I arrived at the mansion when the shadows of the night were already looming over my back.
The employees and security personnel recognized me immediately, each and every one of them, and although I appreciated the courtesies they showed me, at times, they seemed exaggerated.
Several of them bowed so low that their jaws almost touched their knees when greeting me.
The third one who did it, I asked him not to bother, but he seemed scolded and did it even more pompously. I had to overlook it and asked for my mother.
"Mrs. Marlowe left in the afternoon, miss. She didn't leave a reason for when she would return, but I will inform her that you asked for her," replied a man who, although I understood he was the butler of the property, seemed more like a kind of motorized bodyguard, very hand
