Minding the movement of the train, you’re careful not to spill the tea tray as you make your way to Mr. Benvolio’s private train carriage. Still dressed in his bathrobe, he looks up from the paperwork and gives you a tired smile. Thank you, my dear. However I must confess, after all the questioning by the police and the detective I feel that I could use something a little stronger than tea.
Comments
0No comments yet.