Hector knocked on the door and waited patiently.
The door opened, and one of the maids appeared in the opening. Her eyebrows rose at seeing all these men on the doorstep.
"How can I help?" she asked. Her voice tremored.
The bottom of her skirt was wet, and in her hands, she was holding a wet cloth that she was mopping the living room floor with when the door knocked, and she went to open it.
"I want to speak to Lord Malcolm." Hector answered. "Can you call him?"
The maid swallowed hard, clutching the wet garment in her hands. She looked behind her anxiously, but there was no one to be seen.
"Um… I- I'm not sure if he's here," she responded.
Hector looked at her and narrowed his eyes. What did she mean by "she was not sure"? Was she trying to cover for him?
“How come you're not sure
