Page 90 of The Long Road Back to Yesterday

“Yes, sir.”

She showed him the entries.

Wynn read them before returning the notebook.

“I do not remember any of these names, but you may be looking in the wrong place.”

Elizabeth glanced at the books. “Where would you look, Dr. Wynn?”

“At people who live in the area.”

Darcy had finished his discussion with Mr. Radcliff and approached the table.

Dr. Wynn continued. “A physician hears things that are never printed. A man who believes he is dying may tell his physician something he has not told his sons. Women speak of matters they would never discuss with a neighbor. Families repeat stories received from grandparents until no one remembers who first told them.”

“Do you remember anything concerning Arbor Low?” Elizabeth asked.

“I spent more than forty years going into homes throughout this part of Derbyshire. There may be something in my memory that is of interest to you.”

“I should be grateful for anything you are willing to trust me with, sir.”

Dr. Wynn looked from her to Darcy. “You are involved in this enterprise as well?”

“Miss Elizabeth has permitted Georgiana and me to assist with her research.”

“A secret society of antiquarians?”

Georgiana, who had been listening from beside her brother, spoke.

“We are searching for the mysterious, miraculous, magical, or mystical.”

Elizabeth smiled.

Georgiana had taken hold of those fanciful words and had not surrendered them since.

Darcy addressed the physician. “Do not encourage her, sir.”

Dr. Wynn laughed. “I dare not. She might expect me to join you.”

Georgiana smiled at this.

Dr. Wynn turned back to the table and examined the books. His attention settled upon the Archaeologia volume.

“What is this?”

“It contains Reverend Pegge's account of Arbor Low, as well as papers concerning barrows and other ancient monuments. None of us has read it yet.”

“Who has what?”

“I have Brand. Miss Darcy is reading Camden. Mr. Darcy has undertaken Borlase.”

Mr. Darcy added, “Pegge and the complete works of Stukeley remain neglected.”

“I see. Then I shall spare Pegge further neglect and begin with this.”

Elizabeth stared at him. “You wish to help us?”

“I am retired, Miss Elizabeth. I sold my practice so that I might enjoy the privilege of having other people do my work. My old patients have not accepted the arrangement, but I can still command an hour of my own on most mornings.”