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<blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 9496548" data-attributes="member: 11760">I want whoever's awake to hear me over the sound of the storm, rather than going back to bed, and peeping on perfect strangers whose phone I hope to use seems ill-advised, so I use the knocker.A moment later, the door slowly opens. A tall man dressed in a dark formal suit opens the door, his face solemn.&quot;Yes?&quot;&quot;My car,&quot; I gesture back toward the road, where of course my car is nowhere to be seen, stuck as it is in a ditch on the far side. &quot;I need to use your phone, call the garage.&quot;The man watches me, showing no reaction to this.&quot;Come in,&quot; he says finally. &quot;The master is expecting you.&quot;I'm too rattled by the night's events to ask what he could possibly mean -- did the master see me approach through the upstairs window? -- and he leads me to a reception hall.From the outside, it seemed like the house was in danger of imminent collapse, but this hall is nice, with rich tapestries, oak panels and a solid carved wooden chair, set next to what looks like an antique table. Portraits line the walls.The butler, or whatever he is, vanishes.((Wait for the host to arrive: Page 277))((Study the paintings: Page 304))((Search for a phone: Page 238))</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Whizbang Dustyboots, post: 9496548, member: 11760"] I want whoever's awake to hear me over the sound of the storm, rather than going back to bed, and peeping on perfect strangers whose phone I hope to use seems ill-advised, so I use the knocker. A moment later, the door slowly opens. A tall man dressed in a dark formal suit opens the door, his face solemn. "Yes?" "My car," I gesture back toward the road, where of course my car is nowhere to be seen, stuck as it is in a ditch on the far side. "I need to use your phone, call the garage." The man watches me, showing no reaction to this. "Come in," he says finally. "The master is expecting you." I'm too rattled by the night's events to ask what he could possibly mean -- did the master see me approach through the upstairs window? -- and he leads me to a reception hall. From the outside, it seemed like the house was in danger of imminent collapse, but this hall is nice, with rich tapestries, oak panels and a solid carved wooden chair, set next to what looks like an antique table. Portraits line the walls. The butler, or whatever he is, vanishes. ((Wait for the host to arrive: Page 277)) ((Study the paintings: Page 304)) ((Search for a phone: Page 238)) [/QUOTE]

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