” And then another man said “We’ll take him with us then,” and they got
hold of me and dragged me through the opening.’
‘But
how did they get down into that great hole?’ said Harry in wonder. ‘There is
such a steep drop into it. You need a rope.’
‘Oh,
they had a rope all right,’ said Guy, munching his biscuit and chocolate and looking
decidedly better. ‘One of the men had one tied round and round his waist. They
knotted it fast round a rock - that big one we can’t move, Harry - and then
they swung down on it. All except the woman. She said she’d stay at the top and
keep watch. She hid behind a bush some way off.’
‘I
never saw her when I came along!’ said Harry. ‘I never thought of looking
there! What about you? Did you get down too?’
‘Yes.
I screamed and shouted and kicked and howled, but it wasn’t a bit of good.  I
howled at the top of my voice for help, and they hurried me along with them,
shaking me like a rat.’
‘The
beasts!’ said Harry, fervently. ‘Oh, the beasts!’
‘I
heard one of them say that there should be a tunnel out of the hole somewhere,
it was marked on Paul’s plan - whatever that may be - and then I think I must
have fainted - the pain of my ankle, you know. And when I came to myself again,
we were all here, the three men and I - beside this roof-fall - though I really
don’t know how we got here. They must have dragged me along with them!’
‘And
that’s all, is it?’ asked Julian.
‘Not
quite. They were furious when they saw the roof-fall, but as soon as they began
to scrabble in it a rock rolled down and hit one of the men quite a crack - and
after that they were afraid to do anything. They stood and talked for a bit -
and then they decided to go and get some tools, and come down again to see if
they could remove all this stuff and get through it.’
‘Good
gracious!’ said Julian, startled. ‘Then they may be back at any moment?’
‘I
suppose so. They left me here because they couldn’t think of anything else to
do with me! They knew I couldn’t walk, because of my ankle. I think it’s
broken. So of course, I couldn’t possibly find my way out myself! And here I’ve
been waiting for those brutes to come back, and to hack through the rubble to
go after whatever it is they want!’
Everyone
began to feel rather uncomfortable at the thought that three violent men might
be appearing at any moment. ‘Is it very far to the opening you came down?’
asked Julian. But Guy didn’t know. He had fainted, as he had said, and he
didn’t even know what way they had come.
‘It
can’t be far,’ said Harry. ‘I think it would be worth while trying to find the
opening, see if the men have left the ropes there, and get out that way. If
Guy’s ankle really is broken, he couldn’t possibly manage to go back the long
way we’ve come.’
‘No.
That’s true,’ said Julian, thoughtfully. ‘Well, that’s what we’ll do then. But
we’ll go jolly cautiously, without a sound, because it might be just our luck
to meet those fellows on their way back here!’
‘Shall
we start?’ said George. ‘What about Guy?’
Julian
knelt down beside the boy, and gently examined his ankle. ‘I’ve done my First
Aid Training, like everybody else!’ he said. ‘And I ought to know if his ankle
is broken or just sprained.’
He
examined the swollen ankle carefully. ‘It’s not broken. I believe I could
bandage it tightly with a couple of large hankies. Give me yours, Dick.’
The
others watched admiringly as Julian deftly and confidently bandaged Guy’s
swollen ankle. ‘There!’ he said. ‘You can perhaps hobble on it now, Guy. It may
hurt, but I don’t think it will damage it. Try. You’ll have to go barefoot
because your ankle is too swollen for your shoe to go on.’
Very
gingerly Guy stood up, helped by Harry. He tried his hurt foot, and it
certainly seemed all right to hobble on, though it was very painful. He grinned
round at the others’ anxious faces.
‘It’s
fine!’ he said. ‘Come on, let’s go! We don’t want to bump into those fellows if
we can help it. Thank goodness we’ve got Jet and Timmy.’
They
set off down the passage, flashing their torches in front as usual, to show
them the way. The tunnel was quite wide and high here, and in a very short time
came out into an enormous pit underground.
‘Ah
- this is the hole I saw down behind the slab where the rabbit went,’ said
Dick. ‘We weren’t very far from the camp, as we thought. I’m surprised that
when this pit was explored, the underground passages were not discovered, Guy!’
‘I
expect the men exploring it came to the roof-fall and thought there was nothing
beyond,’ said Guy. ‘Or maybe they were afraid of going further in case of
further falls. They can be very dangerous, you know. Many a man has been buried
under one and never heard of again.’
They
looked round the enormous hole - it was really a huge round pit. Daylight
showed in the roof at one place.
‘That’s
the opening into it,’ said Guy, eagerly. ‘The one I came through, on the rope.’
He
limped a few steps forward to look for the rope. Harry held him by the arm,
thankful that the ankle was holding up so well. Guy pointed upwards.
‘Yes.
I can see the rope. The men have left it there, thank goodness. They must have
been certain that I couldn’t get to it!’
The
rope hung down from the little opening high above their heads. Julian looked
round at Anne.

‘Of
course!’ said Anne, scornfully. ‘We do rope-climbing in the gym at school often
enough. Don’t we, George?’
‘Yes
- but our gym rope is a bit thicker!’ said George.
‘I’ll
go up first,’ said Harry. ‘We’ve got a much thicker rope, Guy and I, that we
use when we want to haul on very heavy stones. I’ll find it, and let it down.’
‘Well
- we can’t afford to waste any time, in case those fellows come back,’ said
Julian. ‘I daresay the girls can manage all right. George, you go up first.’
George
went up like a monkey, hand over hand, her legs twisted round the rope. She
grinned down when she got to the top.’
‘Easy!’
she said. ‘Come on up next, Anne, and show the boys how to do it!’
Before
the boys could leap to the rope, Anne was on it, pulling herself up lithely.
Julian laughed. He called up to George.
‘George!
You might have a squint round and see if there’s any sign of people about. If
they were going to borrow Guy’s tools, they would have been back long ago, so I
think probably they’ve had to go to Kirrin or some farm-house to borrow them.’
‘They
wouldn’t get my tools!’ said Guy, ‘or Harry’s. We had them stolen once, and now
we always hide them where no one can possibly find them.’
‘That
settles it then,’ said Julian. ‘They’ve had to go a good way, I expect, to get
satisfactory tools to tackle that roof-fall. They probably imagine that it’s a
pretty big fall! All the same, keep a watch out, George, till we’re all up.
It
was difficult to get Guy up, for he was feeling weak, but they managed it at
last. The two dogs had to have the boys’ shirts tied round them so that the
rope would not cut them when they were hauled up. They didn’t seem to mind at
all. Timmy was very heavy to pull up because he appeared to think that he had
to try and make his legs do a running action all the time - just to help! All
that happened was that he began to spin round and round, as he went up!
Everyone
was up in the open air at last, hot and perspiring. Julian had the precious bag
safely under his arm. Timmy sat down panting. Then he suddenly stopped panting
and pricked up his ears.
‘Woof,’
he said warningly, and stood up.
‘Quiet,
Tim, quiet, Jet,’ said Julian, at once aware that somebody must be about.
‘Hide, everyone - quickly. It may be those fellows coming back!’
‘Wuff,’
began Jet, but Guy stopped him immediately. The six children separated and went
into hiding at once, each choosing the best place he or she could see. There
were plenty of hiding-places in the old camp!
They
heard voices coming near. Nobody dared to peep out and see who was coming - but
Julian and Dick recognized the drawling voice of one of the men!
‘What
a time we’ve been!’ said the man. ‘Just chuck the spades and things down the
hole - then we’ll all climb down again. Buck up! We’ve wasted too much time
already. Anyone might come on the scene at any moment!’
The
spades and jemmies went hurtling down the hole. Then one by one the men went
down the rope. The children could not hear the woman’s voice. They thought she
must have been left behind.
Julian
gave a low whistle and all the others popped up their heads. ‘We’ll spring for
it!’ said Julian. ‘Buck up!’
They
all shot out of their hiding-places at once and made off - except Julian. He
stayed behind for a minute or two. What could he be doing?
Julian
was doing something very simple indeed! He was hauling up the rope that dangled
underground! He slipped it off the rock that held it and tied it round his
waist, looking suddenly very bulky.
He
grinned a very wide grin and went after the others. How very, very angry those
men were going to be!
Chapter
Nineteen
BACK
TO KIRRIN COTTAGE
Julian
ran after the others. ‘What were you doing?’ said George. ‘Calling rude names
down to the men?’
‘No.
I hope they’ll go and dig for hours if they want to!’ said Julian. ‘They’ll
soon find that when they’ve got through it, that roof-fall is nothing much, and
they’ll go on till they come to the little room - and what they’ll say when
they find that the bag is gone, I really don’t know!’
‘I
wish I could be there!’ said Dick.
‘What
are we going to do about Guy?’ asked Harry. ‘He really can’t walk very far on
that bad foot.’
‘If
he can walk as far as the gorse-bush where we’ve left our things, I’ve got a
bike there,’ said George. ‘He could pedal with one foot, I should think.’
‘Oh
yes - I could easily do that,’ said Guy, pleased. He had dreaded the thought of
having to walk all the way to Kirrin - but neither did he want to be left
behind!
He
limped along, helped by Harry, who couldn’t do enough for him. Jet ran along
beside them, excited and happy at being with so many people. Timmy sometimes
wuffed a little bark to him, which made Jet as proud as punch. He thought the
big Timmy was wonderful!
They
came to the gorse-bush, and found their things all safe. The bicycle was there,
with its packages strapped to it. George unstrapped them, meaning to carry them
herself, so that Guy would not have too heavy a weight to pedal with his one
foot. They all started off together, Guy riding ahead on the bicycle.
‘We
will go to Kirrin, dump our things at the cottage, and get Aunt Fanny to ring
the police and ask them if they’ll come along and collect this bag from us,’
said Julian. ‘I don’t want to leave it at the police station - I want to see it
opened in front of us!’
‘I
do hope it won’t be empty,’ said Anne ‘It does feel terribly light!’
‘Yes.
It does,’ said Julian, swinging it to and fro. ‘I can’t help fearing that Paul,
who drew the plan that the men found so difficult to understand, may have
double-crossed his friends - drawn a deliberately difficult plan - and then
left the bag quite empty in the place he marked on the plan! It would be the
kind of hoax that a trickster loves to play - and would give him time to get
away in safety.’
‘But
they said he was ill,’ said Dick. ‘Still - perhaps he might have been
pretending that too! It’s a mystery!’
‘How
are you getting on, Guy?’ called Anne, as they overtook the boy. He kept riding
on by himself for a little way, and then resting, waiting for them to catch up
with him before he pedalled on again with his one good foot.
‘Very
well indeed, thank you,’ said Guy. ‘This bike was a very good idea of yours.
What a blessing you had it with you!’
‘Your
foot doesn’t seem any more swollen,’ said Anne. ‘I expect you’ll be able to
walk on it properly in a day or two. Oh, dear - it does make me laugh when I
think how puzzled we all were when we thought there was just one of you, not
twins!’
‘We
met first one of you, then the other, and thought you were the same boy,’ said
George, with a chuckle. ‘We were absolutely wild with you sometimes, you seemed
so mad and contradictory!’
‘Don’t
remind us of it,’ said Harry. ‘I can’t bear thinking that if I’d only been with
Guy, all this trouble of his would never have happened.’
‘Oh
well - it’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good!’ said George. ‘The bad and
the good have fitted together very well this time, and made a most exciting
adventure!’
‘Here’s
Carters Lane at last,’ said Anne. ‘What a long walk it seemed over the common.
It will be much easier for you to ride that bike when you’re on a proper road,
Guy. It won’t go bumping over heather clumps now.’
They
went down the long lane and came into Kirrin at last, realizing that they were
all very hungry indeed. ‘It must be well past dinner-time,’ said George,
looking at her watch. ‘Good gracious - it’s a quarter to two! Would you believe
it! I hope there’s some dinner left over for us - Mother doesn’t know we’re
coming.’
‘We’ll
raid Joan’s larder!’ said Dick. ‘She never minds so long as she’s there to grumble
at us while we do it!’
They
went in at the gate of Kirrin Cottage and up to the front door, which was open.
George shouted.
‘Mother!
Where are you? We’ve come back!’
Nobody
answered. George yelled again. ‘Mother! We’ve come home!’
The
door of the study opened and her father looked out, red in the face and
frowning.
‘George!
How many times am I to tell you not to shout when I’m working? Oh, my goodness
me, who are all these?’
‘Hallo,
Father!’ said George, mildly. ‘Surely you know Anne and Julian and Dick!  But who are these?’ and George’s father pointed to the startled
twins. ‘They’re as like as peas. Where did they come from? I haven’t seen them
before, have I?’
‘No,
Father. They’re just friends of ours,’ said George. ‘Where’s Mother? We’ve just
had an adventure and we want to tell her. Oh, and we want to ring the police -
and I think we ought to get a doctor to see to Guy’s foot - and Father, look,
Timmy’s ear is healed!’
‘Bless
us all! There’s never any peace when you are about, George,’ said her father,
groaning. ‘Your mother’s at the bottom of the garden, picking raspberries - or
it might have been strawberries.’
‘Oh
no, Father - it’s August, not June!’ said George. ‘You always...’
Julian
thought he had better get his uncle safely back in his study before a row blew
up between him and George. Uncle Quentin did not like being disturbed in his
complicated work!
‘Let’s
go and find Aunt Fanny,’ he said, ‘we can tell her everything out in the
garden. Come on!’
‘Wuff-wuff!’
said Jet.
‘Good
gracious - that’s not another dog, is it?’ said George’s father, scowling. ‘How
many times have I said that...’
‘We
won’t disturb you any more, Uncle,’ said Julian, hurriedly, seeing Guy’s scared
face. ‘We’ll go and find Aunt Fanny.’
They
all went thankfully out in the garden, hearing the house echo to the slam of
Uncle Quentin’s study door. George shouted.
‘Mother!
Where are you?’
‘Shut
up, George - we don’t want to make your father leap out of the window after
us!’ said Dick. ‘Ah - there’s Aunt Fanny!’
His
aunt was very surprised to see him and the others advancing on her. She went to
greet them, a basket of raspberries on her arm.
‘Well!
I thought you wanted to stay away for longer than this!’
‘We
did - but an adventure descended on us!’ said Dick. ‘We’ll tell you all about
it in detail later on, Aunt Fanny.’
‘But
just now we want two things - can we ring the police - or will you - and ask
them to come here?’ said Julian, very grown-up all of a sudden. ‘There’s
something that might be very important for them to know. And also do you think
we should let a doctor see Guy’s foot - he’s sprained his ankle, I think?’
‘Oh
dear!’ said Aunt Fanny, distressed to see the boy’s swollen foot. ‘Yes - he
ought to have that seen to properly. Who is he? Dear me - there’s another of
them! Aren’t they alike?’
‘Twins,’
said George. ‘I don’t know how I shall be able to tell one from t’other when
Guy’s bad foot is better.’
‘I’m
going to ring the police,’ said Julian, seeing that his aunt could now only
think of Guy’s swollen foot. He went off indoors, and they heard him speaking
on the telephone. He put it down and came out again.
‘The
Inspector himself is coming,’ said Julian. ‘Shall I ring the doctor now, Aunt
Fanny?’
‘Oh
yes. His number is 042,’ said his aunt. ‘How did you get such an ankle, Guy?’
‘Mother,
you don’t seem at all interested in our adventure,’ complained George.
‘Oh,
I am, dear,’ said her mother.  What have
you been up to this time?’
 He
knocked extremely loudly on the knocker.
Which,
of course, had the immediate result of bringing George’s father hotfoot out of
his study in another rage! He flung open the front door.
‘Hammering
at the door like what! What’s the matter? I’ve a good mind to report you to the
police! Oh - er - h’m - good afternoon, Inspector. Do come in. Are we expecting
you?’
Smiling
broadly, the Inspector came in. By this time Julian had come back in the house
again, and greeted him. His uncle went back into his study, rather red in the
face, and actually closed the door quietly!
‘You
wanted me to come along at once, because of something important?’ said the
Inspector. ‘What is it?’
The
others came into the room now, with Julian’s aunt behind them. Julian nodded
round at them. ‘They’re all in this, sir - except my aunt, of course. We’ve
brought something we think may be important, sir. Quite a lot of people were
looking for it - but we managed to get hold of it first!’
He
put the brown bag on the table. The Inspector’s eyes went to it at once. ‘What
is it? What’s inside? Stolen goods?’
‘Yes,
sir - blue-prints of some kind, I think. But I don’t know what of, of course.’
‘Open
the bag, my boy! I’ll examine them,’ said the Inspector.
‘I
can’t open it,’ said Julian. ‘It’s locked - and there’s no key!’
‘Well
- we’ll soon manage that!’ said the Inspector, and took out a small,
strong-looking tool. He forced the lock, and the bag opened. Everyone leaned
forward eagerly, even Timmy. What was in the bag?
There
was nothing there! Absolutely nothing! Julian groaned in bitter disappointment.
‘No
wonder it felt so light. It’s empty after all. Would you believe it!’
Chapter
Twenty
THE
ADVENTURE ENDS - AS IT BEGAN!
It
was a moment of great disappointment for all the children. Although they had
talked about the possibility of the bag being empty, everyone had secretly felt
certain that something exciting would be inside.
The
Inspector was astonished. He looked round sharply. ‘Where did you get this bag?
What made you think it had stolen goods inside - and what kind of blue-prints
were they?’
‘Well,
sir - it’s rather a long story,’ said Julian.
‘I’m
afraid you’ll have to tell it to me,’ said the Inspector, taking out his
notebook. ‘Now - how did this all begin?’
‘Well
- it really began with Timmy hurting his ear and having to wear a cardboard
collar,’ said George.
The
Inspector looked most surprised. He turned to Julian. ‘You’d better tell it,’
he said. ‘I don’t want to waste time on cardboard collars!’
George
went red and put on a scowl. Julian grinned at her, and began the story, making
it as clear and short as he could.
The
Inspector became more and more interested. He laughed when Julian came to the
weird noises and lights.
‘They
certainly wanted to get rid of you,’ he said. ‘You were plucky to stay on. Go
on - there’s something behind all this, that’s certain!’
He
jotted down the name of ‘Paul’, and ‘Jess’, the name of the woman. He noted
that one man had a drawl. ‘Any other clues to them?’ he asked.
‘Only
this, sir,’ said Julian and handed his drawing of the crepe-soled shoe to the
Inspector. This was carefully folded and put into the notebook too. ‘Might be
of use. Might not,’ said the Inspector. ‘You never know!’
He
listened intently to the tale of the underground passages, and picked up the
bag again.
‘I
can’t understand why it’s empty,’ he said. ‘It isn’t really like a crook
deliberately to mislead his friends when they know quite well where he is and
can get at him whenever they like.’ He shook the bag hard. Then he began to
examine it very very carefully.
Finally
he took out a sharp knife and gently slit the lining at the bottom of the bag.
He turned it back.
Something
was there - under the lining! Something blue, folded very carefully.
‘Wheeeeeew!’
whistled the Inspector. ‘So the bag’s not empty, after all! Now what is this?
It’s a blue-print of some project - but what?’
‘My
father would know!’ said George, at once. ‘He’s a scientist, you know,
Inspector - one of the cleverest in the world. Shall I get him?’
‘Yes,’
said the Inspector, laying out the blue-print on the table. ‘Get him at once.’
George
flew off and returned with her father, who didn’t look very pleased.
‘Good
afternoon, sir, once more. Sorry to disturb you,’ said the Inspector. ‘But do
you happen to know whether this document is of any importance?’
George’s
father took it up. He ran his eyes over it, and then gave a loud exclamation.
‘Why
- why - no, it’s IMPOSSIBLE! Good heavens, it’s - no, no, it can’t be! Am I
dreaming?’
Everyone
gazed at him, surprised and anxious. What did he mean? What could it be, this
blue-print?
‘Er
- it’s important then, sir?’ said the Inspector.
‘Important?
IMPORTANT? My dear fellow, there are only two of these prints in existence -
and at the moment I have the second one, which I am checking very carefully
indeed. Where did this come from? Why - I simply can’t believe it! Sir James
Lawton-Harrison has the other. There isn’t a third!’
‘But
- but - there must be if you have one here and Sir James has the other!’ said
the Inspector. ‘It’s obvious there is a third!’
‘You’re
wrong. It isn’t obvious!’ shouted George’s father. ‘What is obvious is that Sir
James hasn’t got his! I’ll ring him up - this very minute. Astounding! Most
disturbing! Bless us all, what will happen next?’
The
children did not dare to say a word.  To think
that the blue-print was so important - and that George’s father actually had a
pair to this one. What was its importance?
They
heard George’s father shouting into the telephone, evidently angry and
disturbed. He slammed it down and came back.
‘Yes.
Sir James’s copy has been stolen - but it’s been kept very hush-hush because of
its importance. Good heavens - they never even let me know! And to think I
spilt a bottle of ink over mine yesterday - gross carelessness. Stolen! A thing
like that - stolen out of his safe under his very nose. Now there’s only one
copy left!’
‘Two,
sir,’ said the Inspector, tapping the copy on the table. ‘You’re so upset to
hear that Sir James’s copy has gone that you’ve forgotten we have it here!’
‘Bless
us all! Thank goodness! Yes, I had forgotten for the moment!’ said Uncle
Quentin. ‘My word, I even forgot to tell Sir James it was here.’ He leapt up to
go to the telephone again, but the Inspector caught his arm.
‘No,
sir. Don’t telephone again. I think we should keep this as quiet as possible.’
‘Father
- what is this a blue-print of?’ said George, voicing the thoughts of everyone
there, the Inspector included.
‘This
blue-print? I’m certainly not going to tell you!’ said her father. ‘It’s too
big a thing even to speak of to you children - or the Inspector either for that
matter. It’s one of the biggest secrets we have. Here, give it to me.’
The
Inspector placed his big hand on it at once. ‘No, sir. I think I must take it
with me, and send a secret messenger to Sir James with it. It wouldn’t do to
have the only two copies in one place. Why, your house might catch fire and
both prints might go up in flames!’
‘Take
it, then, take it! We can’t possibly risk such a thing!’ said George’s father.
He glared round at the children. ‘I still don’t understand how you came to
possess it!’ he said, looking suddenly amazed.
‘Sit
down, sir, won’t you, and listen to their tale,’ said the Inspector. ‘They’ve
done very well. They haven’t finished their story.’
Julian
went on with it. The Inspector sat up straight when he heard where the the
three men were - down in the great pit below the Roman camp.
‘You
saw them go down into that pit?’ he said.
‘Watched
them swing down on the rope? They may be there now!’ He glanced at his watch.
‘No, they won’t. They’ll be gone.’
He
groaned loudly. ‘And to think we might easily have caught three clever rogues.
They’ve slipped through our hands again!’
‘They
haven’t!’ said Julian, his voice rising exultantly. ‘They’re still there!’
‘How
do you know?’ said the Inspector.
‘Because
I pulled up their rope and took it away - look, I’ve got it round me!’ said
Julian. ‘They can’t get out without a rope - and they won’t know how to escape
any other way. They’re still there - waiting for you, Inspector!’
The
Inspector slapped the table so hard that everyone jumped and the two dogs
barked.
‘Good
work!’ he boomed. ‘Magnificent! I must go at once and send some men out there.
I’ll let you know what happens!’
And
out he went at a run, the precious blue-print buttoned safely in his pocket. He
leapt into the driving-seat and the police-car roared away at top speed down
the lane.
‘Whew!’
said Julian, flopping back into his chair. ‘It’s too exciting for words!’
Everyone
felt the same, and began to talk at the tops of their voices. Poor Aunt Fanny
couldn’t make herself heard. But when Joan came in and asked if anyone wanted
anything to eat, they heard her at once!
The
doctor came to see Guy’s foot, and re-bandaged it. ‘Rest it for a day or two,’
he said. ‘It will soon be all right.’
‘Well,
you’ll have to stay here with George and the others, Guy,’ said George’s
mother.  Harry can
stay too. So can Jet.’
The
twins beamed. They liked this jolly family, and the adventurous life they
seemed to lead. It would be fun to stay with them for a while. They thought it
would be even more fun, when Joan arrived with a truly wonderful meal!
‘Home-made
veal-and-ham-pie! Stuffed tomatoes! And what a salad - what’s in it, Joan?
Radishes, cucumber, carrot, beetroot, hard boiled eggs, tomatoes, peas - Joan,
you’re a marvel! What is the pudding?’
Soon
they were all sitting down enjoying themselves, and talking over their
adventure. Just as they were finishing, the telephone bell rang. Julian went to
answer it. He came back looking thrilled.
‘That
was the Inspector. They’ve got all three men!  So the police - all in plain-clothes, so that of course
the three men suspected nothing - the police let down a rope, and up came the
men one by one...’
‘And
were arrested as soon as they popped out of the hole, I suppose!’ said George,
delighted. ‘Oh, I wish I’d been there! What a joke!’
‘The
Inspector’s awfully pleased with us,’ said Julian. ‘And so is Sir James
Lawton-Harrison too, apparently. We’re to get a reward - very hush-hush,
though. We mustn’t say anything about it. There’s to be something for each of
us.’
‘And
for Timmy too?’ said George at once.
Julian
looked round at Timmy. ‘Well, I can see what old Timmy ought to ask for,’ he
said. ‘A new cardboard collar. He’s scratching his ear to bits!’
George
screamed and rushed to bend over Timmy. She lifted a woebegone face. ‘Yes! He’s
scratched so hard he’s made his ear bad again. Oh Timmy!  Mother! Mother! Timmy’s messed up his ear again!’
Her
mother looked into the room. ‘Oh George, what a pity! I told you not to take
off that collar till his ear was absolutely healed!’
‘It’s
maddening!’ said George. ‘Now everyone will laugh at him again.’
‘Oh
no they won’t,’ said Julian, and he smiled at George’s scowling face. ‘Cheer up
- it’s a very peculiar thing, George - this adventure began with Timmy and a
cardboard collar - and bless me if it hasn’t ended with Timmy and a cardboard
collar. Three cheers for old Timmy!’
Yes
- three cheers for old Timmy!


@import ch.epfl.scala.index.views.html.main @import ch.epfl.scala.index.model._ @import ch.epfl.scala.index.model.misc._ @import ch.epfl.scala.index.model.release._ @(project: Project, user: Option[UserInfo], beginnerIssuesJson: String) @main(title = s"Edit ${project.repository}", showSearch = true, user) { Edit project Command Line Artifacts @for(artifact <- project.artifacts) { @artifact } Project Deprecated Deprecated Artifacts @for(artifact <- project.artifacts) { @artifact } @for(github <- project.github) { Primary Topic The most relevant topic for this project @for(topic <- github.topics) { @topic } Contributing Info In order for this project to show up on the front page and in the Contributing Search, it needs to have a Beginner Issues Label, Chatroom and Contributing Guide. The Code of Conduct is optional. Beginner Issues Label Selected Beginner Issues Select which issues will be shown on the front page, Contributing Search page and project page. If none are selected, the first couple issues created with the beginner issues label will be shown. Chatroom Contributing Guide Code of Conduct } Default Release Selection Default Artifact When a project has lots of artifacts you can hint the index on what artifact to choose in the drop down. See DefaultRelease.scala for more details. @for(artifact <- project.artifacts){ @artifact } If possible we do not use release candidate or milestones as the last version. For example, if the artifact has version 1.2.1 and version 2.0.0-RC1 by default we will use 1.2.1. If you would prefer to select 2.0.0-RC1 uncheck this box: Do not select pre-released versions Remove versions not following the semver.org specifications Semantic Versions only Documentation [groupId] org.example [artifactId] foo_2.11 [version] 1.2.3 [major] 1 [minor] 2 [name] foo Custom Scaladoc Link Default: https://www.javadoc.io/doc/[groupId]/[artifactId]/[version] Documentation links @for(((label, url), i) <- project.documentationLinks.zipWithIndex){ } @for((i) <- ((project.documentationLinks.size) to (project.documentationLinks.size + 5))) { } Update Cancel }
The most relevant topic for this project
In order for this project to show up on the front page and in the Contributing Search, it needs to have a Beginner Issues Label, Chatroom and Contributing Guide. The Code of Conduct is optional.
Select which issues will be shown on the front page, Contributing Search page and project page. If none are selected, the first couple issues created with the beginner issues label will be shown.
When a project has lots of artifacts you can hint the index on what artifact to choose in the drop down. See DefaultRelease.scala for more details.
If possible we do not use release candidate or milestones as the last version. For example, if the artifact has version 1.2.1 and version 2.0.0-RC1 by default we will use 1.2.1. If you would prefer to select 2.0.0-RC1 uncheck this box:
Remove versions not following the semver.org specifications
[groupId] org.example [artifactId] foo_2.11 [version] 1.2.3 [major] 1 [minor] 2 [name] foo
Default: https://www.javadoc.io/doc/[groupId]/[artifactId]/[version]
https://www.javadoc.io/doc/[groupId]/[artifactId]/[version]


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x2c_SineWave >>
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x2c_RectangleWave
X2C Rectangle Wave Generator
Description
Generation of a rectangular wave.
Inports
None
Outports
u:
Rectangle wave output
Mask Parameters
Amplitude:
Amplitude of wave
Frequency:
Frequency in Hz
Offset:
Offset
Duty:
Duty Cycle in %
ts_fact:
Multiplication factor of base sampling time (in integer format).
Implementations
FiP8:
8 Bit Fixed Point
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16 Bit Fixed Point
FiP32:
32 Bit Fixed Point
Float32:
32 Bit Floating Point
Float64:
64 Bit Floating Point
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const tasksRepo = require('./task.memory.repository');
/**
* @import {TaskModel} from './task.model'
*/
/**
* Returns information about all tasks from the database using the controller function.
* @returns {Promise<Array.<TaskModel>>} resolved promise with tasks and their information.
*/
const getAll = () => tasksRepo.getAll();
/**
* Returns information about selected task from the database using the controller function.
* @param {string} id id of selected task.
* @returns {Promise<TaskModel>} resolved promise with selected task and its information.
*/
const getTaskById = (id) => tasksRepo.getTaskById(id);
/**
* Create new task and its information in the database using the controller function.
* @param {string} title title of new task.
* @param {number} order order of new task.
* @param {string} description description of new task.
* @param {string|null} userId userId of new task.
* @param {string} boardId boardId of new task.
* @param {string} columnId columnId of new task.
* @returns {Promise<TaskModel>} resolved promise with new task and its information.
*/
const createTask = (title, order, description, userId, boardId, columnId) => tasksRepo.createTask(title, order, description, userId, boardId, columnId);
/**
* Update task's information in the database using the controller function.
* @param {string} id id of task, which information will be update.
* @param {string} title new title of selected task.
* @param {number} order new order of selected task.
* @param {string} description new description of selected task.
* @param {string|null} userId new userId of selected task.
* @param {string} boardId new boardId of selected task.
* @param {string} columnId new columnId of selected task.
* @returns {Promise<TaskModel>} resolved promise with task and its new information or an error if task is not found.
*/
const updateTask = (id, title, order, description, userId, boardId, columnId) => tasksRepo.updateTask(id, title, order, description, userId, boardId, columnId);
/**
* Delete task and its information from the database using the controller function.
* @param {string} id id of deleted task.
* @returns {void} return an error or nothing.
*/
const deleteTask = (id) => tasksRepo.deleteTask(id);
module.exports = { getAll, getTaskById, createTask, updateTask, deleteTask };


What made me interested in joining Code Nation
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Pet Manager Martin:
Ah, so you want a pet! I see you have the experience needed to keep a pet, but even so, we don't distribute pets to just anyone. First, you must demonstrate that you are qualified to raise a pet.
Ask detailed questions.


git-whatchanged - Show logs with difference each commit introduces
git whatchanged <option>...

New users are encouraged to use git-log(1) instead. The whatchanged command is essentially the same as git-log(1) but defaults to show the raw format diff output and to skip merges.
The command is kept primarily for historical reasons; fingers of many people who learned Git long before git log was invented by reading Linux kernel mailing list are trained to type it.
git whatchanged -p v2.6.12.. include/scsi drivers/scsi
Show as patches the commits since version v2.6.12 that changed any file in the include/scsi or drivers/scsi subdirectories
git whatchanged --since="2 weeks ago" -- gitk
Show the changes during the last two weeks to the file gitk. The "--" is necessary to avoid confusion with the branch named gitk
Part of the git(1) suite


This is demonstration of supporting interactivity outside the context of a slideshow or standard proficiency exercise. (An example of a profiency exercise is shown in simple-exercise.html in this directory.) This might be useful, for example, in connection with using JSAV within Khan Academy exercises.
First we create and display a JSAV array with some random numbers. You can click on values in the array to highlight or unhighlight them. Your goal is to highlight (only) the array position with the biggest element.


In many cases, predictions are made by holding the random effects to
zero, which can be seen as the typical case. When the clusters carry
substantive meaning, for example, school, country, or hospital, it might
be of interest to note which are most ‘typical’, or at any other value
relative to their peers. This will work for any model to which
extract_random_effects
applies.
library(lme4)
<- lmer(Reaction ~ Days + (1 + Days | Subject), data = sleepstudy)
lmer_model
library(mixedup)
find_typical(lmer_model) # closest RE to zero
38;5;246m# A tibble: 2 × 7
[39m
[.5 upper_97.5
group_var effect group value se lower_238;5;246m<chr>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<chr>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<fct>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;250m1
[39m Subject Days 333 -
[31m0
[39m
[31m.
[39m
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[39m 2.31 -
[31m4
[39m
[31m.
[39m
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[39m 4.29
[38;5;250m2
[39m Subject Intercept 335 -
[31m0
[39m
[31m.
[39m
[31m334
[39m 12.1 -
[31m24
[39m
[31m.
[39m
[31m0
[39m 23.3
[
find_typical(lmer_model, probs = c(.1, .9))
38;5;246m# A tibble: 4 × 8
[39m
[.5 upper_97.5 probs
group_var effect group value se lower_238;5;246m<chr>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<chr>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<fct>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
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[39m
[23m
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[38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<chr>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;250m1
[39m Subject Days 310 -
[31m5
[39m
[31m.
[39m
[31m45
[39m 2.31 -
[31m9
[39m
[31m.
[39m
[31m97
[39m -
[31m0
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[39m
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[39m 10%
[38;5;250m2
[39m Subject Days 350 6.61 2.31 2.10 11.1 90%
[38;5;250m3
[39m Subject Intercept 370 -
[31m25
[39m
[31m.
[39m
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[31m49
[39m
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[39m Subject Intercept 331 22.3 12.1 -
[31m1
[39m
[31m.
[39m
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[
For nlme
, only models with varIdent
have
been tested. For glmmTMB, this
applies to models that use the diag
function in the formula.
library(nlme)
<- lme(
lme_1 ~ scale(age) + Sex,
distance data = Orthodont,
random = ~ 1 | Subject,
weights = varIdent(form = ~ 1 | Sex)
)
extract_het_var(lme_1)
38;5;246m# A tibble: 2 × 2
[39m
[
group variance38;5;246m<chr>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;250m1
[39m Male 3.10
[38;5;250m2
[39m Female 0.64
[
May include brms at some point,
but for these, you can extract any parameters associated with sigma
model for distributional models using the component
argument of the other standard functions.
With some packages one can estimate the residual correlation structure. Right now this works for nlme, glmmTMB, and brms objects.
<-
base_model lme(Reaction ~ Days,
random = ~ 1 + Days | Subject,
data = sleepstudy)
<-
lme_corSymm update(
base_model,corr = corSymm(form = ~ 1 | Subject),
data = dplyr::filter(sleepstudy, Days < 5)
)
<-
lme_corAR update(
base_model,corr = corAR1(form = ~ Days),
data = dplyr::filter(sleepstudy, Days < 5)
)
extract_cor_structure(lme_corSymm)
V1 V2 V3 V4 V51.000 0.263 -0.460 -0.222 -0.092
V1 0.263 1.000 0.272 0.356 0.081
V2 -0.460 0.272 1.000 0.377 -0.417
V3 -0.222 0.356 0.377 1.000 0.572
V4 -0.092 0.081 -0.417 0.572 1.000
V5
extract_cor_structure(lme_corAR)
38;5;246m# A tibble: 1 × 1
[39m
[
Phi38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;250m1
[39m 0.662
[
Just a wrapper for model.frame
.
head(extract_model_data(lmer_model))
38;5;246m# A tibble: 6 × 3
[39m
[
Reaction Days Subject38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<dbl>
[39m
[23m
[3m
[38;5;246m<fct>
[39m
[23m
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[39m 250. 0 308
[38;5;250m2
[39m 259. 1 308
[38;5;250m3
[39m 251. 2 308
[38;5;250m4
[39m 321. 3 308
[38;5;250m5
[39m 357. 4 308
[38;5;250m6
[39m 415. 5 308
[


GameContainerViewController
class GameContainerViewController : UIViewController
Undocumented
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
@IBOutlet weak var proportionalWidthConstraint: NSLayoutConstraint!
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
@IBOutlet weak var proportionalHeightConstraint: NSLayoutConstraint!
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
@IBOutlet weak var centerYConstraint: NSLayoutConstraint!
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
@IBOutlet weak var containerView: UIView!
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
@IBOutlet weak var backButton: UIButton!
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
override var prefersStatusBarHidden: Bool { get }
-
The SpriteKit view that the GameScene is to be rendered in
Declaration
Swift
var skView: SKView?
-
The Controller for the GameScene
Declaration
Swift
var gameController: GameSceneController?
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
override func viewDidLoad()
-
Factory instantiation function for this VC, comes from a storyboard.
Declaration
Swift
static func loadFromStoryboard() -> GameContainerViewController
Return Value
An instance of the GamePlayViewController
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
@IBAction func buttonTODOdeleteMe(_ sender: Any)
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
@objc func replayCurrentBoard()
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
@objc func replayNewGameSameTime()
-
Undocumented
Declaration
Swift
@objc func goToMainMenu()
-
For getting a reference to the embedded view controller.
Declaration
Swift
override func prepare(for segue: UIStoryboardSegue, sender: Any?)
Parameters
segue
The segue to get the VC reference from.
sender
The source of the event.
-
Updates the UI to render things correctly
Declaration
Swift
func updateUserInterface()
-
Updates the game scene after the view loads
Declaration
Swift
func loadGameScene()


The books I read in 2022. See here for years 2019-2021 or you can go to Goodreads for from whenever I started on there. Here's how I build this page.
2021 Shelf
2021 List
No. Title Author Read Category Pages
Sorrow and Bliss Mason, Meg 1/5/2021 Fiction 352
Orwell's Roses Solnit, Rebecca 02/17/2022 Non-Fiction 320
These Precious Days Prachett, Ann 03/05/2022 Non-Fiction 336
A Simpler Life School of Life, The 04/26/2022 Non-Fiction 166
The Pursuit of Love Mitford, Nacy 06/13/2022 Fiction 242
Assembly Brown, Natasha 07/02/2022 Fiction 112
Calm School of Life, The 07/06/2022 Non-Fiction 110
Dating School of Life, The 07/07/2022 Non-Fiction 80
Love in a Cold Climate Mitford, Nacy 08/06/2022 Fiction 256
Digging Up Britian Pitts, Mike 08/21/2022 Non-Fiction 288
Checkout 19 Bennett, Claire-Louise 09/18/2022 Fiction 240
Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West Woolf, Virginia; Sackville-West, Vita 09/28/2022 Non-Fiction 280
The Inseparables de Beauvoir, Simone 10/22/2022 Fiction 148
Whereabouts Lahiri, Jhumpa 10/30/2022 Fiction 176
Tokyo Express Matsumoto, Seichō 11/01/2022 Fiction 175
Play It as It Lays Didion, Joan 11/27/2022 Fiction 214
How I Build This Page
| No. | Title | Author | Read | Category | Pages |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Sorrow and Bliss | Mason, Meg | 1/5/2021 | Fiction | 352 | |
| Orwell's Roses | Solnit, Rebecca | 02/17/2022 | Non-Fiction | 320 | |
| These Precious Days | Prachett, Ann | 03/05/2022 | Non-Fiction | 336 | |
| A Simpler Life | School of Life, The | 04/26/2022 | Non-Fiction | 166 | |
| The Pursuit of Love | Mitford, Nacy | 06/13/2022 | Fiction | 242 | |
| Assembly | Brown, Natasha | 07/02/2022 | Fiction | 112 | |
| Calm | School of Life, The | 07/06/2022 | Non-Fiction | 110 | |
| Dating | School of Life, The | 07/07/2022 | Non-Fiction | 80 | |
| Love in a Cold Climate | Mitford, Nacy | 08/06/2022 | Fiction | 256 | |
| Digging Up Britian | Pitts, Mike | 08/21/2022 | Non-Fiction | 288 | |
| Checkout 19 | Bennett, Claire-Louise | 09/18/2022 | Fiction | 240 | |
| Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West | Woolf, Virginia; Sackville-West, Vita | 09/28/2022 | Non-Fiction | 280 | |
| The Inseparables | de Beauvoir, Simone | 10/22/2022 | Fiction | 148 | |
| Whereabouts | Lahiri, Jhumpa | 10/30/2022 | Fiction | 176 | |
| Tokyo Express | Matsumoto, Seichō | 11/01/2022 | Fiction | 175 | |
| Play It as It Lays | Didion, Joan | 11/27/2022 | Fiction | 214 |
How I Build This Page
I keep a spreadsheet of the books I read each year and I get the JSON of that spreadsheet and dump it into the _data
directory in the code for this site which is built on Eleventy. That data is then used most easily (thanks, Eleventy!) to populate this page. The code is on GitHub.


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Share data between users
Whatever app you are developing, chances are you will need to pass some data for each user, at least a nickname. You can do it in two different places:
- Client-Side: when calling
Session.connect
method in openvidu-browser:
session.connect(token, "USER_DATA")
.then( ... )
.catch( ... );
-
Server-Side: when generating a token
- API REST: add body parameter
"data"
to the POST operation - openvidu-java-client: construct TokenOptions with
TokenOptions.Builder().data("USER_DATA").build()
- openvidu-node-client: construct TokenOptions with
{data: "USER_DATA"}
- API REST: add body parameter
The result will be that in all clients, Connection objects will have in their data property the pertinent value you have provided for each user. So, an easy way to get the data associated to any user would be:
session.on("streamCreated", function (event) {
session.subscribe(event.stream, "subscriber");
console.log("USER DATA: " + event.stream.connection.data);
});
Some clarifications:
- Using only first option is not secure, as clients could modify the value of the second parameter. It is intended for development environments or non critical data. If you want total control over shared data, please use the server-side way.
- Connection.data will be a simple string if you have provided data only with one of the methods, and will be a string with the following format if you provide data both from openvidu-browser and your backend:
"CLIENT_SIDE_DATA%/%SERVER_SIDE_DATA"
(both separated by string%/%
). - You can choose whatever format you like for the data string, but if you are planning to share more than a simple field, maybe a standard format as JSON would be a wise choice. Method
Session.connect
in Openvidu Browser directly admits as data parameter a standard object (it will be finally stringified).


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Lauryn Hill's Cousin Reportedly Facing Arrest Over Over Unpaid $70,000 Loan
by VladTVUpdate 11/25/2019 4:12pm:
Previously, it was reported that Lauryn Hill took her cousin Gerald Hill to court over an unpaid $70,000 loan she gave him. Now, a judge has sided with Lauryn Hill in her case. Gerald Hill will have to turn over his financial information or he will be arrested.
The judge on the case said Gerald Hill violated Lauryn Hill’s rights by not turning over his financial information. According to court documents, if Gerald Hilll doesn’t turn over his financial documents in 10 days, a warrant for his arrest will be issued, and the cousin of the singer will be taken into custody. Stay tuned for more details on this situation.
source: The Blast
Original 11/11/2019 4:03pm:
Court documents that surfaced recently noted Lauryn Hill has taken her cousin to court over a reportedly $70,000 he owes.
Lauryn Hill filed the lawsuit against her cousin Gerald Hill in June 2018, noting she loaned him $65,000 in June 2017, which was documented by a written contract signed by both parties. The deal indicated that if Gerald repaid the loan by September 2017, he would not have to pay any interest. However, if the loan was paid after September, he would be charged 10% interest until the loan was paid back.
Since then, Hill has been granted a default judgment by a judge in August 2019, awarding her $72,886.62. However, Hill has hit her cousin with subpoenas about his income, which Gerald Hill has reportedly failed to comply with. Stay tuned for more details in this case.
source: The Blast


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The Latest: Man charged in brushfire pleads not guilty
JURUPA VALLEY, Calif. (AP) - The Latest on a man who allegedly started a Southern California brushfire (all times local):
8 p.m.
A man whom authorities say started a Southern California brushfire while fleeing police in a stolen car has pleaded not guilty to criminal charges.
The Los Angeles Times says 23-year-old Bryan Anguiano of Jurupa (Hah-ROO’-puh) Valley entered pleas Monday to felony reckless evading and a misdemeanor charge of discarding burning materials.
The fire in Jurupa Valley, east of Los Angeles, began shortly after midnight on Halloween. It burned three homes before being contained Sunday.
Police say Anguiano led police on a 15-minute chase when the car went over curbs and fencing, blew its tires and wound up in a field where heat from the wheels ignited brush.
Anguiano was arrested with a passenger who was held on a felony warrant.
4:39 p.m.
Charges have been filed against a man authorities say started a Southern California wildfire while fleeing police in a stolen car.
Twenty-three-year-old Bryan Anguiano of Jurupa (Hah-ROO’-puh) Valley was charged Monday with felony evading and a misdemeanor charge of discarding burning material.
It’s not immediately known if he has an attorney who can speak on his behalf.
The fire in Jurupa Valley, east of Los Angeles, began shortly after midnight on Halloween. It burned three homes before being contained days later.
Police say Anguiano led police on a 15-minute chase when the car went over curbs and fencing, blew its tires and wound up in a field where heat from the wheels ignited brush.
Anguiano was arrested with a passenger who was held on a felony warrant.
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Calenday is a book of poems that you can read!  It is mostly about blueprints, ghosts, parents & children, but it is also about data-syncing, animals showing love, the unseen world, sycamores…
Right now? The smaller month inside of this month.
I’m Lauren Haldeman.
I am the author of the poetry collections
INSTEAD OF DYING (winner of the Colorado Prize for Poetry)
CALENDAY (Rescue Press, 2014)
and THE ECCENTRICITY IS ZERO (Digraph Press, 2014).
I've received the Iowa Artist Fellowship, the Sustainable Arts Foundation Award, the Colorado Prize for Poetry & the fellowships from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop.
My work has appeared in Poetry, Tin House, Colorado Review, Fence, The Iowa Review and The Rumpus.
I work as a web developer, web designer and editor during the daytime. Also: I’m a mom and make paintings.