Dr Mark Harman smiled as he shut his black bag, “I am sure that the medicine will relieve your distress. Take two spoonfuls every four hours.” The Dowager Lady Mary Hornwell smiled fondly at him. “I am so grateful doctor that you came out. I do so hope that you are not inconvenienced.”<br/><br/>Mark smiled, “Not at all, I am always happy to help a dear friend. But now I am late for a mummy unwrapping of all things and I must bid you good evening.”<br/><br/>As he exited the room he paused at the hall mirror, a weather beaten face still with a faded tan from many a year spent in the Indian army stared back at him. His brown tweed suit was still acceptable and then he hurried out to find a handsome cab.<br/><br/>The handsome cab driver was only too happy to put a move on for the promised shilling extra and soon Mark was standing at the door to the house and ringing the bell. There seemed to be some kind of commotion going on but no doubt his host would explain.<br/>