"Conrad! Conrad!"
Elliot rose from the Difference Engine and called for the old butler.
"Young master, did you need me?"
"Conrad, when was the newly built theater's premiere again? I remember Lillian mentioning it."
"March fifth, young master."
Elliot nodded. It was late February now, so there were about ten days left.
Ten days was more than enough time to prepare!
He was also very curious about who the true mastermind behind it all was.
"Can't I really go and see it?" Elliot's eyes shifted, as though inspiration had just struck him. "Oh, right, will any important people be there that day? If I beg Mother to let me go so I can meet them, might she agree?"
A helpless look appeared on the old butler's face. "You... could try writing a letter, but frankly, the chances of Madam agreeing are vanishingly small. As for that day..." He paused briefly, seemingly recalling the details. "There really aren't any important people attending."
Elliot's face fell at once. "Ah... all right, then. I'll think of something else."
With that, he walked toward the study, looking thoroughly disappointed.
Only after he closed the door did the dejection on Elliot's face give way to gravity.
The old butler had said no important people would be coming that day.
That contradicted what Doctor Norman had revealed!
Was someone lying?
Doctor Norman did not seem to have any motive to lie-he could simply have refused to answer or been evasive. There was no need to invent a specific "important person."
Perhaps... what he knew was wrong too?
Or perhaps the "important person" in Norman's eyes was beneath notice by the Sterling Family's standards, and Conrad had simply overlooked him?
There was another possibility: the important person's visit was not public. He was coming to a private