Snow shook Rebecca's hand briskly, some of the warmth from her car still clinging to her gloves.<br/><br/>"Good to meet you, Ms Quincy. I'm flattered to hear my reputation is growing." she said with a coy smile. "One more....well, I may as well start the introduction now, though it's mostly in the documents you have.<br/><br/>"You're right, Ms Knightley. This house was owned by the Greenwood family, a noble family that went back to the Wars of the Roses, and which appeared to die out in 1968, when the young lord and lady and their two children died in....well, it's been hard to determine what they died of. Some sources say tropical disease, others say it was some kind of poisoning. And since then, this house has been deserted. Well, not entirely, there are still arrangements in place to maintain the house and grounds, and the.....housekeeper is still here." Snow added, giving the solitary light in the porch an uneasy glance.<br/><br/>"As far as we can tell, the actual house has been in legal limbo ever since. Normally, you'd have long-lost cousins or friends of the family lining up to make a claim for a place like this, but it was dead silent. My firm only had a sealed letter to go on, that specified a date of opening.....and then named you all as the heirs, along with instructions on where to find you."