Kathy drove her trap into the Mitchell's drive way to be stopped by a uniformed officer. "I say, what is the meaning of this?" She demanded.<br/><br/>"Sorry, milady, but no-one may come or go. This is a crime scene, don't ya know?"<br/><br/>"No I most certainly do not!" Kathy blustered, playing her role to the hilt. "I have an appointment with Lady Mitchell Junior, and I demsnd to be admitted." She snapped her whip at the bay gelding pulling the trap and the horse obediently trotted forwards, leaving the bemused constable blowing his whistle to attract the attention of others nearer the house.<br/><br/>She used the same force of her personality and her right of command on them. A person used to getting her own way, an elemental force of nature, the lowly peelers could not stand before her and were simply blown aside by her determination as she marched into the house. "Lady Sarah?" She called out, loudly. "Lady Sarah? What on earth is going on?"