'As long as you're all right, Sir.' Lorna was grinning at the antics of this naked man who was so open. He may be a murderer; she reminded herself. Oh, dear, God! She heard the water in the tank refilling itself, or perhaps some servant was busy with pails of water, she neither knew nor cared which.
'Oh, I'm all right, William.' Weaver blew again, dancing around disconcertingly. 'Yes, poor old Johnny Findhorn. He was always struggling for blunt you know, always doing without to benefit his family so when he came to me for a position I was only too pleased to oblige.'
'He came to you for a position, Sir?' Lorna heard the water above slow to a trickle and hoped she could find out a little more about Findhorn before she pulled the douche lever again.
'That's right,' Weaver gave a little sh
