“Me!” snapped the other.
“Yes, you. A most rapid and satisfactory cure. If I can help you to find another housekeeper....”
“Thank you, I won’t trouble you.”
The doctor grasped Ormarr’s hand cordially. “I’m just as pleased with the result as you can be, really,” he said, with frank sincerity. “Ørlygur and I are rather friends, you know. But he is a headstrong young fool, all the same. You ought to go and look at that place where he went up.”
“Then you were with him?”
“Not at the time—no. But from something he let fall last night, and seeing something moving up there today, I had an idea, and went up to see what he was doing.”
“What’s all this about a monument?”
“I don’t know. But I fancy he wanted to relieve his feelings in some way—by doing something out of the ordinary, you understand.”
Ormarr seemed to be thinking hard. Then he looked up.
“What makes you think so?” he asked.