Chapter Twenty-One - Owen Johnson
Horace flopped down heavily on the short path leading to the house. He was totally unconscious as far as his companion was able to tell. Aubrey bent down over him in concern and was relieved to see that the essential blue contact lenses were still in position. He took off his jacket, folded it up and then placed it under Horace’s head to make him more comfortable. Undecided as to what to do next, he heard the front door of the house opening. He looked up to see a bald, stern, middle-aged man emerging from it wearing a white apron over his dark suit.
Aubrey decided he had to be the butler who had been warned of their arrival by the push-button on the front gate.
“I have an appointment with Mister Johnson,” he told the man, “but unfortunately, my colleagu
