CLAYTON POINT OF VIEW.

The butler stood in front of me as if he was frozen. I found it eerie so I did not look his way. I took another sip of the wine.

"What do you think is wrong with her?" I asked him as I set the glass down.

"Well, sir, I think her sister is sick, or something," he said. "I heard her say something like that over the phone."

"Ohh, she has been using your phone to communicate, hasn't she," I said accusatoryly.

He bowed his head and said, "yes, she has. I figured that it ...