Mr. Davis

It was obvious to Davis, the mistress had been crying. But trying to solve such a predicament was far from his areas of knowledge. "Yes m-lady.." Agreed Davis, placing the luggage as directed. "Would there be anything..... else?" Added Davis, looking at the distruction which cluttered the room.

“So I’m to be scolded again?” Winced young Mr. Davis, as he listened to Reiley’s instructions. “You will if you hope to learn the intelligence I've collected concerning a certain dark-haired beauty….?” coaxed Reiley. Pausing for a moment, Davis grinned and picked up the additional luggage Mistress McKinney had left in the carriage and hurried down the hall. “Mistress McKinney!” Yelled Davis, as he kicked the door several times. “Your luggage! Your valuables! Please open the door, I don’t think I can hold them for much longer!”