Chapter Twelve
‘Right,’ said Theo, at ten past eleven o’clock the following morning. ‘This is hopeless.’
After an uneasy night’s sleep and a hasty breakfast, he and Miss Frostell had set out, attended by a severed head and a possessed gargoyle, to find the troublesome Gussie.
To his chagrin, the pessimistic predictions of the abominable Selwyn siblings soon proved correct.
‘A dragon?’ echoed the owner of a smithy some three miles northwest of Starminster. ‘A dragon! I like that! Next he’ll be asking me if I’ve seen horses with wings.’
The man had laughed heartily, and gestured with his hammer for Theo to be gone, taking his foolish questions with him.
Miss Frostell had met with similar treatment in the village of Selington, though to her the proprietor of a haberdasher’s shop had bee
