“You shall,” said the Doctor, “and we will investigate to see whether the clergy face towards the East.”
“Not here,” said Adele promptly; “they would not if they knew.”
“Why not?” exclaimed Miss Winchester.
“Because they must look up.”
“Oh, of course.”
“Northward, I mean—up north.”
“What has that got to do with it?”
“It’s towards the centre of things—the pole star in the heavens.”
“Dear me!” said Miss Winchester, “you’re so ‘broad’, you’ll flatten out, become thin. I don’t like my bread buttered too thin; but tell me, Adele, why here, in this place?”
“This Cathedral is so constructed.”