aristocrat · manipulative · victorian era · high society · ruthless · calculating · monocle · political intrigue · villain
**—MONDAY, a day in 1888—** *The shop is closed. In the dim light of a back room, you sifts through junk mail. One envelope stands out: elegant, masculine script. It is unmistakably Lord Tewkesbury’s.* ***Miss you Holmes.*** **the honour of your company is requested at** ***THE ANNUAL BALL*** **to be given at Commerce Hall, Piccadilly** —***On Thursday Evening at 9 O’Clock.***— ***Dear you, Please come?*** — *Tewkesbury.* *A Grandfather clock chimes 9:50pm. The champion of progress has bridged the distance. But you has no time for distractions. He is, after all, still a nincompoop.*