The head butler went to the study, knocked on the door and he heard a voice from behind, "come in," the butler with his trembling legs opened the door and entered and said, "you called for me Master Atkinson."
"Yes I did, I want to arrange a meeting with all the servants, right here in my study, you are dismissed."
Atkinson Warren, his face stern and demanding, as the servants walked in, domestic staff had quickly assembled and were now standing in a precise, nervous arranged line. He looked over the group all of them human, and therefore susceptible to intimidation.
"Answer me honestly," Atkinson commanded, his voice cold and penetrating. "Was there anyone that you saw at the tea party who did not feel familiar or seems odd?" The tension in the room was palpable. Some of them were trembling with their heads down, while others, seasoned professionals, simply stood with their heads still bowed, trying to appear invisible.
