There was an impressive silence.
"You see the sort of people you're entertaining," I said airily to Peter. "My wife's grandfather lived at Hilderton Hall. Celia, you should have spoken about this before. It would have done us a lot of good in Society." I pushed my plate away. "I can't go on eating bacon after this. Bring me peaches."
"I should love to see it again."
"If I'd had my rights," I said, "I should be living there now. I must put my solicitor on to this. There's been foul play somewhere."
Peter looked up from one of the maps which, being new to the country, he carries with him.
"I can't find Hilderton Hall here," he said. "It's six inches to the mile, so it ought to be marked."
"Celia, our grandfather's name is being aspersed. Let us look into this."
We crowded round the map and studied it anxiously. Hilderton was there, and Hilderton House, but no Hilderton Hall.
"But it's a great big place," protested Celia.
"I see what it is," I said regretfully. "Celia, you were young then."