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<blockquote data-quote="Andrew D. Gable" data-source="post: 1876518" data-attributes="member: 4144">Trevor: Charles Street, WestminsterTrevor hails a cab which conveys himself and Dr. Hewitt to Charles Street.&nbsp; Walsingham gets out, but Hewitt continues on to his home in Kensington.&quot;I'll be seeing you in the morning, Trevor,&quot; he says, waving as the carriage sets off towards Piccadilly and thence to Kensington.&nbsp; Trevor waves farewell for now to Dr. Hewitt and fumbles with his key, eventually getting the front door open. &quot;It's alright, it's Trevor,&quot; Willie's voice calls out.&nbsp; From another room emerges Ferris, the butler, carrying a pool cue like a club.&nbsp; &quot;Sir,&quot; he says, dropping the club.&quot;What on earth's going on here?&quot; Trevor asks.&nbsp; Ferris says nothing, but beckons him into the sitting room.&nbsp; The room is a complete shambles - books ripped off bookcases, hurriedly leafed through, and thrown onto the floor, the desk drawer opened and papers scattered.&nbsp; &quot;I'd gone out for some time, to buy a few things,&quot; the butler explains.&nbsp; &quot;Mrs. Osborn was downstairs cleaning, Bridey was upstairs.&nbsp; Mr. Stemple here had arrived at the house just as I was approaching.&nbsp; Said you'd sent him here.&nbsp; When we got here, both Mrs. Osborn and Bridey were locked in one of the upstairs bedrooms.&quot;An instant later, Bridey comes from the direction of the kitchen.&nbsp; &quot;Thank goodness you're alright,&quot; she says.&nbsp; &quot;Mrs. Osborn is upstairs.&nbsp; Poor woman got a dreadful fright.&nbsp; What can have happened?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Andrew D. Gable, post: 1876518, member: 4144"] [b]Trevor: Charles Street, Westminster[/b] Trevor hails a cab which conveys himself and Dr. Hewitt to Charles Street. Walsingham gets out, but Hewitt continues on to his home in Kensington. "I'll be seeing you in the morning, Trevor," he says, waving as the carriage sets off towards Piccadilly and thence to Kensington. Trevor waves farewell for now to Dr. Hewitt and fumbles with his key, eventually getting the front door open. "It's alright, it's Trevor," Willie's voice calls out. From another room emerges Ferris, the butler, carrying a pool cue like a club. "Sir," he says, dropping the club. "What on earth's going on here?" Trevor asks. Ferris says nothing, but beckons him into the sitting room. The room is a complete shambles - books ripped off bookcases, hurriedly leafed through, and thrown onto the floor, the desk drawer opened and papers scattered. "I'd gone out for some time, to buy a few things," the butler explains. "Mrs. Osborn was downstairs cleaning, Bridey was upstairs. Mr. Stemple here had arrived at the house just as I was approaching. Said you'd sent him here. When we got here, both Mrs. Osborn and Bridey were locked in one of the upstairs bedrooms." An instant later, Bridey comes from the direction of the kitchen. "Thank goodness you're alright," she says. "Mrs. Osborn is upstairs. Poor woman got a dreadful fright. What can have happened?" [/QUOTE]

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