They seek him here...

Life at Blakeney Manor continues to mystify me. My Master has gradually been adding to a collection of assorted disguises for some considerable time now. I wonder at his insistence that it is a mere hobby. Only last week after an absence of several days, he turned up in the long dining room disguised as a Queen Anne chair! He was only given away as he attempted to brush away a moth that was nibbling at his upholstery. Last night I heard him in his chamber, practicing French, and now he's disappeared again. I despair!