There were sunken gardens, with a fountain brought from the South of
France, and Greek peristyles, and seats of marble, and vases and
other treasures of art.

And then there were the stables; a huge Renaissance building, with a
perfectly equipped theatre above. There was a model farm and dairy;
a polo-field, and an enclosed riding-ring for the children; and
dog-kennels and pigeon-houses, greenhouses and deer-parks--one was
prepared for bear-pits and a menagerie. Finally, on their way back,
they passed the casino, where musical chimes pealed out the
quarter-hours. Montague stopped and gazed up at the tower from which
the sounds had come.

The more he gazed, the more he found to gaze at The roof of this
building had many gables, in the Queen Anne style; and from the
midst of them shot up the tower, which was octagonal and solid,
suggestive of the Normans. It was decorated with Christmas-wreaths
in white stucco, and a few miscellaneous ornaments like the gilded
tassels one sees upon plush curtains. Overtopping all of this was
the dome of a Turkish mosque. Rising out of the dome was something
that looked like a dove-cot; and out of this rose the slender white
steeple of a Methodist country church. On top of that was a statue
of Diana.

"What are you looking at?" asked the Major.

"Nothing," said Montague, as he moved on. "Has there ever been any
insanity in the Havens family?"

"I don't know," replied the other, puzzled. "They say the old man