She walked slowly over to the sofa and sat down between Jim and Honey. Edgar Carver, perceiving how crushed she was, rolled his chair over to her as her brothers and Di gathered close around the divan. “Take heart, Trixie,” Mr. Carver said. “Just because I am ignorant of any such passage, doesn’t mean there isn’t one.” “But certainly you would have heard about it, wouldn’t you?” Trixie asked despairingly. “Not necessarily,” he answered. “You see, after the untimely death of my mother and father, I was raised by a succession of nurses and governesses who were hired by the executors of my father’s estate. The chances are they would not have known anything about any such secret passage. And I was much too young to remember anything about it, even if I had been told by my father.” “And you haven’t any idea where it might be?” Trixie asked, grasping at straws. “I’m sorry, I don’t, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find it.” Mr. Carver was obviously trying to encourage her.
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