The only person within the walls of Mother Kelly's who saw Peter Boo, in his incongruously mud spattered business suit, crawling under the hedge, was Ulla Ulp, but thinking that his behaviour was his own business and not knowing whether it was intraordinary for him, she merely shrugged and continued her conversation with Rani, who was the very definition of a vulgarian – and as she had recognised the lawyer from his previous appearance in Melrose, and may have considered that to draw the hostess's attention to his strange behaviour would be tantamount to jilting a lover, for who knows what the possible consequences might have been, though of course, as anyone who knew them could have told you they never had been lovers, the very idea is too awful to contemplate, but at that moment her eye fell on a blue box and she was tempted to ask Rani why she should have such a contraption in her house, and all thoughts of Boo vanished like breath on a winter's morn; so, unseen by anyone else and unchallenged, but fearful for his very life – for if someone could shoot a bird with a bazooka, what might they use on him? an Exocet? Trident? was Peter's driving thought, indeed, he may have been the actual target! - so on he crawled, keeping low, torn by gorse and broom, slathered in the rich red-brown mud, stared at by sheep, rabbits and frogs, feared and shunned by adders, and spiders, he traversed the undulating foothills and eventually, after many hours, crept down the last slope towards the town; when he reached the houses near the foot of Dingleton Hill, darkness had descended, street-lights were glowing amber and he moved like a shadow until he turned right after the Book Room into Scott's Place, where light spilled from Melrose Abby (sic) Takeaway and to his left a narrow close led towards East Port, just a few yards from The Ship Inn, and he remembered carousing nights there – he would be safe; so silently he squeezed into the tight close, inching towards his destination, when, of a sudden, two men stopped at the further end, standing in the half-shadow cast by a street-light on the opposite side of the road; they were speaking in hushed tones and Peter could not distinguish the words; then, one produced a package, took out a cigarette and offered the pack to the other and that one took a lighter from his pocket and struck it, and as both heads leaned towards the flame, Peter recognised Sir Parlane MacFarlane and Dominic Doubleday! in blind panic, he turned to run and then stopped, for in a window just beside him, he saw what could have been a prop for a production of Aladdin – a very old oil-lamp, with the Cross of Lorraine for a handle and a tiny flame, giving little light – Peter looked around and beside the window was a door, he tried the handle, it turned, the door opened inwards, silently and, just as silently, he entered and closed it behind him, then he saw that he was in a room furnished like a chapel and on a chair beside the lamp, sat a very old man, seeming to be fast asleep; he woke with a start and stared at Peter through large round spectacles: "the lamp," said Peter, "I saw the lamp, in the window," and the old man smiled, "it is a bit dim, Lad, and I've been waiting for a long time, but you found it and now you are here," and Peter asked: "Toc H?" and the man stood up, he was very small and moved slowly, "that's us, well, just me at the moment, but now you're here too, just as you should be, though you look like you've been in the Trenches, come on upstairs, Aggie'll find some dry clothes for you and she's got a pot of broth on, so we can have our supper and you can tell us all about it."