Jeeves studied the surface of the sundial carefully. A Latin phrase was etched and gilded across the surface, a simple ode to the sun: always shining on Bristle Hill.
Jeeves noted the password in his notebook and walked back towards Trolly Hall just as the front door flew open and two men ran into the street. Even at this distance, it was obvious that the first man’s suit was cheap and ill-fitting, marking him as an interloper to the hall. The second, an older man, called ahead, demanding an end to the chase.
Intrigued, Jeeves followed behind the pair.