Alexander and I were chuckling at his histrionics when we heard the sound of a car coming up the Mansions long driveway.
Are the guests arriving already? Sebastian asked sarcastically.
No one drove up to the haunted-looking Mansion at night, and I didnt recognize the car. The three of us headed back inside through the kitchen and waited in the dining room as Jameson answered the door.
Im Giles Lunken with the Gazette, we heard a voice say.
Giles Lunken? He was a well-known writer throughout Dullsville who had a column showcasing local and international talent.
I was wondering if I could speak with Alexander Sterling, he continued.
May I ask what this is regarding? Jameson asked like a strict butler.
Is he the artist that painted the canvases sold in last months auction? We were thinking of doing an article about him for the Gazette. Hes so youngits amazing hes so talented. Also, Id love to come back with my photographer.
Im afraid thats impossible.
Why? His voice was accusatory. Hes not the artist?
UhYou will have to come back at another time.
Then it was another artist? Mr. Lunken prompted.
Im not saying that, Jameson answered firmly.
Then what are you saying? Did he paint those paintings?
Of course he did
Then does he have a personal phone or cell number? Mr. Lunken pulled out a PDA.
Im afraid he doesnt.
An e-mail? Mr. Lunken questioned.
No.
He doesnt have e-mail?
Jameson shook his bald head.
Does he have a Web site? I couldnt find any information on him.
You can leave your card with me, Jameson suggested.
UhI dont have one.
You dont have a card? Jameson asked. Interesting
I couldnt help but snicker. Alexander put his hand gently over my mouth.
Ill come back in a few days.
That would be best.
Jameson passed us, and Alexander gave him the thumbs-up sign. The Creepy Man headed for the kitchen as we settled in the living room. Sebastian plopped down on the antique sofa.
Dude! Sebastian said with an impressed tone. You are famous. Soon well have to invest in a security system to weed out the paparazzi.