With that, Jane rings a bell. Promptly after, you hear the footsteps stop and then start to head towards the stairs.
"Well, last I recall she left us early, at Davy Byrne's. I think it was around nine, nine thirty. She excused herself, saying that she was going home early. Lor, Laura Fountaine that is, followed after her. The she's a bit of a worrier but I suppose these are dangerous times, or at least so I'm told."
With that Michael arrives. He is in his fifties and has a look of esteem about him, as if he were a working in an old chateau or manor rather than as a cleaner and servant of a middleclass household. He is rather large in spite of his age, with the frame of a bouncer.
"Mikey, would you be a love and do us some tea?"
He nods silently, and sets the water to boil, before returning to cleaning.
"Lor came back a couple minutes later to tell us that Liz was safe," she said as the tea boiled beside her, "If I can say, I don't think she was at all in a good mood. Liz seemed really distant that night, so I wasn't surprised that she left early. I can't say what the old girl was worried about though, though she always could be a bit aloof when the fancy struck her. Lor might be a better person to talk to in all this, which is odd considering how quiet the poor girl tends to be. Though, if I can help with anything else, I might try."
