A Hunting, A Hunting We Will Go (The House of Graves Book 4) by M.M. Crumley

Author:M.M. Crumley [Crumley, M.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lone Ghost Publishing
Published: 2024-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Mrs. Maryellen Prescott swept up the steps of her lovely home with the air of someone who is used to the door being opened before she reaches it. And it was.

Maryellen nodded somewhat vaguely towards her butler before moving her hand in a sweeping arc and saying, "Welcome to my home, Ms. Graves."

"Tessa," Tessa corrected. "I'd like to meet Mr. Treyman."

"Whatever for?"

Tessa raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm the investigator. Introduce me as Miss Alice Liddell."

"Yes, of course. This way."

Tessa followed Maryellen down a wide hallway and up to a large wooden door. Maryellen rapped sharply on the door before pushing it open and stepping inside.

"Mr. Treyman," she said cheerily. "I'd like to introduce you to Miss Alice Liddell."

Tessa couldn't quite control her surprise. Whatever Mr. Treyman was, she'd never seen his kind. He was basically humanoid, but he looked as if he was completely covered in moss.

She quickly recovered from her initial astonishment, shook his offered hand, but then mostly ignored him as she scanned his desktop, looking for something he'd written.

"So lovely to meet a new face," Mr. Treyman said happily. "I sometimes lose myself to my work," he added with a chuckle.

"Nice to meet you too," Tessa said vaguely.

She'd already found an invoice he had written, and she was memorizing the curvature of his letters.

"What kind of furniture do you design?" she asked just to give herself another second.

"We're doing modern right now," he replied with excitement. "Shall I show you a sample?"

"Sure," Tessa muttered, since she had asked. He was obviously very proud of it, and she was trying not to be completely rude.

"This is our summer catalogue," he said, handing her a magazine with a crisp white cover.

She opened to the first page and studied the furniture set displayed there. "This is modern?" she asked.

"Quite! We've never made chairs without claw feet before."

She looked up from the magazine at Mr. Treyman's ecstatic face, smiled as sweetly as she knew how, and said, "It's lovely."

And also about a hundred years out of date by norm standards. Which meant that if they started selling it on the norm market, the furniture would probably be wildly popular. But that was against the rules. Cryptid products for cryptids. Norm products for norms. Unless, of course, you were one of the elite. The elite could do whatever they wanted.

"Thank you, Ms. Liddell!" Mr. Treyman gushed. "We're quite proud of it."

"May I keep this?" Tessa asked. "I'm sure my... auntie would love it."

"Please do," he exclaimed.

"Very nice to meet you," she said before nodding towards Maryellen.

Maryellen took her arm and led her out of the library before asking, "What now?"

"I'd like to see one of the notes you received," Tessa said. "And also your menus for the week."

"My menus?" Maryellen questioned.

"Yes."

"You're very strange," Maryellen said softly.

"Do you want it solved or not?"

"Yes, of course. Please sit down," Maryellen added, gesturing towards her parlor. "I'll just be a moment."

Tessa didn't sit. Instead, she walked slowly around the parlor, noting everything. The obvious wealth, the beautiful furniture, the large portrait of Mr.

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