<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/gfyjd_jpg.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Albert Godfrey<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lord Greymore's Rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>When:</strong>Half past noon<br/><strong>What:</strong>Investigating<br/><hr/><br/>Albert had been making his rounds as he often did and being as the Lord Greymore was to be leaving, he was closing up private parts of the house so that they could be inspected and cleaned if necessary. So to find someone in Lord Greymore's chambers was not surprising, but what was surprising was to find a newly hired maid that had barely elevated herself above kitchen help.<br/><strong><br/>“Miss Price?”</strong>He inquired as he stepped into the room, his voice as calm as it always carried itself to be.<strong>“Might I inquire what you are doing in Lord Greymore's chambers?”</strong>Albert had long stopped crossing his arms, those that knew him from the look on his face, usually could tell if he was angry or unhappy, he wasn't in this case, he actually did like the girl that was now under his magnifying glass, but one does not go where one was not assigned to be.<br/><br/><strong>“You are a parlor maid, are you not?”</strong>