Rohan trudges up the driveway from the mansion to the gardens. He is holding a box of shiny new locks tucked under his arm. He approaches Miss Shephard, who is on her hands and knees in the garden.

“Good morning, Miss Shephard,” he greets. “I was wondering if you could help me install locks on all the doors of the mansion?”

She smiles up at him and nods, while getting to her feet and brushing off her trousers. “You should have asked me to buy those,” she remarks.

“No, it’s better to buy the locks myself and just ask other people to help me install them.”

“You don’t want your wife to know about your affair with her daughter?” she asks.

Rohan’s face blanches and his grip on the box of locks tightens. He knew he should have been more careful.

“No, of course not,” he replies. “So, can you help me or not?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then, this way,” he says.

Miss Shephard follows him to the back of the mansion, where they plan to start. Miss Shephard points to each door, instructing Rohan on how t