Of course the noises within the house and the talk of murders and even a mummy and talk of darkies and terrible magical darkness they were making the bobbies more than a little uncomfortable. Almost as much as having to deal with the aristocracy because one had to be careful with them, for they could get one into trouble.<br/><br/>One young bobby was passing the storage area, as he had been expected to search a few area’s of the house.<em> How the other half lived</em>still he had been able to grab a glass of scotch on the sly, and a good cigar too. He and the Mrs would share it later. However he was on edge there was something in the air…<br/><br/>It was then he heard the sneeze and then the shattering of something, he started, and tensed looking about with fear, after taking a deep breath he held it for a moment ant then threw open the door, his truncheon  at the ready. “What tha blaady ‘ell…you don’t look like the darkie…”<br/><br/>There was a pause, “You need ta cam wif me Sir….”<br/>