CHAPTER VI
Wendover Park
The end of April had now come, and a tinge of green had crept over what in many respects is one of the loveliest counties in England. The train in which Mr. Bidlake and Dick Faversham sat had left Redhill and was passing through a rich, undulating countryside.
"You feel a bit excited, I expect?" and Mr. Bidlake looked up from his copy of The Times.
"Just a bit."
"You'll soon get over your excitement, although, of course, you'll find the change very great. A rich man has many responsibilities."
"If I remember aright, there are several other big houses within a few miles of Wendover Park? Was my uncle on good terms with his neighbours?"
The lawyer coughed. "He did not go much into society. As I told you, he was a very eccentric man."