The Grub-And-Stakers House A Haunt - Plot & Excerpts
Glunck was affable as always but not much help. “This is surely a genuine Victorian gaiter, Mrs. Monk. Circa 1880, I’d say offhand. But it definitely didn’t come from the ThorbisherFreep collection or anywhere else that I know of. Nor, I may say, do we need any purple gaiters. As you know, we’ve had no dearth of donated clothing.” Dittany agreed somberly. An astonishing number of local residents had been only too happy to foist off ancestral Sunday-go-to-meetings on the Architrave; the big problem was how to display these garments in ways that wouldn’t eat up too much space without making the donors feel slighted. But if Mr. Glunck said the museum possessed no purple gaiters, then it didn’t and there was no point in belaboring the matter. Which was not to say that Dittany was ready to quit. “They might have come out of the flea market stuff down cellar, Mr. Glunck. Though you wouldn’t know much about that, would you?” In those early weeks when the Gruband-Stakers were trying to turn John Architrave’s underfinanced legacy from a rundown old house into a bona fide museum, they’d been overwhelmed by a stream of donations ranging from carved coconuts to umbrella stands made of buffalo horns and alleged locks of Ivor Novello’s hair.
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