Chapter Eleven
"Mr. Kostan. Sorry, sir, to wake you and Mrs. Kostan but this is urgent."
After 11am, when the St. Johns did not return, Alfred has had to make a serious decision. One that makes a butler quake in his shoes. Wake them up, braving a tongue lashing and grouchiness; or not wake them up and have something dreadful happen to that nice Beth St. John and the children. Master Charles. That makes the decision easy. Their son is the most important thing in their lives.
"Alfred. This better be good. What's the emergency?"
"The young master has not returned and I have not been able to reach the St. John cabin's satellite phone. What shall be done?"
"Hooay, old Mick's gonna be pissed off but let's call in the Rescue. Mrs. Kostan and I will get dressed and we'll meet them out at the west moat, er, driveway. Let security know to open the gate."
"Very good, sir. Shall I bring you anything?"
"No, we'll come down for breakfast."
"I'll tell cook to warm it up."