Gradually the majority of the gathering came into the drawing room, waiting for the Yard. The lovely<strong>Bethany</strong>was able to arrange tea along with Mrs Burford, who was very calm. At least on the surface. The young maid was able to see the chaos in the kitchens she had certainly been lucky to be upstairs at the time of the most strange event.<br/><br/>There was a good deal of broken crockery and some of the staff had minor cuts and bruises.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the stable master struggled yet further with the horses, a dark bird flew over the house.<br/><br/>There was a knock at the back entrance which caused a little more fear and a few screams. It was there a small waif like stray stood. She was skinny, dark eyed and pale, with straggly black hair.<br/>