He put them in an old packing case under some straw.
This time I only had to move one of the packing cases.
In the center of the room stood a large packing case, half filled with books.
I got up every packing case we could lay our hands on.
Standing on the packing cases I got a clear view to the west.
I ordered him to pick up one of the packing cases.
He was looking at the packing cases that stood in the far corner.
It had been in a packing case of books from my old library.
I sat down on a packing case and looked around.
From within the packing case he had heard words that told him prisoners were here.
