Mr. Preston and Mr. Child shifted uneasily in their chairs. Douglas glanced at the clock whilst Lincoln stared at the door, barely blinking. A nervous atmosphere filled the air. At precisely 10 in the a.m. Diogenes Pendergast walked eloquently through the door. He had on a fresh, crisp suit, with his ginger hair combed perfectly back.

“Good day gentlemen. How are you this morning?”

“Fine, thank you. Shall we get started; Lincoln and I have an appointment right after we are through. I really do regret that we may have to keep it short.” Douglas said to Diogenes in a calm but cautious tone.

“Of course, I’d hate to keep you from your engagements.” Pendergast had a hint of mockery in his voice.

“So,” Lincoln started, “What is the Event that plagues your family’s history?”

“That’s a rather personal and equally touchy subject dear Sirs. Let’s just say it’s more unimaginable than anyone could begin to think. It is a painful subject so I’d like to move on.” Diogenes inclined his head as Lincoln spoke.

“Your brother won’t tell us either, can it really be that ghastly?”

“I said I’d not like to talk about it, if you continue to pursue it, you may be late for...   read more »