Chapter Twenty Seven
Cragmire Tower
The crooked high-street practically constituted the entire hamlet of the Somerset village nearest the Tower.
It went by the name of Saul, and its inn, The Wagoners, was the last house in the street; though a tavern was the last thing upon our minds at that moment as we followed the ribbon of moor-path to the top of the rise. When reaching it, we could stand and look back upon the way we had come and, although we had covered fully a mile of ground, it was possible to detect the sunlight gleaming now and then upon the gilt lettering of the inn sign as it swayed in the breeze. The day had been unpleasantly warm, but was relieved by this same sea breeze, which, although but slight, had in it the tang of the broad Atlantic.
Behind us, then, the footpath s
