*Grayson*
The shrieking begins at precisely four o'clock.
I am absolutely certain of the time because I have just returned from my afternoon run, turning back to my human form and am striding toward my chambers when I pass the large clock in the hallway. The ear-splitting crescendo reverberates throughout the manor.
The last time my mother issued such a shrill cry, she spotted a mouse hovering in fear beneath her vanity table. Fortunately, Eddie has an uncanny talent for catching rodents, a skill he mastered during his time in the London streets. He managed to capture the errant creature and remove it from the premises.
Or so he claimed. I suspect he may have made a pet of it.
Eddie is already on his way up the stairs when I reach them.
"I'm bettin' it's another mouse, Guv’ner," Eddi
