Dare was struck by the arrested expression of the architect’s face. ‘Is it rather good?’ he asked.
‘Yes, rather,’ said Havill, subduing himself.
‘More than rather?’
‘Yes, the clever devil!’ exclaimed Havill, unable to depreciate longer.
‘How?’
‘The riddle that has worried me three weeks he has solved in a way which is simplicity itself. He has got it, and I am undone!’
‘Nonsense, don’t give way. Let’s make a tracing.’
‘The ground-plan will be sufficient,’ said Havill, his courage reviving. ‘The idea is so simple, that if once seen it is not easily forgotten.’
A rough tracing of Somerset’s design was quickly made, and blowing out the candle with a wave of his hand, the younger gentleman locked the door, and they went downstairs again.
‘I should never have thought of it,’ said Havill, as they walked homeward.