Clicking the hook back up into place and securing the lock tight, the secret door was once again an invisible part of the closet. Abby unbolted and opened the lighthouse front door, closing her eyes as she held her face towards the warm sunshine. As they made their way across the gravel towards the cottage, car engines could be heard struggling their way up the steep lane leading to the lighthouse. Mark turned to face the gates in anticipation. "You expecting company?" he asked keeping his stare dead ahead. "No," replied Abby looking towards the gate. "Could be the estate agents." "Don't they make appointments?" "No, they are under instruction to show anyone here at any time they can between 9am and 9pm." A dirty, mudded up Land Rover came into view with the 'Fargo & Pitt' livery down the doors. The estate agent gave a wave at Abby and pulled up in front of the lighthouse, followed closely behind by a Ford Mondeo. Two men got out. "I don't believe it," Abby whispered to herself. "Friends of yours?" asked Mark.
