Jake Randolph in "The Eternal Night" Pt. 41

The butler greeted us at the door, a sour looking little man that had all the charm of a soggy pancake. He directed us to the drawing room. I told him okay but we didn’t bring our pencils. He looked at me like I was a fork on the right side of the plate. Mason and I sat down and waited for Mr. Sperry.

The drawing room was filled with the kind of pretentious objets d’art that only the truly rich can retain any kind of fondness for.

And the house had an eerie silence.

It was like a mortuary...