CHAPTER SIXPharaoh appeared on the step with a young man of mountainous proportions, whom he directed to start carrying in Gina's baggage. He explained himself slowly and with lots of gestures and the young giant nodded ponderously to show that he understood.
"Who is he?" John demanded of Pharaoh.
"His name is Harry, Your Grace. A sweet natured lad, but –" he gave a shrug. "Shall we say, not equipped to make his own way in the world?"
John needed no further telling that Harry was a lost sheep. He was beginning to understand that almost nobody else would work at the castle. Tennison, the butler, was still there, but apart from him John had seen nobody that he recognised.
Pharaoh added,
"Harry takes care of the kitchen garden, Your Grace. The vegetables he grows are a wonder to behold.
