As he came around to the rear and approached the back door, he noticed how suddenly darkness had crept up on him. Dusk was sucking up the natural light, so he pulled out his pocket torch. The small beam shone to the far side of the estate. It was only the evening, and it was spring, but the weather had been grey since morning so it was unsurprisingly bleak now. A few knocks on the door and adjacent windows, more for posterity than in genuine expectation, along with some customary ...