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that could make it exciting.’
The gong sounded for dinner at 8.00 pm precisely. All the guests then went into the dining room led by Charles Brompton and the most important female guest, Lady Hetty Porchester who was the lady in red satin that Wyn and Betty had noticed Mr Charles looking at earlier. Hester Brompton brought up the rear with Sir John Porchester who wasn’t taking his eyes off Charles or his wife. After dinner the Ladies had gone into the drawing room for coffee for a short time while the men had their port. After that the real entertainment of the night had started. They were all playing cards. It was one of their favourite pastimes and was taken very seriously. Charles Brompton loved to play Baccarat but unfortunately for him, was not very good at it. That night he lost a lot of money.
Wyn and Betty had been told to help with the clearing of the table and the washing up of the dishes. The guests had already left the table so they went into the dining room to find a total mess. Some of the guests had got a little over excited and had started throwing food at each other.
‘That’s all we need at this time of night,’ said Betty, ‘it’s going to take us hours to sort this lot out.’
‘Come on,’ Wyn said, ‘the sooner we start, the sooner we finish. Look at these plates, don’t you think they’re lovely?’ The whole dinner service was made of delicate china with a gold stripe around the rim and flowers in the middle.
‘Right at this moment, I don’t care what the plates look like, I just want to get out of here,’ replied Betty. Two hours later they had finished and were sitting in the kitchen relaxing with a cup of tea before they went to bed. Mrs Davis was sitting in a chair dozing in front of the fire when the door opened and William walked in.
‘You should hear the noise coming from the drawing room. I think someone has lost a lot of money at cards. There’s a lot of shouting that someone had been cheating,’ he said. ‘I reckon you should get to bed. There’s going to be trouble tonight and I don’t think you girls should be downstairs when it starts.’
Sure enough, just after Wyn and Betty went to bed they heard a lot of doors banging and men shouting at each other. They could also hear the quiet voice of Hester Brompton trying to calm things down. Eventually they heard footsteps heading up the stairs as everyone retired for the night. The house went quiet.
‘That sounded like an interesting party,’ Wyn remarked, ‘I hope everything is alright now.’ She was just dropping off to sleep when she heard a scream coming from one of the bedrooms. The house was suddenly full of noise with people running along the corridors. ‘What do you think has happened Wyn?’ asked Betty.
‘I don’t know, Wyn replied. ‘Try and ignore it and get some sleep, it’s nearly time to get up already and I‘m still tired. It’s nothing to do with us.’
The next morning they went down to the kitchen to start work to find Mrs Davis already in the kitchen. ‘Sit down she told them. Did you hear all the noise last night?’ They both nodded.
‘It was because Mr Brompton accused Mr Porchester of cheating at cards and in return Mr Porchester accused Mr Charles of trying to seduce his wife,’ she informed them. ‘After everyone went to bed Mr Porchester sneaked into Mr Charles’s room and tried to strangle him. Fortunately for Mr Charles, Mrs Brompton was in the room with him. She was the one who screamed.’
‘Where are they all now?’ asked Wyn.
Mrs Davis replied that the house party had ended early and everyone would be leaving shortly.
‘The Porchesters have already gone,’ she said. ‘No-one wants to involve the police.
CHAPTER THREE
Although Charles Brompton owned a very large sugar plantation in Jamaica that gave him a very
The gong sounded for dinner at 8.00 pm precisely. All the guests then went into the dining room led by Charles Brompton and the most important female guest, Lady Hetty Porchester who was the lady in red satin that Wyn and Betty had noticed Mr Charles looking at earlier. Hester Brompton brought up the rear with Sir John Porchester who wasn’t taking his eyes off Charles or his wife. After dinner the Ladies had gone into the drawing room for coffee for a short time while the men had their port. After that the real entertainment of the night had started. They were all playing cards. It was one of their favourite pastimes and was taken very seriously. Charles Brompton loved to play Baccarat but unfortunately for him, was not very good at it. That night he lost a lot of money.
Wyn and Betty had been told to help with the clearing of the table and the washing up of the dishes. The guests had already left the table so they went into the dining room to find a total mess. Some of the guests had got a little over excited and had started throwing food at each other.
‘That’s all we need at this time of night,’ said Betty, ‘it’s going to take us hours to sort this lot out.’
‘Come on,’ Wyn said, ‘the sooner we start, the sooner we finish. Look at these plates, don’t you think they’re lovely?’ The whole dinner service was made of delicate china with a gold stripe around the rim and flowers in the middle.
‘Right at this moment, I don’t care what the plates look like, I just want to get out of here,’ replied Betty. Two hours later they had finished and were sitting in the kitchen relaxing with a cup of tea before they went to bed. Mrs Davis was sitting in a chair dozing in front of the fire when the door opened and William walked in.
‘You should hear the noise coming from the drawing room. I think someone has lost a lot of money at cards. There’s a lot of shouting that someone had been cheating,’ he said. ‘I reckon you should get to bed. There’s going to be trouble tonight and I don’t think you girls should be downstairs when it starts.’
Sure enough, just after Wyn and Betty went to bed they heard a lot of doors banging and men shouting at each other. They could also hear the quiet voice of Hester Brompton trying to calm things down. Eventually they heard footsteps heading up the stairs as everyone retired for the night. The house went quiet.
‘That sounded like an interesting party,’ Wyn remarked, ‘I hope everything is alright now.’ She was just dropping off to sleep when she heard a scream coming from one of the bedrooms. The house was suddenly full of noise with people running along the corridors. ‘What do you think has happened Wyn?’ asked Betty.
‘I don’t know, Wyn replied. ‘Try and ignore it and get some sleep, it’s nearly time to get up already and I‘m still tired. It’s nothing to do with us.’
The next morning they went down to the kitchen to start work to find Mrs Davis already in the kitchen. ‘Sit down she told them. Did you hear all the noise last night?’ They both nodded.
‘It was because Mr Brompton accused Mr Porchester of cheating at cards and in return Mr Porchester accused Mr Charles of trying to seduce his wife,’ she informed them. ‘After everyone went to bed Mr Porchester sneaked into Mr Charles’s room and tried to strangle him. Fortunately for Mr Charles, Mrs Brompton was in the room with him. She was the one who screamed.’
‘Where are they all now?’ asked Wyn.
Mrs Davis replied that the house party had ended early and everyone would be leaving shortly.
‘The Porchesters have already gone,’ she said. ‘No-one wants to involve the police.
CHAPTER THREE
Although Charles Brompton owned a very large sugar plantation in Jamaica that gave him a very
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