Chapter 17

“I forgot to mention something to you,” Carlton said.

“What?”

“The other day, when I happened to walk through the shell of the new garage, I felt cold.”

“You mean cold, like we felt upstairs in the little folly?” Eric said.

“Exactly like that.”

“So, what do you think that means?”

“I think it means that something involving our two—for want of a better word, alter egos—happened in the stables,” Carlton said. “Or maybe in the blacksmith shop that was adjacent to them.”

“I wonder why you didn’t feel anything before now?”

“I have no idea, unless it has something to do with the fact that there are walls and part of a roof over the spot now, for the first time in who knows how many decades,” Carlton said. “Yet another thing to investigate.”

“Yep. So, what’s on your agenda that I don’t know about?”

“I have an appointment in Atlanta at the end of July, and I’d kind of like for you to tag along.”

“Doing what?” Eric said.