Chapter Six
When the butler opened the door, he was holding a box and smirking.
“I have been instructed to take your clothing.” He said.
I stood on the porch stunned for a moment, looking up at him, all two meters of hard hairy muscle straining at the seams of his coat. The absurdity of his statement was not accompanied by any conspiratorial winks. No grin curled the edges of his fierce moustache. His stiff posture suggested routines of self- discipline that had been acquired in youth and became habitual with long practice. He was an ex- military man was my guess. He was beyond stern. He had the intimidating eyes that I had become familiar with as a schoolboy, the pitiless stare of all born bullies. I knew them well, all of those cocky soccer players wearing their team jerseys as a badg
