Lord Victor poured sherry into two tulip-shaped wine glasses, handing one to Lady Beth and taking the other for himself. He leaned against the liquor cabinet and sniffed the wine’s bouquet. “You and the help must stay here in the manor house tonight; it’s imperative that you do not leave during the festivities at the monastery. While I doubt you would be in any danger, it would not be wise to take any chances.”
“Is that part of the instruction that you received?” Lady Beth said, looking at a picture of her and her late husband in the study.
“Yes. I regret I cannot tell you why; I am not entirely sure myself, but please have Mrs. Reinhardt and Mr. Miller close the drapes and make sure all the windows and doors are closed and locked.” Victor looked at his Patek Philippe watch. “I need to leave in short order.”
Lady Beth knew not to ask too many questions. Having been married to Lord Andrei most of her life, she knew it was not her place. “Will you be receiving the rest of your orders tonight?”
“I believe so,” he said. “I do not think I am cut out for this position like Father was, but nevertheless, I will do my best.”
“I know you will,” she said.
“I am sorry about Father’s death and can only imagine the pain you must feel.”
“Thank you, Victor.”
“There is one more thing,” Lord Victor said. “Please prepare for the arrival of the police. I am sure they will be back with more questions and possibly a search warrant. And do not forget to discuss our alibis with Mrs. Reinhardt and Mr. Miller. Can you handle that without me?”
“I will do what I can.”
Lord Victor downed the rest of the sherry and sat the glass on the tray next to the bottle. “It is time for me to leave. I will be back when the sun rises in the morning.”
Lady Beth nodded and watched her son, the new guardian, leave the room.