Lavinia gasped. Where was her inheritance? Her Maseratis?
Lord Grope burbled: his mind struggled to get a grip on whatever it was that had happened.
Gibberish stared, wide-eyed.
Grimper looked around, the furrowed lines between his eyebrows betrayed deep, logical thinking.
“Everyone out,” he said finally, quietly but firmly.
Lord Grope continued to burble.
Grimper repeated “Everyone out” and led Lavinia and Gibberish by the elbows back out into the corridor.
Mr Arnthwaite Grimper, assuming control, appeared to have grown a few inches taller. In adversity, he’d become... Someone Else. He had become what he was born to be.