Would the stories in pictures on the wall touch upon the black secrets of Harroway Hall? I think not. But I’m sure random flies and their narrow view at small parties would probably elicit very hushed yet profound tales of those gathered. I would throw money down that I was correct. But first, fresh country air was calling.
“Hold my jacket, James,” realizing it would be getting warmer. “Hopefully, she is better at following my lead this morning after yesterday’s disastrous ride.“
“Yes, sir. The wire you made me tape onto the whip should provide you the results you want.