Lesley said our house was posh as a palace because it was so big and full of paintings, wooden paneling, and antique furniture. She suspected that there was a secret passage behind every wall and at least one hidden compartment in every cupboard. When we were youger, we went on journeys on exploration through the house whenever Lesley came to visit. We were strictly forbidden to snoop oround, which made in even more exiciting. We worked out increasingly crafty strategies for not getting caught. In the course of time we really did find some secret compartments, and even a secret door. It was in the stairwell behind an oil panting of a fierce-looking fat, bearder man who was sitting, with his sword drawn, atop a great white horse.