Chapter FourteenWalking up the short path to the estate’s front gate it became clear something was not right. The few gas lamps lining the street, along with those positioned to illuminate the gatehouse, were all extinguished. The garden path beyond the gate was also dark, and I could see little light bleeding across the grounds from the distant house. When I had left, though the policemen supposedly on duty had been oddly missing, the path at least had lanterns illuminating the way from the house to the gate. The fact there was now no policemen and no lights indicated something was terribly wrong.
Unarmed except for my razor wit, which many would argue made me totally defenceless—especially since I was now regretting leaving my sword cane behind—I crept through the gate and immediately s
