Tremayne frowned as he entered the foyer at Castlemaine with Gavin Thorne. The hall was still immaculate with a gleaming marble floor, and the faint scent of lemon in the air. It wasn't the place that was wrong, but rather the atmosphere.
The air was silent and lacked its usual bustle, voices and warmth. Davenport had his usual unflappable countenance, but even he seemed somehow...mournful. It was as if someone had died, except there were no wreaths of mourning showing. Odd.
Tremayne handed Davenport his hat and inquired, "Is his lordship about this morning?" Davenport answered, "He is indisposed, my lord." Davenport was stoic as usual, adding nothing further as he took Thorne's hat from him. Gavin inquired politely, "I hope he will not mind us taking advantage of his hospitality i
