Such a lovely night! Dusk is falling around the garden and the gravel is clattering softly under my pumps as I walk up the path to the villa with its high, pointed roof. Passing the pear trees and roses on the side lawn I enter by the kitchen door on the gable. He's given me a key of my own, "you two are always welcome" he added with a knowing smile. After getting my coat off I look around a little - no one around yet but they'll soon be here. I busy myself with making some coffee and while it's brewing take a stroll down the corridor to the arched door that opens on the big imperial bedroom. A big space with paintings of family forefathers here and there on the walls, walnut panels, a silver chandelier and a lovely green and blue rug. The two meter wide empire bed looks rich and inviting, I lift up a corner of the blue covering sheet and underneath are the rich, glossy red satin sheets. At the head end there's thick feathery pillows. I also notice some tiny hooks and rings in the headboard; no idea what they could be for but perhaps comething used to be fitted into them.<br/><br/>The room is lofty, with a real vaulted ceiling and a big crystal crown hanging down. On the left side of the chamber there's two wooden beams running a bit under the ceiling, about 2½ meters up from the floor. I can see two flags hanging from one of them, navy flags it seems. This must have been a navy family at one time; in a bookcase there's some large books of maps and a big roll of trusty naval rope; I guess that's an heirloom.<br/><br/>I return to the kitchen to pour some coffee into a mug and look at the spacious white room, wondering what will happen when Mr.Novak arrives.