Chapter Three it stood alone at the end of a long, stone lined driveway, a sprawling old mansion in the remote part of the countryside. The Internet research he performed while while on flight to England showed a guest house to the west, surrounded by trees and rod iron fencing all around. Whoever ran the place could never quite keep up with it. The castle grounds needed maintenance, however. The flower gardens were well kept. Long shoots of grass grew up between the slats of the benches