Lord Bessingham was up very early. He hadn’t slept. He dressed and made a start to the day in his office at the Hall. He had not yet had any breakfast or anything to drink, he had not summoned the staff, and as he had closed the office door behind him he had the certainty of not being disturbed. He shuffled through some papers, stopping to read some, and made some notes, but his mind was not focused on these business matters. What he had been told last evening had disturbed him greatly and that state of disquiet still dominated. He unlocked a desk drawer and took from it a service revolver. He checked that it was loaded and then held it in his hands for quite a few moments of contemplation. He then placed it back in the drawer and re-locked it. He continued with his papers.