Sheldrake descended from his carriage and turned to look at the large, tired old grey building barricaded behind tall iron gates.
“Not very welcoming, is it?” he observed to Leon, who was holding the door for him.
“No sir, although the lawns and gardens seem well kept.”
“Hmph. Well, ring that monstrous black bell. Let’s see what sort of reception we get.”
Leon did as ordered, and the harsh clang brought a small girl, dressed in a well-pressed smock, her fluffy light brown hair pulled into high pigtails, running down the driveway. She peered through the bars of the gate at them and smiled. “Hello.” She paused then said, as though the words were unfamiliar, “May I help you?”
Sheldrake smiled and gave a little bow. “Hello young lady. My name is Sheldrake and I would like to speak with To
