At 7 o'clock in the evening, Thirteen Ross Avenue, Baron Bil's Mansion.
This towering villa had shed its gloom from the previous day; all the expensive gas lamps were lit, emitting a faint yellow glow through each pane of glass. A line of private carriages stopped in front of the door, where elegantly dressed ladies with exquisite makeup debarked, clinging to the arms of their partners.
Tonight's banquet was specially hosted by Baron Bil to celebrate the fact that the Blood Rose had not been stolen. Dressed in a crisp tailcoat, he stood at the entrance welcoming the invited guests, glowing with health and looking nothing like he had the day before, maintaining a brilliant smile on his face at all times.
"Sir George, welcome to the occasion... Yes, I will be displaying the Blood Rose tonight..."
"Ah, dear Charles, I thought you might be late tonight! Come in quickly, I have specially prepared your favorite Aubrey champagne..."
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Baron Bil.
