Mr Cockley soon arrived downstairs in the doorway of the servants quarters he tipped his hat towards those present and peered about the room for food and drink.  Smiling warmly the east end man who looked quite strange in his drivers uniform peered across at the other folk present and chirped up with his lively east end voice.<em>“ Chance of a cuppa for a ole driver ? the mists are biting like fleas on the ole hermits dog tonight.” </em><br/><br/>Mr Cockley grinned brightly at one of the maids passed him a cup and he moved himself so he was not in the way of anyone,  he slipped one hand into his coat and pulled out a small bottle of liqueur tipping a generous measure into his tea before holding it out in offer to the other servants present.<br/><br/><em>“So what's all the bother bout with the lord's an ladies then ? I heard they got some old rotten feller to nose at or sumthin daft.  Bloody buy anything won't they, mine just bought a skull or sumthin daft like that supposedly from tha America or sumin, why would ya wan tha useless shit.” </em><br/><br/>He slurped at his tea and listen to the talk of the others chiming in again when the started to mention spookiness.<em>“Ere you think it's haunted do yer, that probably why they invited Miss Ashwin then she's one those Spirit..Spirital..she's one those daft table wobbler's or whatever you call em. They say er mother was too, say that ere family has a habit of it, all bloody insane more like. Quite famous she though, heard em talking about her mother and father before, he some loon Earl of some place or sumwhat. Ain't right is it, messin with tha dead, what's the dead gotta say to us anyway if they was wise wouldnt be dead would they.” </em>He chuckled to himself and drained the rest of his tea before glaring across the room at a large bubbling pot of broth.<em>“That..looks good, mind if I ave a bowl ? Cold outside you know.”</em>