Richard
James and Klempner, heads close, voices low; they stand together at the end of the hall discussing something... I assume Finchby...
The bell rings. I don't feel quite comfortable answering the door in someone else's home, but James waves me on, his eyes flicking between me and Klempner.
I open the door to find myself face to thunderous face with Will Stanton.
For a second or two, I hesitate, blocking the view down the hall. Deliberately raising my voice, "Will... Good to see you." I glance back. Klempner exchanges an alarmed look with James.
"Richard..." Will Stanton's voice booms through the house. "May I come in?"
In the hallway, Will stands, legs akimbo, hands clasped before him, holding his hat, eyes darting in all directions. James, all casual good manners, strolls dow
