Look through the nearby window.

Spy

Crouched, you quietly step your way over to the open window, peering just over the sill to obesrve the scene within.

An old gentleman stands at the base of the stairs, his arms folded on his chest. Looking stern and annoyed in his burgundy silk robe, he cracks open his calcified frown.

"Matilda, why have you come back here?" he demands, looking down at someone kneeling on the floor. Your crane your neck to see a little bit more. The person on the floor is the old woman...

"Master," Matilda looks up at the gentleman, "I've brought you a gift!" With that she reaches into her purse and produces the tantalizing gem. "Master" raises his eyebrows at the sight of it. He strokes his grey beard, apparently in thought.

"Master," Matilda addresses the old man, "please allow me to serve you again! Please! My life is empty!" she weeps.

The old man looks to the side and gestures with a cock of his head. "Marina. Take it." A maid-- dressed in the archetypal black & white, and looking about forty years of age-- steps in and takes the necklace from Matilda. "Bring it to my study," the man adds.

"Yes, Sir," she replies courtly, ascending the stairs with a near hypnotic swaying of the hips. You take that brief moment to admire her long legs, still smoking after four decades.

With the departure of Marina the Maid, another maid steps in from the wings to take her place. Wordless, she stands submissively beside her employer, her hands loosely clasped before her, her head fallen forward in humility.

"Now, Matilda..."
"Yes, Master?"
"Get out of here and don't come back."
"But Master!"
"Do you obey or do you not? I have no more use for you. Now be a good **** and get out of my sight!"
"No! Nooo!" Matilda screams irreverently as a team of maids arrive to dispatch her. She drags her feet on the carpet as the maids-- significantly younger, healthier, and more fit-- pull her towards the door. It's easy to see why the old guy doesn't have any use for the poor old lady.

"Master, please!!"
"Be a good girl, now, Matilda."

The double doors burst open, and suddenly the entire party is outside. Four maids carry the frantic Matilda down the steps and drop her down on the concrete walkway. The aged man stands at the top of the steps, his arms folded as before, his annoyed expression back on his face.

"Who are you?" One of the maids inquires of you. She seizes the attention of her boss. "Sir Walter, you have another guest." The man spins to see you, and turns livid.

"What the-- a trespasser! What are you doing outside my home? How did you get in here?" he bellows. You stammer and struggle for a plausible explanation, but he will have none of it.

"I haven't the time for this nonsense," he says, strolling back into the mansion. "Get rid of him." Two of his maids are abruptly armed with silenced pisols, and they move quickly into an aggressive posture. If you're lucky, you can make a break for it and turn the corner around the house, but it looks like you're lucky in a different way.

The two would-be assailants stop in their tracks as the wailing of sirens fills the air. Sir Walter returns to the porch, incredulous. He looks into the distance and observes several police cruisers climbing the road to the mansion. They must have tracked the moped.

Sir Walter pushes his servants aside and grabs your shirt collar with his own hands. "You fool! You brought the police? They could ruin me, they--" some realization gives him pause. Then, under his breath, he asks,