Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 55.

From my room I could see cars arriving, as I changed. From some of the cars a couple would emerge, from others two or three men and there were the occasional lone drivers parking in the courtyard.

I looked at the high-end vehicles and wondered what on earth I had got myself into. Below me I could see Mr. Butterworth who we’d bumped into in the town drawing up in his station wagon. This time he was with a…