A Continuation

 The dimpling river, at the backs of the 
houses in Bond Street, reflected the sun of 
Saturday morning. As expected, 20,000 had not been withdrawn from the account of 
Oliver Bacon sooner than the Duchess of 
Lambourne left. Moreover, there was no 
invitation to a incredible weekend when he 
could acquainted with the Prime Minister 
and Diana. 
Oddly, Oliver Bacon didn't get up at eight o' clock as usual. The manservant knocked at the door slightly, but there was no response. Manservant awaited for a while, then 

tentatively opened the door only to find that Oliver Bacon was drunkenly lying in front of a picture drawn a woman. The room was 
filled with the aroma of brandy. The 
manservant laid down the tray, glancing ten pearls were placed randomly on the desk. 
There was somehow weird, the manservant thought. Then he put a blanket on Oliver 
Bacon prior to left the room.
Mr. Hammond heard some noise yesterday outside the room, though he didn't know 
what happened. He was so fret that inquired
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