This old estate was too stuffy for his liking. Too spacious yet too cramped. Too dusty yet too cleaned. He always had something to complain about. His 'brother' Ravi was in the basement laboratory, and the butler Garson was somewhere upstairs cleaning.

Hyde was simply sitting in the parlor with a glass of brandy. He was thinking. About what? Who knew. But Hyde thinking was often dangerous, leading into some form of trouble or debauchery.

It didn't take much to set the man off. A visit from that little Lily friend of Robert's, a visit to his dancer friend Bella, seeing a pretty woman outside, hearing the wrong voice, seeing--

Before he could even finish the thought, he heard the front doors opening.