I don't have the ground to stand on to be disappointed in people, Cash thought, but did not say, because that was probably filed idrectly under 'too intimate for people you want to be friends with.' He smiled at Greengrass' joke, instead - and was a little proud of himself for not accidentally saying anything else that was too dark or too much like a confession. Maybe he'd manage to maintain it through the evening.

Probably not, though.

"Oh," Cash said; still further up the road, but looming, he could see a largeish manor house with a gate. It looked about a hundred years old, although he knew nothing about architecture and would not claim to. Still, it looked like the house Greengrass had described - larger than Cash had expected, (Ireland threw off his expectations), and dark in color, muted. Ivy wound up the stone wall in the dark light and while it looked to an extent like just a manor, Cash could imagine someone feeling like it was haunted. Especially if people died there.

"Is that it?" Cash asked, speeding up just slightly.

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