He had a glass of port balanced in one hand, and one ankle rested on the opposite knee. The house was silent, and seeing as there was no one here to care but himself, he’d lit a thin cigar. He was sitting in the library, looking up at the life-size portrait of his grandfather, digesting the events of the day. He could not fathom why his pragmatic, intolerant grandfather had kept a man like Wareham on all these years. John drew on the cigar, let his head fall back, and blew the smoke upwards. Wareham had left without a word of complaint, according to Finch. No one here knew why Wareham had gone. John had not even told Finch the details. It was no one’s concern but his. He’d written to Harvey the minute he’d returned from seeing Katherine, informing him Wareham had been dismissed, and asking Harvey to advise all the other stewards Wareham had gone and to find a replacement. John had a feeling he’d missed something though. He sipped his port and his mind swung to childhood memories.
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