The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding

A cough made them turn. A handsome young man was also looking at the monstrous house.

‘Plaguey big place,’ he said. ‘Too big for nowadays — or so they say. I dunno about that. If I won a football pool and made a lot of money, that's the kind of house I'd like to build.’

He smiled bashfully at them.

‘Reckon I can say so now — that there house was built by my great-grandfather,’ said Alfred Pollock. ‘And a fine house it is, for all they call it Greenshaw's Folly!’