might be worth your while to look at the underside of those stones. They must have been numbered, mustn’t they? Good-bye again. Home, please.”
The main occupation of this evening at any
rate was settled. The tracing of the plan for
Lady Wardrop and the careful collation of it
with the original meant a couple of hours’
work at least. Accordingly, soon after nine
Humphreys had his materials put out in the
library and began. It was a still, stuffy evening;
windows had to stand open, and he had more
than one grisly encounter with a bat. These
unnerving episodes made him keep the tail of
his eye on the window. Once or twice it was
a question whether there was—not a bat, but
something more considerable—that had a mind
to join him. How unpleasant it would be if
some one had slipped noiselessly over the
sill and was crouching on the floor!
The tracing of the plan was done: it remained to compare it with the original, and to see whether any paths had been wrongly
