I think
you were running beyond lawful speed."
"Here's your latest acquisition." Jeff pointed it out, picking up the
copper slab and holding it at the stretch of his arms for inspection.
Doctor Churchill turned and regarded it with interest. Then his bright
glance shifted to Charlotte, and he smiled at her.
"That's great, isn't it?" he said, and she nodded, smiling.
Just, returning, shouted. "Trust 'em both to get round anything that may
turn up! 'That's great!' is certainly safe and non-committal of a
four-foot motto that's of no earthly use."
"Well, but I like it," Doctor Churchill asserted, and came over to
Charlotte's side, where he examined the copper slab with attention.
"Don't you believe that will pretty nearly fit the depression in the
fireplace just above the shelf?"
Her interested look responded to his. "Why, I believe it will!" she
answered.
"Who sent it?"
"We can't find out."
"No card? That's odd. But there may be something about it to show. It
looks to me as if it had been made for that place. If it proves to fit,
we can narrow the mystery down to the few people who have seen the new
fireplace.
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