CHAPTER TWOThere was a commotion in Lanchberry Close.
Richard could hear men’s voices and a thumping noise like someone beating a clenched fist against a door.
He pulled the covers over his head hoping that the noise would go away.
It was not quite nine o’clock and since his return to England several days ago, he had not felt much like getting out of bed before noon.
Each morning Travis brought him a tray of tea and toast to his bedroom and then just left him in peace.
But all the noise did not go away and when Travis politely knocked at the bedroom door and entered, the old butler was not carrying a tray and told him apprehensively,
“There be some gentlemen asking to see you, Mr. Richard. I told them that you are not at home, but they are very persistent.”
Richard rolled over in be
