As I dropped the package beside the gate, a man sidled up to me.
‘Magnificent isn’t it, the house. Lord Harrington once lived here’.
Really’ I said.
‘Yes, he had a butler. Parsons was his name’.
‘Was it?’ I said as I walked away. He followed me.
‘And a cook. Mrs Jones. She prepared the Master’s food and Parsons took it to his room’.
‘Fascinating’ I replied as I jumped into my truck.
‘He died of food poisoning. Deliberate the police said. Mrs Jones was blamed and went to prison’
‘And Parsons?’ I asked.
‘Disappeared’ he muttered as he wandered off.
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