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child is a Groan. An authentic male Groan. Challenge to Change! No _Change_, Rottcodd. No Change!"
"Ah," said Rottcodd. "I see your point, Mr. Flay. But his lordship was not dying?"
"No," said Mr. Flay, "he was not dying, but _teeth lengthen_!" and he strode to the wooden
shutters with long, slow heron-like paces, and the dust rose behind him. When it had settled
Rottcodd could see his angular parchment-coloured head leaning itself against the lintel of the
window.
Mr. Flay could not feel entirely satisfied with his answer to Rottcodd's question covering
the reason for his appearance in the Hall of the Bright Carvings. As he stood there by the window
the question repeated itself to him again and again. Why Rottcodd? Why on earth Rottcodd? And yet
he knew that directly he heard of the birth of the heir, when his dour nature had been stirred so
violently that he had found himself itching to communicate his enthusiasm to another being -- from
that moment Rottcodd had leapt to his mind. Never of a communicative or enthusiastic nature he had
found it difficult even under the emotional stress of the advent to inform Rottcodd of the facts.
And, as has been remarked, he had surprised even himself not only for having unburdened himself at
all, but for having done so in so short a time.
He turned, and saw that the Curator was standing wearily by the Piebald Shark, his small
cropped round head moving to and fro like a bird"s, and his hands clasped before him with the
feather duster between his fingers. He could see that Rottcodd was politely waiting for him to go.
Altogether Mr. Flay was in a peculiar state of mind. He was surprised at Mr. Rottcodd for being so
unimpressed at the news, and he was surprised at himself for having brought it. He took from his
pocket a vast watch of silver and held it horizontally on the flat of his palm. "Must go," he said


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awkwardly. "Do you hear me, Rottcodd, I must go?"
"Good of you to call," said Rottcodd. "Will you sign your name in the visitors' book as
you go out?"
"No! Not a visitor." Flay brought his shoulders up to his ears. "Been with lordship thirty-
seven years. Sign a _book_," he added contemptuously, and he spat into a far corner of the room.
"As you wish," said Mr. Rottcodd. "It was to the section of the visitors' book devoted to
the staff that I was referring."
"No!" said Flay.
As he passed the curator on his way to the door he looked carefully at him as he came
abreast, and the question rankled. Why? The castle was filled with the excitement of the nativity.
All was alive with conjecture. There was no control. Rumour swept through the stronghold.
Everywhere, in passage, archway, cloister, refectory, kitchen, dormitory, and hall it was the
same. Why had he chosen the unenthusiastic Rottcodd? And then, in a flash he realized. He must
have subconsciously known that the news would be new tono one else; that Rottcodd was virgin soil
for his message, Rottcodd the curator who lived alone among the Bright Carvings was the only one
on whom he could vent the tidings without jeopardizing his sullen dignity, and to whom although
the knowledge would give rise to but little enthusiasm it would at least be new.
Having solved the problem in his mind and having realized in a dullish way that the
conclusion was particularly mundane and uninspired, and that there was no question of his soul
calling along the corridors and up the stairs to the soul of Rottcodd, Mr. Flay in a thin
straddling manner moved along the passages of the north wing and down the curve of stone steps
that led to the stone quadrangle, feeling the while a curious disillusion, a sense of having
suffered a loss of dignity, and a feeling of being thankful that his visit to Rottcodd had been
unobserved and that Rottcodd himself was well hidden from the world in the Hall of the Bright