“Where is she now?”
“Never heard tell.”
“Has anybody ever lived in the Murray place since the family left?”
“No, I believe not.”
“Is it to let?”
“Yes, and for sale.”
“Well, why hasn’t it let or sold?”
“Oh, I dunno exactly. It’s a great big barn of a place. Kinda ramshackle, and of course it’s off the main-traveled road. You’d need a flivver, at least, to live there nowadays. And there ain’t a single modern improvement in it. No bathroom, nor electric lights, not set tubs, nor any of the things that women like. No garage neither.”
“Every disability you quote makes it sound all the better to me,” Lindsay commented. He meditated a moment. “I’d like to go over and look at it this afternoon. Is there anyone here to drive me?”
“Yes, Dick’ll take you in the runabout.” Hyde appeared to meditate in his turn, and he cocked an inquiring eye in Lindsay’s direction. “You wasn’t thinking of hiring the place, was you?”