Algernon turned, restless and awkward on the lounge. His eyes slit open and he frowned, not recognising where he was. Curtains had been kept drawn on the dark room. A fire crackled in the fireplace to little effect. No warmth spread from the marble hearth.
‘Clement?’ he called. ‘What the deuce is going on?’
When Clement didn’t appear, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking about him at the furniture he recognised, but did not at all seem familiar. He stumbled to the window and pulled at the curtains. Bright sunlight flooded in, filling his head with pain and regained memory. He turned back to the room, the unsettling feeling of being displaced gone as he remembered the intruders and the violence, and Clement falling to the floor.
‘Clement!’ He crossed the room and pushed the bedroom do
