Only Questions


“Oh dear,” she said as she peered into the garden. “There seem to be more of them.”

He joined her at the window. “Hell and death. When the devil did he do that?”

Her cup ratted against the china saucer. She steadied it with her free hand. “I don’t know. Perhaps he goes and builds them at night.”

“In the dark?”

She shrugged.

“I  do wish you would reconsider my suggestion.”

“To call the mad doctor? For the Earl? Never in life. Think of scandal.”

“I can’t think of anything except those damned cairns. Where does he find the stones?”


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