I returned to Mo’s mansion up in Sea Cliff. As usual, Parkinson let me in. “Cecil about?” I asked. “In his study, Mr. Garrett.” Parkinson took my coat and hung it on a rack by the door. “Anything I can get you, sir?” “No, thank you, Parkinson. I’m on duty, as it were.” I studied him closely and saw his distinguished features revealing the man he was, right down to his base values. He was the only true gentleman I’d ever known, and I felt like a better man for having met him. “I’ll be in the kitchen, should you need me.” If he guessed my reflections, he didn’t say. I wondered briefly what would make him tell anyone everything he knew. I shook myself out of that conundrum since there was another line of feline curiosity ahead of me, and I expected death to follow in its footsteps. I made my familiar trek to the study and found Cecil hard at work at the desk. He looked up as I entered without knocking.
