Chapter Six
Invitation To A Candlelight Dinner
“This is for you, Mr. Travis.” Vidov handed me a fancy envelope, the flap secured with blood-red sealing wax.
“What is it?” I turned it over in my hand, not sure whether or not I wanted to know.
“Open it, sir. It’s simple enough for even an American to understand.” He smirked, “with a little help, of course.”
Irritated, I broke the seal and pulled out a folded sheet of stiff parchment paper. The message was written in a spider web-thin script with red ink; at least, I hoped it was just ink.
To our Dear houseguest, Mr. Travis:
My sisters and I would like the pleasure of Your presence at a welcoming dinner this evening, After nightfall at eight o’clock. It is our tradition to have our newest arrival attend as our guest of honor, so we may
