I knew something was amiss when I woke and the sun was creeping six inches closer to my bed than the it should. I had over slept and was almost positive to the cause. Not since I was young had anyone needed to wake me as I am one of those few people that can choose the time of my own waking with some preternatural accuracy, rarely deviating more than ten minutes either direction. After I made my self the minimum of presentable, still much better than Agnes the day before, I headed into the hallway and then the downstairs of the silent house. Cook had a fearful look in her face as she must know that I was aware that she was the one who had spiked my tea. Uncle truly hadn’t intended for me to assist and was at this moment, thinking, rightly so, that he had given me the slip on the perfect piece of subterfuge. He had taken the hounds, Sergei, Gabriel and James. He left me Stephen, who I could never take and leave the house unmanned, Adeline who was obviuosly in collusion, Mss Pimms who had a constitutiuon ill suited to adventure and Jenkins the gardener. Realizing that I had been played most badly, I vowed to force my will.
Peter's stuff.