375. PREPARING A CRIME
NARRATOR
"Francis!" the housekeeper exclaimed, cutting off her conversation with the gardener mid-sentence.
The young man dismounted in a single leap, his face drawn and his hair disheveled from the wind.
"Come with me," he said, almost in a whisper, gripping her arm and dragging her inside the castle.
Once inside her first-floor chamber, she slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Speak, Francis. What happened?"
Her son began pacing in circles, running his hand through his hair over and over, hi