It was finally the day of the bachelor's party.
Arthur's new butler stood at a careful distance and held up shirts one at a time.
"What about this one sir? It's cream colour and it would suit your..."
"No," Arthur said, with a cold look on his face, just like how he rejected the first three.
The butler turned around and frowned, careful so Arthur won't see his face as he picked up the fifth one.
The fifth one he held longer, turning it in the light, checking the colour against his coat. He set it aside as a possibility and gestured for the next one.
The old butler was not coming back.
What had happened to him two days ago had been described to the household staff as an accident. A fall down the service stairs. Very unfortunate. These things happened especially as they tend to work harder.
The other butlers had understood the message perfectly.
None of them had been back to the fourth floor. And they won't be going back there anymore. They got the message loud and clear.
