Instead of the usual scores of families waiting patiently on the grass, only a few faces watched Tyler carry the massive projector from the limousine's trunk to the bandstand. Ashley-Montague stepped out of the limousine at Bandstand Park, the darkness overhead was immediately perceptible. Ashley-Montague did not take undue notice of the dark skies and sickly light that lay over the forests and fields and rivers like a rotting curtain on the verge of opening.Įlm Haven's Main Street was emptier than usual, even for a Saturday night, and when Mr. ![]() ![]() The limousine's tinted windows always imparted a certain element of storm light to the view, so Mr. Ashley-Montague saw no reason to break the silence. Tyler, his head butler, chauffeur, and bodyguard, did not speak, and Mr. Dennis Ashley-Montague sat in the back of his black limousine and stared at the passing cornfields and crossroads towns during the hour drive to Elm Haven.
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