Mark swirled the brandy around in the glass, watching the gold of it in the light from the fire. He listened to the inspector aware of the faint music in the background. Ignoring the music as he had been for a while he thought about the inspector’s words.<br/><br/>“Getting darker, that may be true one hears rumours and servants do gossip.” Mark smiled, “Not that I am one to listen to servants gossiping but, “he shrugged, “One overhears as it where.”<br/><br/>He drank the brandy feeling the warmth of it spreading through his body. “Well there certainly does appear to be strange things occurring, the howling and the gunfire for example.” Mark nodded, “Of course as any good Englishman would be I am only to happy to help the authorities when ever I can. When ever you are ready come and get me.”<br/>