Perhaps the government had taken them, to melt them down to make aircraft parts. On either side was a wall that looked to be at least eight high, then they were clopping along a drive that was bordered by towering trees. Unfortunately it was too dark to see what the grounds were like so she peered ahead, keen to get her first glimpse of The Heights. The drive seemed to go on forever but at last they left the trees and ahead of them a huge building loomed up out of the darkness. Mr Dower drew Meg to a halt at the bottom of some stone steps that led up to two impressive oak doors. ‘Here we are then, all safe and sound,’ he said cheerfully as he lumbered out of his seat. He then reached up into the back of the trap and lifted Sarah and Alfie down as Briony hopped down to join them. They collected their suitcases and when Meg went to crop on the grass, dragging the trap behind her, the tall man led them up the steps. ‘Will one o’ the servants open the door fer us?’ Alfie asked, his eyes like saucers, and Mr Dower chuckled.
