"Right then." Albert said. He scribbled in his note book Carrington's solemn promise to appear. His duty done, he could go home. The faster he left this house the better, he found the brashness of the wealth on display rather vulgar. Not to mention the attitude of the occupants.

"I'll show myself out." the policeman answered. As he strode crisply across the floor, Bert couldn't help but smile at the prospect of the brutal hangover Carrington would have in the morning. The evils of drink did not adhere to class boundaries.