He was a lively little man with a fund of
interesting stories furnished by the lighter side of his work, and
altogether the luncheon was quite amusing.
When it was over Morriston suggested that, not to waste the daylight,
they should begin their tour of the house; he called upon Gifford to
share the duties of guidance, and the party moved off.
"Hope you haven't been bored all the morning, Hugh," Kelson said to his
friend as they found themselves side by side. "Any news at the _Lion_?
Has Henshaw turned up yet?"
Gifford shook his head. "No. Host Dipper has had another telegram of
inquiry from the brother, but had nothing to tell him in return."
Kelson's face became grave. "It really does begin to look serious,"
he remarked.
"Yes; Dipper has been interviewing the police on the subject."
"Has he? Well, I only hope Henshaw has not been playing the fool, or
worse, and caused all this fuss for nothing."
The party moved on to the great hall where the dancing had taken
place, and so to the passage connecting the main building with the
ancient tower.
"Now this is the part which will no doubt interest you most, Mr.
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