"No."
"Is it just a town, then?"
"Yes, just a town."
"Did anything famous happen there?"
She hesitated.
"Well," she said, "perhaps nothing very famous—but it's an old little town—one that I've heard of, that is all."
Well, she did have me. It was not very famous, and only a—an idea came to me.
"Oh," I said, shutting my eyes a moment, "that town's in Devon."
Letitia nodded.
"See," I said. Adjusting my glasses, and peering a moment at the pinkish patch, I tapped it, Tavistock, with my finger-nail. "Right here," I said.