Chapter Twenty.
How Many Yesterdays?
“Now,” I said, turning to Gedge, “perhaps you will show me over this new domain of mine. They seem to be pretty comfortable quarters, at any rate.”
He looked at me strangely.
“You surely don’t mean, sir, that you wish me to show you over your own house?” he said with incredulity.
“Of course I do,” I answered. “I’ve never been over it yet, and I think I may as well embrace the opportunity now.”
“But hadn’t you better go to your room and rest? It will surely do you good. I’ll ring for Rayner, the valet.” He spoke as though solicitous of my welfare.
“I want no valets, neither do I require rest,” I answered impatiently. “I mean to fathom this mystery.”