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It was almost as if the fire simply stopped along a vertical plane between the northern
annexe and the rest of the house. I suspect it was probably more to do with the lower
roof line and fire doors rather than some strange supernatural force.
The annexe felt institutionalised with its plain, tired decoration. There was very
little (if any) of the house’s original fixtures here. This is not surprising given
how the house was first leased to the forces as a convalescent home for young
American offices in 1917. The following year it was sold to a William H. Dennis, who
didn’t like village life, and so the hall remained partially vacant (and presumably unchanged).
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