Chapter 19: Bishop
Devonshire
October 1926
It never fails. Bishop decided it was going to be one of those days. Nothing he did turned out the way he’d planned. He pulled down his tweed cap to keep it from blowing off his head in the fierce wind sweeping in from the lake. Something was working against him. The elements for sure.
He’d only just finished washing the turret windows, trimming the hedge near the main entrance, and sweeping the pine needles from the main steps, when the sky clouded over and brought with it a heavy downpour. In no time, rain filled the roof gutters and spilled down over the windows, making a mess of his work. Then, just as suddenly, the rain stopped. A fierce arctic wind pulled more needles from their branches and scattered them over the drive and stairs. Just
