“I suppose,” Sir Giles said, glancing round him, “if you had succeeded in cheating the Archdeacon out of the Graal, you’d have kept it in here.”
“Here or hereabouts,” Gregory said. “The trouble is that in the alterations which earlier inhabitants of the house made the old chapel was converted, at least the upper part of it, into these rooms — my sitting-room, my bedroom, my bathroom, and so on. So far as I can understand, the bathroom — or what is almost the bathroom — is just over where the altar stood; so that to restore the chalice to its most suitable position would be almost impossible.”
“As a matter of manners,” the Archdeacon admitted, “perhaps. But surely not more so than achieving it — if I may say so — by throwing dust in the eyes of its keeper. No, I don’t speak personally, Mr
