Her mind was evidently set on death and burial, for she went on: "By the way, Rupert, I am told that the great church on time top of the cliff across the creek is St.Sava's, where the great people of the country used to be buried.

I want you to take me there some day.

We shall go over it, and look at the tombs and monuments together.

I really think I should be afraid to go alone, but it will be all right if you are with me." This was getting really dangerous, so I turned it aside: "Really, Aunt Janet, I'm afraid it won't do.

If you go off to weird old churches, and fill yourself up with a fresh supply of horrors, I don't know what will happen.