“Mr Locke.” This time Gail was the first to throw his signature greeting at him. Her voice was steady, though her stomach wasn’t.

“You're here,” He observed dryly. “This is Evelyn, she's the housekeeper around here and the one you'll see most often. If you ever need anything, let her know.”

A middle-aged woman with a carefully neutral expression came forward. William spoke to the woman, “This is Gail. Show her to the guest room in the east wing, that's where she'll be ...