<strong>Cigars and Port in the Library</strong><br/><br/>The men sat around the table for a while, chatting as the ladies were shown through to more appropriate surroundings and conversation. Finally the men retired to the Library for more port and cigars. The men discussed guns and favoured weapons, a few spoke rather more primal matters now that the women were no longer there.<br/><br/>All sorts of hunting pursuits came into the conversation. Of course everyone offered condolences about the untimely demise of the new Lord’s brother though the subject was soon left as the poor man did not want to speak of it. The man appeared a little lost without his wife close though was still able to make polite conversation, and at least the cigar smoke was more flattering to his pale complexion.<br/><br/>The inspector seemed to slip out of sight for most, but he remained vigilant and just watched for now he was trying to just keep control of his own mind. There were so many threads here.<br/><br/>Passing a glance to one corner when he heard that damned music again the doctor was sure he saw a figure passing some of the books, yet when he looked again it was gone. Still there was something unnerving about this place.<br/>