Prologue
The clock struck eight at the Big Ben of London. A carriage was running swiftly along the deserted street through the dark mysterious forests leading to the Mansfield mansion.
The inside of the carriage was as dark as outside until the occupant of the carriage pulled aside one of the rich heavily embroidered curtains and allowed a shaft of moonlight to enter into and partially lighten the interior of the carriage. In that pale gleam of streak of moonlight only the outline of two female figures could be made, one taller than the other sitting opposite facing each other. A streak of pale moonlight was falling on a beautifully curved ring having a large blue stone at the center emitting a mystical blue light. The terrible silence prevailing was suddenly broken by a cold yet low female voice. "It is time" it went, "What is stolen must be retrieved back." There was a soft devilish laughter and silence prevailed again.