‘It’s remarkably interesting, you know,’ said O’Hara. ‘They’re called the Dancing Druids, and one of them did dance. You can’t get away from that. It’s having buried that fellow’s head and hands with the other bodies which has finally done down those murderers.’
It was left to the Chief Constable, however, to say the last word about dancing. It was addressed, moreover, to Mrs. Bradley.
‘You’ve got something—I don’t know what to call it, you know, Beatrice,’ he said. ‘But you always make me think of that fellow—Dante, was it?—“and then a star danced, and under it you were born.” ’
‘Don’t make love to her in front of my face,’ said his wife.
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1. I am indebted, for this and much other fascinating information, to Prehistoric England, by Grahame Clark.—G. M.
2. Gilbert Keith Chesterton— The Club of Queer Trades.
3. This boy afterwards became Assistant Keeper in the Department of Archaeology in the University Museum at Padmancaster, and wrote a standard work on Bronze Age Survivals in Britain.
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