Mark pondered the invitation as he sipped on his tea. A weekend in the country seemed just the thing to take his mind off things, especially the rather strange things that had been happening recently. Shooting, that meant shotguns no doubt not a weapon that he owned.<br/><br/>All he had brought back from his army service was his service revolver, which he had purchased. The army frowned on bringing home a rifle and shotguns where never army issue. Hopefully guns would be provided for those that needed them. Mind made up he gave instructions to his housekeeper and then answered his correspondence before he went to pack.<br/><br/>He finished his packing and hesitated before pulling open a drawer and extracting his revolver and a box of ammunition. He put them into his suitcase and then closed it firmly.<br/>Hopefully there would be no cause to take out the weapon, but one never knew.<br/><br/>So it was that after paying of the carriage driver who had brought him from the station Mark walked up the steps and knocked sharply on the rather grand doors.<br/>