By morning, the Sterling estate was quiet. The Lord had fled, his secrets exposed to the very authorities Arthur usually kept at bay. When the police arrived, they found the house in pristine order. The silver was polished, the beds were made, and the foyer was empty.
The climax of his long career came during the Winter Solstice Ball. He had discovered that his employer, Lord Sterling, was planning a betrayal that would destabilize the local government. For the first time, Arthur’s loyalty to the code of The Household wavered. subtitle The Butler
Arthur Vance was gone. He had left behind only his white gloves, laid perfectly parallel on the mahogany table—a silent signature of a man who served no master but his own sense of justice. By morning, the Sterling estate was quiet