CHAPTER V

HIS MEMORY, however, was not entirely reliable in regard to essentials. But he remembered one recent trifle and produced a sensation by its recital. “It’s a funny thing,” quavered the old man, as he offered a limp hand at parting, “that all sorts of people want to know about that there house. I had a young lady here a day or two ago—pretty as a picture she was, a bit of a girl. She said she was writing a book about houses and wanted to know if I had any old plans. And, sure enough, up come the question of this hous…