Chapter Fourteen
Some said that the Book was haunted by the spectres of past Werths. Some said a former Werth had become the Book; that it was, itself, the product of the self-same Wyrdings that were recorded within.
If the latter was true, Gussie reflected, whoever it had been was not best pleased about it.
Beneath the great, massed pile known as Werth Towers was a set of cellars. The upper cellars were devoted to the storage of wines, as is usual, and liberally haunted with the spectres of past relations, which is not. These did not trouble Lady Werth or Gussie overmuch; most of them were thin, faded things whom only Nell could reach. Great-Aunt Honoria, though, was a different matter.
‘Watch where you are going,’ she snapped, as the exploratory party reached the bottom of the cellar
