“Another inquiry,” I continued, turning over a leaf of my book, “I have been unable to complete, since, in order to interview the people who built your new wing, I should have to run up to London.”
“What the blazes have they to do with it?”
“Nothing at all, but I should have liked to learn their reasons for raising the wing three feet above the level of the hall-way.”
Between the heat and his growing excitement, Major Dale found himself at a temporary loss for words. Then:
“They told me,” he shouted at the top of his voice, “they told me at the time that it was something about—that it was due to the plan—that it was——”
“I can imagine that they had some ready explanation,” I said, “but it may not have been the true one.”
“Then what the—what the—is the true one?”
“The true one is that the new wing covers a former mound.”
“Quite right; it does.”
“If my theory is correct, it was upon this mound that the cabin of Dame Pryce formerly stood.”