"
I remembered the entry in Freeman's diary, concerning the loss of a
"Keye," which hadn't been found among his father's papers, and of a
secret which had died with the older man.
"I think I told you," said The Author, "that this house was built by
master masons, shortly after the Grand Lodge was established in
London. Thirty-three is rather a significant number. Yet, how to
apply it," he paused, frowning.
"Without disturbing a Watcher in the Dark?" Alicia made light of
The Authors itch for mystery. "Aren't you rather forgetting the
Watcher in the Dark? Teller of tales, isn't it moon-stuff you're
trying to spin?"
"Who talks of a Watcher in the Dark?" asked a pleasant voice.
Accompanied by Mr. Johnson, Mr. Nicholas Jelnik had strolled up
unperceived.
"The Author," Alicia explained, mischievously, "is trying to make
sense out of nonsense."
"That," said Mr. Jelnik, smiling, "is not an uncommon occupation."
"It's all about a bit of doggerel we found on a scrap of paper in
the attic," I told him. And I quoted it, adding: "There was a column
of dots under it. The Author laments that he lost it, before he had
chance to unravel it.
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